After Drugging the Female Lead with an Aphrodisiac (Ancient-Style Lily Futa) - Chapter 2
Lu Qian’s shop on the surface mainly dealt in food and snacks. Occasionally, she would also play the role of a divine physician, going to treat people with difficult and complicated illnesses. The old madams in the various mansions—who had no idea what “three highs” even meant—especially trusted the tonic food recipes she prescribed. They claimed that by following her meal plans, their symptoms of dizziness and chest stuffiness had indeed improved greatly. Not to mention the women and young children in their households: issues like years of irregular or absent menstruation leading to infertility, or dry, sallow complexions with poor spleen and stomach function—all were gradually nursed back to health under her care.
Having treated so many noble ladies, Lu Qian naturally became a frequent and welcome guest in quite a few prominent households across Jinling City.
Her maid A-Yao had once run into Jian Jia in the twelfth lunar month and, during their spat, even boasted: who knows, one day the Duke’s mansion might have to beg her own young miss to step over their threshold.
See—A-Yao was truly proud of her mistress.
Never mind whether Lu Qian would ever deign to cross the Duke’s mansion threshold, but if A-Yao saw the threshold her young miss had just crossed right now, her eyeballs would surely pop right out of her head onto the ground.
Indeed, A-Yao could never have imagined that her young miss, after using an excuse to shake her off, had immediately turned and slipped into the misty-willow district along the Qinhuai River. At least her young miss still had some sense of propriety—she wore a hood to somewhat conceal her face and entered through a side door in a back alley.
By now the splendid lanterns had just begun to glow. After knocking on the door under cover of night, Lu Qian was led by a little maid all the way to a private room in a corner on the second floor. After pouring tea, the maid said the guest should wait a moment—their lady was currently receiving a client and would come shortly.
This wasn’t Lu Qian’s first time here. With a slight nod, she dismissed the little maid. She removed her cloak, took a sip of the tea in the cup, then faintly furrowed her brow. Today’s flower tea was too sweet.
Lu Qian disliked sweetness, so she set the cup down. She had no interest in the pastries on the table either, and could only sit blankly staring at the candle stand by the window.
The candle stand stood in front of a carved wooden screen hung with curtains. Further inside was a canopy bed covered with large red brocade quilts. Paired with the room full of lanterns shrouded in red gauze, it truly carried a certain bridal-chamber, candlelit-wedding-night ambiance—making Lu Qian, sitting there in her plain white robes, seem all the more out of place.
Outside the window was the Qinhuai River. Faint pipa music drifted lazily for a long while before coming to an end, followed by men’s cheers of approval. Lu Qian felt somewhat irritable. E-Jun must have been delayed today—how could the singing girls on the flower boats have already finished an entire ci tune, yet she still hadn’t appeared?
Perhaps due to the irritation, Lu Qian felt a bit parched. She picked up the teacup again and took another sip. The already cooled tea slid down her throat. In the first month of the year it should have sent a shiver through a person, but with so many candles burning in the room—combined with the unique, cloying fragrance peculiar to brothels—it instead made one feel stifled and hot. Unconsciously, Lu Qian finished most of the cup.
Even at this point she still hadn’t noticed anything wrong; she only felt somewhat overheated. Setting the tea aside, she walked to the window and pushed the lattice outward. The southern winter night’s wind blew in, making the sound of strings and woodwinds suddenly clearer. After the cool breeze hit her, Lu Qian abruptly felt a moment of clarity—and immediately sensed something abnormal in her body.
Right at that moment, three gentle knocks sounded on the door of the private room. Lu Qian turned and stared coldly at the door without responding.
After two breaths, the door was pushed open from outside. Jiang Xiyue’s smug face appeared. Unable to suppress her glee, she walked in accompanied by two men, looking Lu Qian up and down. When she saw the unusual flush on the other’s face, she couldn’t help but laugh viciously:
“Oh my~ Isn’t this the pure and chaste Miss Lu? Why isn’t she staying obediently at home on such a late night, and instead running to a place like this? Can’t stand the loneliness anymore and craving a man?”
She laughed, covering her mouth with her sleeve: “How fortunate~ This Drunken Spring Pavilion has upwards of a hundred men from top to bottom—more than enough for Miss Lu to choose from, ahahahaha~”
Jiang Xiyue let out a string of silvery, bell-like giggles, as though she had just told some hilarious joke. Unfortunately, by now Lu Qian’s aphrodisiac poison had already begun to take effect. Not only did she not panic, kneel, and beg for mercy, she continued to regard Jiang Xiyue with those usual indifferent eyes that showed no respect for status. And when Jiang Xiyue was laughing, those pale, thin lips even curved into a mocking arc.
