Leave it to Heaven

Yao Ye knew that last night was indeed Bi Yao's first time. Even if he was gentle, her whole body would still be sore; moreover, given his roughness last night, she probably wouldn't be able to move freely for two or three days.
He propped his chin on his hand and called out in a loud voice, "Zhi Hong!"
"Yes." Zhi Hong pushed open the door and came in, waiting for instructions from Yao Ye.
"You'll stay by her side and take care of her for the next two days. Go and dress her first." Yao Ye ignored the unwilling expression on Zhi Hong's face and instructed her to serve Bi Yao.
Although she was unhappy, Zhi Hong dared not disobey Yao Ye's order and turned to walk towards Bi Yao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She gently helped Bi Yao up and dressed her in her undergarments and a pale yellow dress, inwardly admiring Bi Yao's graceful and beautiful curves.
Looking at the beautiful female body before her, Zhi Hong could foresee that Yao Ye wouldn't be looking for other women for quite some time.
Thinking of this, Zhi Hong couldn't control her strength and hurt Bi Yao when she helped her to the dressing table.
"Ouch!" Biyao cried out softly, the delicate skin on the inside of her arm stinging from the scratching of her fingernails.
Zhihong was secretly pleased, but apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength. Did I hurt you?"
Biyao's cry of pain was only instinctive; she hadn't meant to make things difficult for Zhihong. Hearing Zhihong's apology, she quickly turned around and smiled kindly at her. "It's not your fault. I cried out because my legs were sore."
Seeing Biyao's beautiful smile, Zhihong felt no gratitude for Biyao's generosity, but rather even more jealousy of her beauty.
Zhihong returned the smile hypocritically, reached for the jade comb on the dressing table, and began to comb Biyao's hair.
From then on, no matter how much Zhihong pulled on her scalp or tugged at her long hair, Biyao gritted her teeth and endured it, not letting a cry escape her lips.
As shrewd as Yao Ye was, how could he not see through Zhihong's little tricks? When he thought he had done enough, he spoke coolly from his chair. "Alright, don't tie her hair up, just let it hang loose! Otherwise, I'm afraid you might accidentally stab the hairpin into her flesh."
Upon hearing this, Zhihong knew that her every move had been observed by Yao Ye, and her hand trembled as she quickly removed it. "Master, Zhihong..."
"You may leave!" Yao Ye didn't want to hear any more of Zhihong's nonsense and waved her away.
"Yes." Zhihong didn't dare to say anything more, accepted Yao Ye's instructions, and quietly left.
After Zhihong left, Yao Ye got up and walked to the dressing table, reaching out to lift Biyao's long, glossy, and fine hair, and gently sniffed it. "Tell me! Which flower merchant sent you?"
Despite the ordeal of last night and the sweat that covered her, her scent was still damnably pleasant, and Yao Ye took a deep breath of her fragrant aroma.
Not understanding the meaning behind Yao Ye's words, Bi Yao turned her head to look at him. "I wasn't sent by anyone... I came to find you on my own."
Yao Ye let down his long hair and moved his fingers to Bi Yao's small mouth, which was opening and closing as she spoke. He slowly traced her soft lips with his fingertips.
Suddenly, he pinched her chin with his thumb and forefinger, warning her in an icy tone.
"Don't play dumb with me, tell me! Who sent you to the Yao residence?"
Bi Yao winced in pain from Yao Ye's grip. "No, really no... mmm!"
Her voice disappeared into Yao Ye's lips. He lowered his head and took her constantly moving lips into his mouth, his tongue skillfully exploring her mouth, wantonly licking her sweetness.
After a swirling motion in her warm, moist mouth, he found her soft, fragrant tongue, pressing against it and teasing it until she responded, actively moving her tongue to rub against his.
A passionate, deep kiss mingled their breaths, exchanging warm saliva, their nimble tongues chasing and teasing each other until they parted, panting heavily. Seeing her dazed expression, lost in the passion of the kiss, Yao Ye regained his composure, suppressing the burning desire within him. He traced the tip of his tongue across her swollen lips, whispering, "This little mouth is so sweet… too bad, it seems none of what it says is true!"
