After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 13

These words earned Lu Qian a contemptuous, cold scoff: “Fuck it back in? You’d have to have the skill first.”

With that, she stepped right over Jiang Xiyue, picked up a towel from the screen that had been splashed with quite a bit of water, casually wiped herself down, and went to put on the spare clothes A-Yao had brought.

Jiang Xiyue’s chest heaved violently. Watching Lu Qian’s back as she slipped one sleeve on, she felt an unbearable itch in her teeth.

Lu Qian had barely gotten one arm through when she heard Jiang Xiyue scramble up behind her. The next instant, sharp pain exploded at her shoulder—Jiang Xiyue had lunged forward and bitten down hard from behind. Lu Qian immediately reached back to pinch her jaw, but Jiang Xiyue had already learned her lesson. The moment Lu Qian moved to retaliate, she released her teeth and jumped back two steps.

Now not only did Lu Qian have a scratch on her face—she had a ring of bright red tooth marks on the back of her shoulder too. She couldn’t help but snap in exasperation: “Are you a dog or something?!”

Last time Jiang Xiyue had bitten her nipple—that tender spot had hurt for more than ten days. Even after the scab fell off, a faint ring of dark pink scar remained around the tip. Though not very noticeable, every time Lu Qian bathed and saw the mark Jiang Xiyue had left on her, an inexplicable irritation welled up inside.

Jiang Xiyue, having succeeded, broke into a smug smile. She wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, extremely pleased with the fresh wound she’d added to Lu Qian’s delicate skin: “This young miss bit you on purpose! Let’s see how you seduce men now with that cheap skin all marked up!”

At those words, Lu Qian’s long, narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. She had been about to fire back with a cutting remark, but when her gaze drifted to the cock now dangling between Jiang Xiyue’s legs, she pressed her lips together and ultimately swallowed the harsh words. Ignoring the raving Jiang Xiyue, she quickly finished dressing.

Fortunately Jiang Xiyue also knew her limits. Realizing Lu Qian was now on guard against her, she obediently started putting on her own clothes without causing any more trouble.

The door finally opened. A-Yao’s first sight was the bloody scratch on her own miss’s face. She let out a startled cry: “Miss! How did you get hurt? Did Jiang Xiyue do this?”

Her eyes immediately reddened. How ruthless did that Jiang Xiyue have to be to claw at another woman’s face like that? Her miss was so beautiful—A-Yao usually wouldn’t even let the sun touch her too long—yet in just half a day at the Jiang mansion, that snow-white cheek now bore a glaring red mark.

A-Yao turned and glared furiously at Jiang Xiyue, who had emerged behind Lu Qian.

Jiang Xiyue was currently being held in her mother’s arms while being checked over. Afraid of being touched in the wrong place, she was awkwardly clenching her thighs together to hide the cock in between. Feeling A-Yao’s stare, she immediately lifted her lovely eyes and glared back. Lu Qian disrespecting her was one thing—but even a little maid dared challenge her? Truly worthy of someone brought by that surnamed-Lu—utterly lacking in manners, lawless and wild!

After examining Jiang Xiyue and confirming she wasn’t seriously hurt, Fang Wanhua finally let out a full breath of relief. She quietly asked: “Why didn’t you open the door no matter how much Mother called earlier? Was that Lu Qian bullying you and refusing to let you?”

Jiang Xiyue’s face flushed red. In her heart she thought: bullying? Oh yes, she was bullied—pressed underwater and fucked skin-to-skin until she couldn’t take it anymore. But how could she possibly say that? She only stammered vaguely: “Ah… she was afraid our family would pull another trick and wouldn’t let anyone else come in.”

Fang Wanhua’s delicate brows shot up: “She’s just a guest—who does she think she is, ordering around the masters of this house? Don’t worry, Xiyue—the grievances you suffered today, Mother will make sure they’re repaid immediately!”

Fang Wanhua truly was the kind of mother capable of spoiling a daughter like Jiang Xiyue. She didn’t even consider that her own family had schemed first—she only believed others had wronged her precious Xiyue. She immediately turned to order the servant women to detain the Lu family pair.

But Jiang Xiyue tugged her mother’s sleeve. The expression on her face was hard to read. She bit her lip and said softly: “Forget it. I’m tired from all this commotion. Just let them leave for today.”

“Xiyue?” Now it was Fang Wanhua’s turn to widen her eyes. Since when had her daughter become so easygoing? In the past she would have been screaming about skinning someone alive or breaking their legs.

Meanwhile, seeing Lu Qian emerge, Pan Jingyuan stepped closer into the courtyard. He was determined to escort her out today. Let’s see whether the Duchess would still give face to the Ninghai Marquis household. If not, then don’t blame him for tearing off all pretense.

Jiang Xiyue and her mother’s conversation had actually all reached Lu Qian’s ears. Her brow arched slightly. She turned and cast a meaningful, amused gaze onto Jiang Xiyue’s face. Jiang Xiyue—infuriated by the knowing look in her eyes—felt her teeth itch again. She glared back with wide, vicious almond eyes.

Then Lu Qian suddenly let out a soft, mocking laugh. She bowed politely to both mother and daughter: “Madam Duchess, and Miss Jiang—this commoner has already imposed on your esteemed household long enough. I will not disturb you any further. Please allow me to take my leave.”

Without waiting for a reply, she flicked her white sleeve lightly, took A-Yao with her, and turned to depart. All the way out, A-Yao kept turning back to glare resentfully at Jiang Xiyue.

Jiang Xiyue watched as Lu Qian met Pan Jingyuan at the courtyard gate. The handsome young lord slightly lowered his head—clearly concerned about the injury on her face. Suddenly a sour, stinging sensation flooded straight into Jiang Xiyue.

Lu Qian—she viciously dug her nails into her palms. For some reason, the woman standing at the gate now seemed even more eyesore than before. She really wanted to rush over and claw a few more lines across that face.