The Little Maid in the Legend of the Ten Scenes Satin

Chapter One:
The Ten Scenes of West Lake, charming and graceful, perfectly capture the elegance and beauty of Jiangnan. Men and women, dressed in vibrant colors, stroll amidst the scenic mountains and lakes, adding even more life to the naturally beautiful landscape.
As the sun sets, casting a crimson glow, several men and women stretch and prepare to leave beneath the green willows along the Bai Causeway. Their lake tour is over, and a young maidservant is tidying up the tea and wine utensils. It's summer, and although it's getting late and a gentle breeze blows from the lake, it's still quite hot. The young maidservant, tidying up, has beads of sweat on her temples and wipes them away with the back of her hand, letting out a sigh.
Nearby, three men and a woman are chatting and laughing. Another maidservant is holding a handkerchief, wiping the sweat from one of the middle-aged scholars, not because of the heat, but because he has been drinking and is sweating profusely. A young woman nearby says, "Ping'er, hurry up, it's getting dark." The maidservant, tidying up the mess, softly replies, "Yes, Madam." "His hands moved quickly, hastily wrapping up all the items.
The scholar, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, laughed, 'Good, good! We've had our fill today; we don't need to come for three days.' A scholar beside him chuckled, 'Brother Song, you've had your fun, but we two brothers are still a little unsatisfied. Brother Song, we can never tire of looking at your two delicate young ladies. If you're not going boating on the lake tomorrow, how about we borrow them to keep you company while you drink?' The scholar surnamed Song chuckled, and the maidservant wiping his sweat beside him giggled, saying sweetly, 'Master Zhang loves to bully people; we won't stand for it. Ping'er, Master will probably be drunk all day when he gets back. Master Zhang is coming tomorrow; don't let him trick you!' Ping'er blushed and whispered, 'Cuixiang, stop talking nonsense!'" "In a fleeting glance, she saw the man surnamed Zhang looking at her with a smile, and her heart pounded. She quickly lowered her head.
This little maid, Ping'er, was sixteen years old. Originally from Suzhou, she was a well-bred young lady. Three years ago, due to her family's decline, she drifted to Hangzhou and was taken in by a family surnamed Song, becoming their maid. The scholar was the head of the family, Song Shangqian, and the young woman beside him was Madam Song. Another maid was named Cuixiang, who was quite close to Ping'er. The Song family was wealthy, and Ping'er served her master and mistress diligently, so their lives were relatively peaceful. Although she was quiet and not as clever and charming as Cuixiang, Song Shangqian took good care of her and never let her work too hard. Even though she was living under someone else's roof, Ping'er was very grateful to him.
Today, she was visiting West Lake with two of Song Shangqian's friends, the Zhang brothers, Hede and Fang. Originally, while they were enjoying tea and wine under the willows and admiring the lake and mountains, Song Shangqian had also invited a young gentleman surnamed Wen." Upon taking his seat, his handsome appearance captivated Ping'er. Later, after the young master Wen left, Song Shangqian and his entourage, drunk, began to laugh and joke freely. The Zhang brothers, in particular, became increasingly unruly towards Cuixiang, groping and fondling her with obvious pleasure. Ping'er, still a naive young girl, witnessed all this, her face flushed, but she could do nothing but silently serve them.
The banquet ended, and everyone began their journey home. The Zhang brothers, who had come from Suzhou to visit Song Shangqian and were staying at the Song residence, returned with him.
Back at the Song residence, Ping'er and Cuixiang helped the tipsy Song Shangqian back to his room. Song Shangqian, swaying and shaking his head, was helped to sit down on the edge of the bed by the two women. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, grabbed Ping'er, and reached out to touch her chest. Ping'er trembled, startled, and quickly pushed him away, her face burning red as she stood up. Cuixiang smiled and said, "Madam, look, Master is really drunk." Madam Song frowned slightly, waved her hand, and said, "You two can leave now, I'll take care of things here."
The two maids excused themselves and left. Ping'er patted her chest and exclaimed, "You scared me to death! Master is completely different when he's drunk." Cuixiang giggled and said, "Oh, you're even shy! You've really never had a man touch you here?" As she spoke, she quickly grabbed Ping'er's breast.Ping'er remained silent, only offering a helpless smile, before returning with Cuixiang to the maids' quarters. She sat before an old bronze mirror, sighing inwardly, thinking, "If my parents were still alive, how could I be such a lowly maid?"
Gazing at her reflection, she saw a sweet and delicate face; though the features were somewhat blurred, they did not diminish her charm. Looking at her reflection, she saw a slender figure, her chest remarkably full, surpassing that of girls her age. Looking down, she saw hands that were also soft and white, with slender, delicate fingers. Although she was too shy to praise them herself, she knew that men, given the opportunity, would certainly not hesitate to utter a word of praise upon seeing such a lovely girl.