He deliberately nibbled at her smooth lips, straightened his body, and looked down at her alluring figure, gently patting her cheek to bring her back to her senses. "Listen carefully to what I'm saying now."
Seeing her vision gradually clear, confirming she had come to her senses, he continued, "You said your name is Biyao?"
She nodded softly. "Yes!"
"What's your surname?" Knowing her name should allow him to find out her background.
"I don't have a surname, just Biyao." He was the one who chose that name for her!
After his reincarnation, had he truly forgotten her completely? Biyao didn't know whether to feel sorrow or joy at his complete lack of memory.
She couldn't understand why her eyes held a mixture of fervor and sadness, but her answer made him wonder if she was some kind of courtesan or maidservant, because only women sold into servitude to wealthy families would be without a surname.
"Whether you tell the truth or not, since you've stepped into my Yao manor and followed me, you are mine. Remember, forget all the tasks your former masters gave you, and serve me wholeheartedly. Only then will you have a good life. Otherwise…"
If necessary, even if he still loved her body, he would deal with her without mercy.
Biyao couldn't see or hear the threat on Yao Ye's face or the sinister intent in his words; she only grasped his words about serving him wholeheartedly. "Master, I was originally your maidservant! I finally found you, I will definitely serve you with all my heart… Ah!"
She was suddenly picked up by Yao Ye, letting out a startled cry, interrupting her eager declaration of loyalty.
He picked her up and then sat her down on the chair. "Since you said you'd do your best for me, then show some sincerity now!" She
sat sideways on his strong lap, her arms still tightly wrapped around his neck from the sudden lift. "How?" She'd do anything to keep him by her side.
"Kiss me with your little mouth!" he demanded.
"Kiss?" She recalled the moment he'd covered her lips with his, and her gaze drifted to his sexy, perfect lips. Then, involuntarily, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked her suddenly dry red lips.
Her moist pink tongue slid alluringly between her lips, making Yao Ye impatiently urge her on. "Hurry up!"
He tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her full breasts against his chest through her clothes.
Without further hesitation, Biyao lifted her face and leaned closer to Yao Ye's lowered face, mimicking his actions towards her. She pressed her red lips against his, shamelessly probing her tongue into his open mouth, where it intertwined with his strong, powerful tongue, entwining and swirling passionately.
Her clumsy yet bold licking completely ignited his fiery desire, his lower body stirring. Fortunately, he remembered in time that her still weak and delicate body could not withstand his burgeoning lust.
Now, he couldn't help but regret his roughness the previous night, forcing him to temporarily suppress his desire for her. Thinking of this, Yao Ye withdrew his tongue first, pulling away from Biyao's soft lips and tongue.
He reached out and wiped away the saliva she hadn't had time to swallow from the corner of her mouth, forcing himself not to stare at her still-open, moist red lips and the soft, pink tongue within.
He looked away, picked her up, and walked towards the door. "Shut your little mouth, then open the door." Because he was holding her in his arms, he instructed her to reach out and open the door.
After stepping down the steps, Yao Ye walked towards Baotian Courtyard, having already made a decision for Biyao in his heart.
Regardless of Biyao's origins, she wouldn't be able to cause any trouble under his nose.
He couldn't deceive himself; he truly loved this beautiful and charming woman. Besides, he still couldn't understand the various emotional reactions she evoked in him, so he decided to keep her by his side and let time unravel his confusion.
Time passed quickly; Grain Rain was approaching, and the time for tending flowers was fast approaching.
It was late spring in March; the chill of spring was fading, but the sweltering summer hadn't yet arrived—it was the most pleasant time of year.
Peonies were about to bloom in their final moments, displaying their elegant and luxurious beauty.
Nongfang Garden and Baotian Courtyard were busier than ever. All the gardeners were out, experienced workers leading flower maids and servants, meticulously working in the peony garden.
On this day, Yao Ye brought Biyao to Nongfang Garden for the first time.
Biyao returned to her light and dark green dress. Although she looked equally charming and beautiful in other colors, Yao Ye had still gone to great lengths, hiring two tailors to make her many custom-made green gowns in various shades.
As long as he was satisfied, spending a little money was nothing to him.
