Finest Servant

Chapter 351

Chapter 351 Teasing the Beauty

Su Mubai pondered for a moment, then said, "If a man encounters a mad dog, the man naturally shouldn't fear the dog. He should kick it away."

"Quite brave, truly worthy of being the Top Scholar!" Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs-up in praise, "What the Top Scholar Su said is right. When encountering a dog on the road, one shouldn't panic, but bravely fight it. There can be only three outcomes. Top Scholar brother, could you please explain it to everyone."

"The three outcomes are nothing more than I win, it wins, or both of us get injured." Su Mubai said solemnly. Seeing Lin San's sinister smile, he had an eerie feeling. He had just criticized Lin San, could it be that Lin San understood his hidden meaning? Knowing Lin San's cunning, he was vindictive, could there be some hidden trap in this conversation?

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Lin Wanrong clapped and laughed, "Such a comprehensive and profound understanding, it seems that the Top Scholar brother must have fought with a wild dog before. The three outcomes are also very well analyzed: First, if you lose, you're even inferior to a dog; second, if it's a tie, you are on the same level as a dog; third, if you win, congratulations, you finally surpassed a dog!!!"

"You—" Su Mubai's face changed, looking at the smiling Lin San, but he couldn't utter a word. The words were his, Lin San merely rephrased them. His worries had become a reality, any words that reached Lin San's mouth immediately took on a different meaning.

Everyone in the hall burst into laughter. This Lin San was simply a rascal, even daring to ridicule Top Scholar Su, and doing so with such wit, impressive, indeed impressive. The silent woman glanced at Lin Wanrong and a faint smile appeared in her eyes, letting out a soft groan.

The man sitting next to Lin Wanrong, Yan Daoji, had been fixated on the woman the entire time. Hearing her soft laughter, he immediately opened his mouth wide and exclaimed, "She's laughing, she's laughing!"

Lin Wanrong turned his head curiously and asked, "Brother Yan, who are you saying is laughing?"

"It's her, it's her, it's the young lady who's laughing," Yan Daoji excitedly said, as if he himself had made the young lady burst into laughter. Upon hearing the young lady was laughing, everyone's attention immediately shifted back from the verbal spat between Master Lin and Top Scholar Su.

"Laugh? I didn't hear anything!" The rotund official, Master Ye, shook his head, "Master Yan, could you have heard wrong? I am extremely close to the beauty, and I didn't hear her speak. How could there be laughter?"

"Yes, yes, you must have heard wrong!" The crowd joined in teasing, some of it certainly stemming from a hint of male jealousy.

Those who spoke up were high-ranking officials, either high ministers or great scholars. Although Yan Daoji ranked first among the second-rank officials, he didn't dare to argue with so many high-ranking officials. He could only smile awkwardly and cast a remorseful glance at Master Lin.

‘This Yan Daoji has some spirit!’ Lin Wanrong nodded secretly to himself. He casually moved closer to the lady, chuckling lightly, "Young lady, I'm the hunter, you're the fox. I'm the boiling water, you're the tea leaves. I'm the carriage, you're the reins. I'm the banknote, you're the silver."

The crowd was left befuddled. They couldn't decipher the meaning behind Lin San's pair of metaphors; they were too covert. The lady glanced at him and asked softly, "What do you mean?"

It was the first time she had spoken. Her voice was as delicate and clear as pearls dropping onto a jade plate, inducing endless musings.

"Isn't it simple?" Lin San looked at her and chuckled,

"If you're a fox, I'm the hunter, I would certainly chase you.

If you're tea leaves, I'm hot water, I'd certainly brew (spend time with) you.

If I'm a carriage, you're the carriage handle, you'd certainly take (marry) me home.

If I'm a silver note, you're the silver, I'd definitely, definitely take (marry) you.” He grinned lecherously, his face emanating an indescribable sleazy demeanor.

[TL: If you're a fox, I'm the hunter, I would certainly chase you. If you're tea leaves, I'm hot water, I'd certainly brew you (In this context, "泡你" (pào nǐ), which means "brew you" or “steep you,” also has a colloquial meaning of spending time with someone in a romantic or flirtatious context.) If I'm a carriage, you're the carriage handle, you'd certainly take me home (The word "回家" (huí jiā) also sounds like "会嫁" (huì jià) meaning “will marry.”) If I'm a silver note, you're the silver, I'd definitely, definitely take (marry) you (The pun here is that "取" (qǔ) can mean "take" but also sounds like "娶" (qǔ), which means "to marry a woman.")]

"Pfft." A soft giggle resonated clearly among the crowd. They heard it clearly. She had laughed, she had really laughed.

"Shameless, utterly shameless!" The men present were fuming, incensed to the point of smoke billowing from all seven orifices. How shameless could Lin San be? How could he utter such disgraceful words in public? What sort of image was he creating for a man?

"His skin is so thick!" the lady whispered. Her voice was just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"Likewise," Lin San replied, opening his mouth wide to leer at the lady.

A flicker of pain crossed Prince Cheng's eyes, instantly replaced by resolution. He gently clapped his hands and laughed, "Alright, alright, congratulations, Lin San! I'm so happy for you. You've finally won the lady's heart!"

"Sorry, just lucky," Lin San responded modestly with a fist and palm salute, inciting hidden resentment from the men around him.