She admired herself with a hint of satisfaction, shrugged at herself in the mirror, and thought to herself, "Oh well, it's all my fate. Since I'm a maid, I might as well do it well. The master has always treated me well, so I shouldn't complain."
The door creaked open, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen entered the room, smiling, "Cuixiang, Ping'er, you're back? Come, come, I just made some snacks and saved some for you. Does anyone want any?" Ping'er turned around, her face immediately beaming, and said, "Sister Chun..." "You've been sneaking snacks again? Be careful, Madam."
The girl was also a maid in the Song family, named Xiaochun. She was older than the other maids and favored by Madam Song; the servants and maids all called her Sister Chun. Sister Chun was beautiful and kind, and very popular with the servants and maids. For Ping'er, she was her best friend in the Song family; they chatted and laughed together perfectly.
The three maids shared the snacks and chatted casually. Sister Chun said, "Ping'er, what were you doing looking in the mirror just now? You were swaying back and forth; what's wrong?" Ping'er blushed and lowered her head, laughing, "Nothing." Cuixiang laughed, "Sister Chun, you don't know, today we went boating on the lake, and Master invited a young gentleman. He's so handsome! Ping'er's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she started fawning over him." "I just looked in the mirror, and I guess I need to dress up a bit. Next time I see him, then..." She pursed her lips, remaining silent, but couldn't help smiling. Chun Jie said "Oh," and smiled meaningfully as well.
Ping'er hurriedly denied it, calling out, "Cuixiang, you...you...don't talk nonsense, I didn't do that! Besides, didn't you pour the wine for Young Master Wen first?" Cuixiang said, "Oh, that was Master's request. Unlike anyone else, one minute saying, 'Young Master Wen, you've finished your tea, shall I heat up another pot for you?', the next, 'Young Master Wen, shall I trim your nails for you?' Oh dear, I've known you for three years, and I've never seen you trim the nails for Master or Madam!" She giggled as she spoke.
Ping'er blushed to her ears, crying out, "I...I...I just thought that if his nails were shorter, it would be better for him to play the zither. Hey, you heard it too, Young Master Wen plays the zither so well!" Cuixiang smiled, "Yes, yes!" He plays the piano beautifully, is gentle and refined, a promising young man; you must have been immediately smitten.Upon hearing this, Ping'er fell silent. She was sixteen, and lately, her body had begun to develop, bringing a strange sensation to her entire being. Seeing young men occasionally stirred her imagination, and her body felt uneasy; sometimes her groin would feel damp and hot, harboring a strange, restless stirring. She began to yearn for men, fantasizing about one day becoming intimate with her dream lover.
But she was just a lowly maid. What could she do? Song Shangqian had no children, and the servants in his household were either elderly or rough men doing odd jobs. She had almost no opportunity to meet young men she liked. No wonder she couldn't forget the young master Wen she had met that day—she remembered his name was Wen Yuan—it was perfectly understandable.
The room fell silent for a moment, then someone called from outside the door, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun, are you there? Madam is looking for you."
Sister Chun stuck out her tongue and laughed, "You two eat slowly, I'm going to see Madam." Cui Xiang laughed, "Oh, you're going to get scolded, aren't you?" Sister Chun pretended to throw a punch and laughed, "You're so glib. If I get scolded, you'll all be in trouble too." Saying this, she straightened her clothes and quickly left the room.
Ping'er took a bite of the cake, chewing it gently, thinking, "Men... I... I probably... have no chance, right? I... I'm just a little maid..."
That night, Cui Xiang and Ping'er, tired from the day, went to bed to rest. By candlelight, Sister Chun's bed was empty. Ping'er felt a little strange and said, "Cui Xiang, did you see Sister Chun last night?" Cui Xiang yawned and said, "No, Master is probably very drunk, and Madam asked her to take care of him." Ping'er gave an "
oh," watching the flickering candlelight, feeling uneasy. She said, "Cuixiang, I'll go find Sister Chun. If Sister Chun isn't here, I...I can't sleep." Cuixiang gave a casual reply, seemingly exhausted and already drifting off to sleep.
Ping'er took the candlestick and went out of the room, heading towards the side room of Song Shangqian and his wife. Reaching the door, she softly called, "Master, Madam!" She called several times, but there was no response; it seemed the couple had already gone to bed. She called again, "Sister Chun, are you there?" Still no response. Ping'er scratched her cheek, thinking, "If she's not here, then where did Sister Chun go?"
She went around to the main hall, but it was dark and empty. Holding the candlelight, Ping'er slowly walked to the courtyard, softly calling, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun!" "Like moonlight on still water, all was quiet, but there was no sign of Sister Chun.
Ping'er was getting anxious. She hurried along the path, circled around to the east wing, but still didn't see Sister Chun. She went to the west wing, but saw no one on the corridor either. She grew increasingly uneasy and was about to search elsewhere when she suddenly heard a woman's voice: 'Please, don't…'

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