A gentle smile graced her face as she followed Yao Ye gracefully, her beautiful figure leaving everyone in Mofang Garden speechless. They had long heard that their amorous master had recently been accompanied by a stunningly beautiful woman ostensibly a maid, but in reality, a concubine; but seeing her with their own eyes, they realized that such a captivating and charming woman truly existed.
Yao Ye pointed to several peony bushes that could be called peony trees and said to Master Tian, the old gardener in charge of managing Nongfang Garden, who was standing to his left, "Master Tian, these three 'Wealth and Prosperity' bushes need to be moved into pots today. Also, pick twenty pots each of 'Flying Red,' 'Bean Green,' 'Purple Hydrangea,' 'Black Sun
Competing for Glory,' and 'Snow Beauty,' and send them to Master He's house tomorrow and the day after." Not hearing the expected response, Yao Ye frowned and turned to Master Tian, only to see him staring blankly at Bi Yao on the other side.
Yao Ye glanced around and, unsurprisingly, saw all the gardeners and flower attendants working in the garden, just like Master Tian, with their eyes fixed on Bi Yao. At
the same time, Bi Yao, who had turned around with Yao Ye, couldn't help but giggle when she saw Master Tian staring at her in a daze.
Her laughter made Master Tian blush, and he dared not stare at her any longer.
"Master...Master, I didn't hear your instructions clearly, please repeat them." Master Tian lowered his head and stole glances at Yao Ye, afraid that his master would blame him for his inattentiveness.
Yao Ye was too lazy to be angry, because in the manor, regardless of age or gender, everyone reacted this way when they first met Bi Yao. He glanced at Bi Yao, who was smiling to the side. "Yao Yao, repeat what I just said."
"Yes." Bi Yao responded and nodded to Master Tian. "Master said that today we need to move these three 'Zhuangyuanhong' peony plants into pots, and also pick twenty pots each of 'Feilaihong,' 'Doulv,' 'Zixiuqiu,' 'Wurizhenghui,' and 'Xuemeiren,' to be delivered to Master He's house tomorrow and the day after."
"Yes, I understand." Master Tian reached behind his waist and pulled out a red rope, squatted down in front of the peony, tied the red rope to the plant, and marked it.
Yao Ye continued walking inside. "Did Master Shao specify which varieties of peonies he wanted this year?"
Old Tian opened a small black booklet hanging from his chest and flipped through a few pages. "Yes! Master Shao said that besides the Nine-Petal Pearl, Yao Yellow, Bean Green, and Guanyin Face peonies that you picked for him last year, he hopes to choose a few more varieties with brighter colors because his eldest daughter is getting married next month, and he hopes to add more joy to the family."
"Then pick some Drunken Red, Twin Cloud Red, Purple Gold Plate, First Spring Red, and Nine-Turn Treasure Canopy. Pick out some flowerpots with auspicious designs from the kiln separately; there will be no extra charge. I will give them to Master Shao as a congratulatory gift for his daughter's wedding."
"Yes, sir, I've noted it down." Old Tian quickly wrote down Yao Ye's instructions with a fine brush dipped in the small tube of ink from his waist.
Master is so generous! You know, the flowerpots Master casually mentions as gifts are all incredibly valuable! Ordinary families probably couldn't even afford one! This gift is quite substantial; Master Shao will be overjoyed to receive it!
"Master, could you come here for a moment?" The master and servant were busy giving instructions and taking notes, not noticing Biyao's movements until she spoke, at which point they paused their work and turned to look for her.
Not seeing Biyao, Yao Ye simply called out, "Yaoyao, where are you?" His tone was filled with unmistakable affection.
His initial distrust of her had gradually disappeared after spending several days together.
Since the night she appeared in his room, he had been captivated by her beautiful body, requiring her to be by his side day and night, which meant he was personally keeping an eye on her.
He had instructed Steward Qian to secretly investigate Biyao's origins; but the investigation revealed that she was indeed not a commercial spy sent by other flower merchants.
The tooth-mark-shaped birthmark that had once ignited his intense hatred no longer evoked those strong emotions during their frequent intimate encounters, and so, over time, he gradually forgot about it and stopped thinking about it.