"Spring mornings are short and time is precious. Lin San, please enjoy yourself!" Prince Cheng laughed heartily. The veiled lady gave a little cry, looking unbearably shy as she turned and ran inside.

"Am I really supposed to enjoy myself?" Lin Wanrong looked at Prince Cheng dubiously. "Everyone else is suffering here while I go enjoy myself. Doesn't that seem a bit unfair?"

Prince Cheng laughed, "Rest assured, Master Lin, our colleagues have their own companions. Please feel free to go."

"Ah, I've always been too eager to help others," Lin San chuckled with a fist and palm salute, then headed toward the inner chamber. A servant was already standing guard at the door. Bowing respectfully, he said, "Sir, this way please—" He led Lin San to a neat and bright room, then gave him a suggestive smile, "Sir, the lady is already waiting for you inside."

Lin Wanrong nodded and smiled, then pushed the door open. Two red candles were burning brightly, and the lady who had just entered the room was sitting quietly by the bed, waiting.

The door closed behind Lin Wanrong with a soft thud. His heart skipped a beat. Was this for real?! He tiptoed over and sat beside the lady, then smiled, "May I ask for your surname, miss?"

The lady cast a charming glance at him, then lowered her head shyly. "I am surnamed An," she replied.

With one swift motion, Lin San pulled off her veil, revealing a face of captivating beauty. He paused in surprise, then exclaimed with delight, "Sister An—"

"Hush—" Sister An raised a slender finger to her lips and glanced outside, silently stopping him. She then gave a soft whimper, her coyness limitless. "Sir, you are so naughty, touching me there—"

Master Lin was taken aback. ‘I haven't even laid a hand on her, and she's already moaning,’ he thought. ‘If word of this gets out, how am I supposed to show my face again as Lin San?’ "Miss, I haven't even—" Master Lin said hurriedly.

"Haven't taken off your clothes yet? Don't worry, I'll help you," Sister An cooed, her eyes darting toward the door. With a flourish of her sleeve, she extinguished the room's light. There was a rustling sound as she tugged at her own clothing. She then let out a cry of faux pain. "Sir, you're so impatient. You blew out the candle so quickly, and I haven't even helped you change yet."

What was going on? Master Lin thought, confused. However, the scent of a woman drifted into his nose. A mature, voluptuous body slowly pressed against him. Her hot breath trembled slightly as Sister An clung tightly to him, whispering, "Hold me—"

It was hard to resist such a request. Master Lin was delighted, and with a strong embrace, he encircled Sister An's slender waist from behind. His touch was smooth and tender, like a freshly woven silk satin.

Sister An shivered and leaned gently into his embrace, murmuring, "In times of urgency, you can't do anything rash. You must think of Xian'er—"

They were so close now, Sister An's soft body pressed tight against him. Each word she spoke blew a hot breath onto his skin. Her warm, rounded belly and smooth, tense thighs rubbed against him subtly. Master Lin could feel a powerful heat rise from his lower abdomen. His body filled with a masculine energy, like a stampede of horses. His lower body stood proudly, pressing against Sister An's belly.

Sister An, mature and alluring with extensive knowledge, of course, knew what the burning object was. Her face flushed with heat, and she couldn't help but twist his arm hard. "You're terrible, do you think I'm Xian'er? Do you think I'm as easy to deceive as her?"

Looking at Sister An's flushed cheeks, close enough to touch, Lin Wanrong sighed softly, whispering, "Sister, this isn't my doing, it's you who's tempting me."

"Don't call me Sister." An Biru blushed, turning her face away. "What happened today was merely a momentary necessity. You mustn't take it seriously and absolutely cannot mention it to Xian'er. Otherwise, I won't forgive you." She glanced outside, then whispered in his ear, "This is all for show. Don't take it seriously. There are people listening outside." Her eyes flickered as she slowly rubbed her body against his, her full breasts pressing against his chest, soft as cream. An Biru's words flowed like honey, releasing a sultry voice that was enough to melt bones. "Oh, sir, slow down. You're going to tear me apart—"

She was moaning so provocatively it was unbearable. Master Lin felt his mouth dry and a fiery urge rising within him. The heat between them became more intense. "Sister," Master Lin pleaded, "Could you be a little more innocent with your words, please? Are you not purposely seducing me?"

"Do you think I'm willing?" An Biru gave him a seductive smile. "It was Prince Cheng who put up a big bet, demanding that I successfully seduce you. How could people outside know that the seduction was successful if I didn't make some noise?"

‘Prince Cheng sent Sister An to seduce me? Goodness, he sent the Holy Mother of the White Lotus Sect to seduce me, I'm quite honored. It's clear that this move is meant to drive a wedge between me and the Old Emperor. Prince Cheng's trick is ruthless indeed.’ Unfortunately for him, man's plans fall short of heaven's; no matter how cruel Prince Cheng was, he didn't know that the Old Emperor was even more cunning, having long investigated the relationship between An Biru and Lin San.

Thinking about this, Lin Wanrong felt a mischievous itch. His large hand slowly kneaded Sister An's smooth and perky buttocks, absentmindedly saying, "Seducing me? Sister, is this how you seduced others in the past?"

An Biru's body stiffened, her eyes instantly turning icy cold. The passionate body against him suddenly felt like a block of ice.

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