Author: Qiang Tang
Translated by Condz
Edited by Nata
In the study, after Shen Yu fled back to Shaohua Pavilion, Zhenbei Wang stopped pinning Hong Lian down lustfully and glanced towards the darkness outside.
“Wangye~ What’s wrong?”
Hong Lian could barely contain his desire. His slim legs wrapped around Zhenbei Wang’s waist and opened for him invitingly.
“Nothing, you can go back now.”
Zhenbei Wang stood up and tied his robe closed, leaving Hong Lian to put his clothes on in a hurry, stunned at being dismissed from the study so suddenly..
—
After Shen Yu’s declaration, he packed his bags with just a few sets of clean clothes inside. Song Qing could not convince him otherwise and he moved into the woodshed behind Shao Hua pavilion the same night. For some reason, Shen Yu slept on the woven mat with an air of finality. He slept so deeply that not even Song Qing’s calls nor the creaking of the shed door could wake him.
Shaohua Pavilion had no servants of its own. Song Qing had arranged for maids from other places to do the laundry and cleaning. From that day on, even those maids were dismissed. Shen Yu did all the laundry and cleaned the rooms from top to bottom. He was more diligent than any servant and left not even a speck of dust. He even swept all the snow from the courtyard.
The only thing that Song Qing noticed was that he often spaced out. After airing out a set of laundry to dry, Shen Yu would put it back in the basin to scrub over and over again. He couldn’t stay idle. After sitting for a moment, he would fetch another pail of water and then clean every corner of Shaohua Pavilion.
While Song Qing worried, Shen Yu smiled more. It had been a while since Song Qing saw Shen Yu be so relaxed, as if he’s the happiest while working.
Song Qing watched Shen Yu pick up the axe with experience and try to split the wood. However, since he was weak now, the wood was still in one piece after many attempts and Shen Yu was covered in sweat.
“Stop doing this kind of work.”
Song Qing said these words many times, but Shen Yu would never listen. Every night, Song Qing would change his bandages as he slept. Not only had the wounds on his hand not healed, the frostbite had festered. During the day, the wounds would either get swollen, or he would tear open the scabs, his smooth skin becoming an expanse of scars.
When Song Qing went to fetch more medication, Pian Shisi began to doubt his own medical expertise. Otherwise, how could such a little wound take so long to heal?
The first few times Song Qing was worried that he would wake Shen Yu up while applying the medication, but afterward he realized that he slept too deeply. It was probably from being so exhausted by the day’s work.
After a while, Shen Yu had already done all the work in Shaohua Pavilion multiple times and ran out of things to do. He started taking work from the servant girls and maids. At first, the servants had some respect for him and kept their distance, afraid to speak to him and unwilling to give him any tough tasks.
However, as they got familiar and realized this mute was willing to do any task without complaint, even dirty ones like spreading manure, they would give all the tough tasks to Shen Yu while secretly calling him stupid. Since there was an idiot willing to work hard in their place, they were happy to take a break.
As Shen Yu worked his body, he also became less picky with his food. Everyday he would go to the servants’ kitchen to scarf down the leftovers, as if it was tastier than the delicacies and fine wines he used to have. The head cook was a good person and always saved a portion for him, sometimes adding a fat fish tail.
Every night, after returning to the woodshed, Shen Yu would add a stroke into a thin notebook. Song Qing didn’t know what he was writing. When he took a peek, it was just a bunch of lines and calculations.
The only thing Song Qing saw was his slim body become as thin as a piece of paper, as if he could be blown away by the wind.
Author: Qiang Tang
Translated by Condz
Edited by Nata
In the study, after Shen Yu fled back to Shaohua Pavilion, Zhenbei Wang stopped pinning Hong Lian down lustfully and glanced towards the darkness outside.
“Wangye~ What’s wrong?”
Hong Lian could barely contain his desire. His slim legs wrapped around Zhenbei Wang’s waist and opened for him invitingly.
“Nothing, you can go back now.”
Zhenbei Wang stood up and tied his robe closed, leaving Hong Lian to put his clothes on in a hurry, stunned at being dismissed from the study so suddenly..
—
After Shen Yu’s declaration, he packed his bags with just a few sets of clean clothes inside. Song Qing could not convince him otherwise and he moved into the woodshed behind Shao Hua pavilion the same night. For some reason, Shen Yu slept on the woven mat with an air of finality. He slept so deeply that not even Song Qing’s calls nor the creaking of the shed door could wake him.
Shaohua Pavilion had no servants of its own. Song Qing had arranged for maids from other places to do the laundry and cleaning. From that day on, even those maids were dismissed. Shen Yu did all the laundry and cleaned the rooms from top to bottom. He was more diligent than any servant and left not even a speck of dust. He even swept all the snow from the courtyard.
The only thing that Song Qing noticed was that he often spaced out. After airing out a set of laundry to dry, Shen Yu would put it back in the basin to scrub over and over again. He couldn’t stay idle. After sitting for a moment, he would fetch another pail of water and then clean every corner of Shaohua Pavilion.
While Song Qing worried, Shen Yu smiled more. It had been a while since Song Qing saw Shen Yu be so relaxed, as if he’s the happiest while working.
Song Qing watched Shen Yu pick up the axe with experience and try to split the wood. However, since he was weak now, the wood was still in one piece after many attempts and Shen Yu was covered in sweat.
“Stop doing this kind of work.”
Song Qing said these words many times, but Shen Yu would never listen. Every night, Song Qing would change his bandages as he slept. Not only had the wounds on his hand not healed, the frostbite had festered. During the day, the wounds would either get swollen, or he would tear open the scabs, his smooth skin becoming an expanse of scars.
When Song Qing went to fetch more medication, Pian Shisi began to doubt his own medical expertise. Otherwise, how could such a little wound take so long to heal?
The first few times Song Qing was worried that he would wake Shen Yu up while applying the medication, but afterward he realized that he slept too deeply. It was probably from being so exhausted by the day’s work.
After a while, Shen Yu had already done all the work in Shaohua Pavilion multiple times and ran out of things to do. He started taking work from the servant girls and maids. At first, the servants had some respect for him and kept their distance, afraid to speak to him and unwilling to give him any tough tasks.
However, as they got familiar and realized this mute was willing to do any task without complaint, even dirty ones like spreading manure, they would give all the tough tasks to Shen Yu while secretly calling him stupid. Since there was an idiot willing to work hard in their place, they were happy to take a break.
As Shen Yu worked his body, he also became less picky with his food. Everyday he would go to the servants’ kitchen to scarf down the leftovers, as if it was tastier than the delicacies and fine wines he used to have. The head cook was a good person and always saved a portion for him, sometimes adding a fat fish tail.
Every night, after returning to the woodshed, Shen Yu would add a stroke into a thin notebook. Song Qing didn’t know what he was writing. When he took a peek, it was just a bunch of lines and calculations.
The only thing Song Qing saw was his slim body become as thin as a piece of paper, as if he could be blown away by the wind.