Jiang Xiyue’s laughter died instantly. That single smile stung her eyes painfully. She spoke viciously: “You little slut, do you know what these men I brought are for? They’re to be your bridegrooms! Getting two bridegrooms at once—what heavenly bliss! You don’t even need to thank me!”
Aside from her increasingly unsteady breathing, Lu Qian didn’t even flinch—her pupils didn’t contract in the slightest. Jiang Xiyue, watching this, felt her blood boil in reverse. She waved her handkerchief at the two deliberately chosen ugly men. The two crooked melons and split dates grinned lewdly and walked toward Lu Qian. Jiang Xiyue put her smug smile back on, her eyes glittering with triumphant delight:
“You can enjoy yourself here first. Don’t worry—after a while I’ll send someone to call Brother Jingyuan over and give you a proper wedding night.”
Jiang Xiyue put away her handkerchief, lifted her chin, and turned to leave, too lazy to watch how those two men would torment Lu Qian. In any case, it would probably take the surnamed-Lu quite a while before she made any noise—she had no time to wait around.
Jiang Xiyue strolled leisurely to the door. Her hand had just touched the door panel when two muffled thuds came from behind, followed by the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor. Jiang Xiyue turned back in confusion.
She saw Lu Qian still standing perfectly fine on the ground, while the two specially selected ugly melons had collapsed weakly, their bodies limp and lifeless-looking. Jiang Xiyue was so shocked she slammed her back against the door: “You… you know martial arts?!”
Lu Qian’s back was already drenched in a layer of sticky sweat; the soaked inner garment clinging to her skin felt extremely uncomfortable. Her whole body burning hot, she stared at the main culprit of today’s ordeal—yet her gaze grew increasingly cold and deep.
As the most flamboyantly jumping flower among Pan Jingyuan’s pile of rotten peach blossoms, Jiang Xiyue had always left quite an impression on Lu Qian. Previously she had pulled various petty schemes, but because her temperament was stupid enough and she never succeeded, every time she ended up smashing her own foot before Lu Qian even needed to act. Lu Qian had always treated her as nothing more than entertainment. Who would have thought this second young miss of the Duke’s household would actually have the guts to drug someone with an aphrodisiac.
Truly vicious—and truly stupid.
The corners of Lu Qian’s mouth lifted slightly, splitting into a cold, thin smile.
Jiang Xiyue’s scalp went numb from that smile. One hand fumbled behind her for the door latch while her mouth kept babbling: “You—you stay back! Let me tell you, this drug I bought from a barbarian monk from the Western Regions. I don’t have the antidote! The monk said that if you don’t intercourse with someone within half an hour after taking it, you’ll die with blood flowing from all seven orifices! Even if you kill those two men it won’t help—you’ll still have to find another man!”
The more nervous she became, the less she could find the latch. But at the other end of the room, Lu Qian moved. She took one step forward, stepping over the now-silent men on the floor, then staggered slightly with unsteady footing. Jiang Xiyue’s heart relaxed a little—thinking that no matter how much martial arts Lu Qian knew, once the aphrodisiac took full effect she still wouldn’t be able to endure.
But then she saw Lu Qian steady herself against the table in the room. She picked up the teacup, lowered her eyes to glance at it, and finally spoke one sentence:
“Heh… go find another man, is it…”
Those ink-jade eyes lifted from below and locked onto her. For some reason, Jiang Xiyue felt an overwhelming surge of terror. Why was this surnamed-Lu looking at her like that? She—she wasn’t a man!
Her hand finally found the latch. Jiang Xiyue gripped it tightly, about to pull it open—when Lu Qian suddenly tilted her head back and drank the remaining tea in the cup in one go. Then she lunged forward.
The back of Jiang Xiyue’s head slammed against the door panel with a thud. Before her cry of pain could fully escape, her lips were sealed. A scorching, hard object forced its way past her lips with wild aggression. Jiang Xiyue’s eyes widened in shock—then the slightly warmed tea, heated by body temperature, was poured into her mouth.
“Mm… mmph…”
Jiang Xiyue shook her head and struggled, trying to escape Lu Qian’s lips and tongue. The next moment, Lu Qian’s hand snaked upward and clamped onto her jaw. Fingers exerting brutal force rendered her chin immobile. With the tip of the tongue pressing against hers, Jiang Xiyue was forced to swallow the tea Lu Qian was feeding her.
“Cough cough…”
All the tea went down her throat. Lu Qian released her lips and stepped back. Jiang Xiyue coughed miserably, water stains hanging from the corners of her mouth. Before her eyes, that woman who usually seemed untouched by mortal dust now had a face flushed crimson, yet her gaze was intensely captivating.
With one hand gripping Jiang Xiyue’s collar, she pulled their bodies together. Those naturally thin, almost heartless pale lips had turned cherry-red from the fierce kissing. In a voice that sent chills down the spine, Lu Qian drawled softly:
“A woman can do just fine, can’t she?”
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