Her gentleness, thoughtfulness, and charming cuteness unexpectedly stirred up all the tenderness in his heart, making him unconsciously show her a patience and tolerance unlike that of other women.
His unusual behavior not only baffled everyone in the Yao household, from the steward to the servants cleaning the latrines, but also nearly drove the women in the North Courtyard who had been sent to the Yao household to please him to the point of tearing the roof off in their jealousy.
In short, now not only the people in the Yao household knew, but even all the people in Yanfu City had heard the rumors that the master of the Yao family was now bewitched by a beautiful woman of unknown origin, and disdained other women, finding even a glance too tiring!
About ten steps away from Yao Ye and Master Tian, Biyao's head peeked out from a clump of deer antler flowers. “I’m here.”
Although Yao Ye didn’t know what she was doing squatting there, he patiently walked towards her.
Master Tian followed closely behind Yao Ye. Just as he was about to step into the area planted with deer bud flowers, he suddenly heard Bi Yao’s shout, causing him to freeze in mid-air, one leg raised in the air.
“Old Master Tian, don’t step on it!” Bi Yao hurriedly stopped Master Tian from stepping down, but did not stop Yao Ye from approaching.
“Master, have the deer bud flowers in this garden never been growing very well?” Bi Yao asked, fiddling with the thin flower buds.
A glint flashed in Yao Ye’s eyes. “Yes! How did you know?”
“Look! The stems are thin and weak, the leaves are narrow and pale, not a deep green, and the flower buds are shriveled and unripe. You can tell just by looking at them!” Bi Yao did not see the strange light in Yao Ye’s eyes and shared her insights.
"So, do you know why?"
Indeed, as she said, although only Nongfang Garden in the whole country had successfully grown the Deer Fetus Flower, it had never been sold on the market alongside other varieties of peonies because of its poor appearance.
"I know!" Biyao nodded, looking up at Yao Ye. "This Deer Fetus Flower can only be cared for by women. Men, let alone touch it, even the soil for cultivating it and the water for watering it, must be handled by women."
Having never heard of such a thing before, Yao Ye and Master Tian were speechless for a moment, only able to stare blankly at her.
"Believe me, as long as no men approach it, it will become healthy and strong in less than three days." Biyao smiled and tugged at Yao Ye's sleeve.
Only then did Master Tian lower his foot, which had been raised in mid-air, look at where he was standing, and then at Yao Ye's position standing close to the flower, and couldn't help but ask, "Then... why can Master stand in front of it and even touch it?"
"Master can't possibly be a woman, can he?"
Biyao chuckled coquettishly, clinging to Yao Ye and using his strength to stand up. "Master is different!"
Yao Ye took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist, looking down at her and asking, "I'm a man too, how can I be different?" His hand rested on her round, pert buttocks, intending to give her a good scolding if her answer didn't satisfy him.
Biyao had never received any education in the mortal world, so how could she understand the difference between men and women? Naturally, she wasn't shy, so she allowed Yao Ye to embrace her intimately in front of others without any awkwardness.
She tilted her head back and replied, "Because you are the Peony Fairy! And you taught me all of this, you just don't remember it now."
"Girl, you're saying strange things again. When did I teach you that?" Yao Ye was used to the strange, incomprehensible words that Biyao would occasionally utter, so he didn't take it seriously at all and pinched her pretty little nose.
“It was you who taught her…” Yao Ye ignored Bi Yao’s grumbling, put his arm around her waist and walked out of the flower bushes. At the same time, he instructed Master Tian, who was turning away apologetically, “Let’s listen to her for now. It wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. From now on, assign five maids to take care of the deer fetus flowers. If we don’t have enough people, we can bring some more from the manor.”
“That’s enough! We have enough people. Even if we don’t, we can manage with a little extra effort. Baotian Courtyard can’t be short-staffed!” Master Tian was also the gardener who looked after Baotian Courtyard, so he naturally understood its importance.
“Anyway, it’s all up to you, Master Tian!” Yao Ye pulled Bi Yao and continued walking inside.
They were busy all day long. Yao Ye sorted out and explained all the peony flowers ordered by wealthy families. As for the rest, apart from the manual care, he left it all to fate.

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