96: Section 96

Shaoyao stepped forward at this moment.

"Steward Su, Madam said she wanted to speak with you alone. Second Miss is not allowed in either."

Guo Lin, hearing that she wasn't allowed in, couldn't help but frown her pretty brows.

But she still obediently sat down on a chair on the second floor.

Su Mo, on the other hand, felt somewhat relaxed. If it was like this, it would be much better; some inconvenient words could now be spoken.

He then pushed the door open and walked in.

After closing the door, Su Mo saw Huang Qingwan sitting quietly by the wall of the elegant room, sipping tea. The Ru ware cup, against Huang Qingwan's skin, emitted an alluring luster.

"Madam."

Looking at Su Mo's gaze, Huang Qingwan's eyes held an indescribable tenderness, like flowing water.

"Come, Steward Su, sit next to me."

As his talent grew daily, Su Mo's courage also grew significantly. He directly sat beside Huang Qingwan, appreciating her stunning beauty up close.

Feeling Su Mo's fervent gaze, Huang Qingwan showed no shyness, only feeling immense joy.

A woman adorns herself for the one who pleases her.

To be appreciated by Su Mo like this was a very happy thing, especially since she would never have the chance to see Su Mo again in her previous life.

She unconsciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then Huang Qingwan handed a cup of tea to Su Mo.

"Steward Su, have some tea."

The soft, slender fingers holding the tea were long and delicate, as white as snow, with a faint hint of pink.

Su Mo felt a bit dizzy.

He quickly took it.

But he didn't hold it steady, and the tea spilled directly onto the embroidered shoe on Huang Qingwan's right foot.

The slightly hot tea made Huang Qingwan's delicate brows furrow slightly.

Su Mo, however, was terrified. He quickly rose from his chair and crouched down to check Huang Qingwan's injury.

"Madam, are you alright?"

"Mm... I'm fine."

Huang Qingwan looked at Su Mo, who was so concerned about her, and couldn't help but recall the days they had lived together in her previous life.

Su Mo, at this moment, disregarded any notions of gender propriety. He gently took off her embroidered shoe, and a faint, elegant fragrance diffused.

He then took off her silk stocking, revealing a small foot with fair skin and a slightly reddish instep, resting in his hand.

The toes were round and delicate, and seemed to be slightly curled due to nervousness, making one want to bite them.

Su Mo stroked the instep of her foot, finding it incredibly tender.

Seeing that Madam Huang had no reaction, Su Mo couldn't help but hold the small foot entirely, gently kneading it. It felt like holding a piece of delicate, soft jade in his hand. The exquisite sensation made Su Mo bolder and bolder, gradually increasing the intensity of his rubbing.

Madam Huang bit her pearly teeth, her body subtly twisting, her eyes hazy as she watched it all.

A strange tingling sensation spread from the sole of her foot...

Su Lang.

You're going to kill me today...

Chapter 99: Soft Jade, Warm Fragrance

Holding the soft jade and warm fragrance in his hand, Su Mo was reluctant to let go. The sensation was truly wonderful and comfortable.

But after rubbing for a while, he realized he couldn't continue like this.

He awkwardly looked up and said:

"Madam, I was overly concerned. The tea wasn't very hot, your foot should be fine."

"I'll dry your embroidered shoe and stocking for you."

After speaking, Su Mo reluctantly put down Huang Qingwan's small foot, then placed the embroidered shoe and silk stocking next to a warm brazier to dry.

At this rate, it would probably be dry in the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn.

Huang Qingwan bit her lower lip, her bare little foot restlessly tapping on the top of her left shoe.

She was well aware of her charm; if she wanted to, she could take her Su Lang right now.

But then she thought of the four maids and Guo Lin outside. If they were to burst in, things would truly become unexplainable.

After Su Mo awkwardly finished tidying up, he sat back down beside Huang Qingwan.

Seeing Huang Qingwan's flushed cheeks, Su Mo's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled the information he had obtained from the simulations.

This Huang Qingwan was General Guo's second wife. Neither the Eldest Miss nor the Second Miss were her biological children. When they got married, General Guo bowed in the wedding ceremony and then immediately left for the border.

One could say that the current Huang Qingwan was no different from an unmarried woman, except for the added status of General's Wife.

This also led to Huang Qingwan, in the simulations, developing a strong liking for such matters once she had a taste of them, becoming very enthusiastic.

Now, once she broke through that taboo, it would be like an old house catching fire, unstoppable.

While Su Mo was thinking this, he was also pondering how to bring up the matter of General Guo to Huang Qingwan.

The atmosphere became eerily quiet like this. The only sounds in the air were the faint fragrance of the roasting embroidered shoes and the crackling of burning charcoal.

"Madam Huang, how long has General Guo been away from home?"

Hearing Su Mo suddenly say this, Huang Qingwan was a little curious, but she answered truthfully.

"It's been over seven years since he's been home."

"What's wrong?"

Su Mo nodded upon hearing this.

"Madam Huang, there's something I need to tell you, and that's about General Guo."

"Mm, go on."

"General Guo actually died seven years ago."

"What did you say?"

Huang Qingwan was somewhat surprised. Died seven years ago? How was that possible? She hadn't heard this news in her previous life either.

Then Su Mo recounted all the information he had obtained from the simulations, one by one.

The source of the information was naturally attributed to the Hengshan Three Heroes.

When she heard what had actually happened, Huang Qingwan remembered the tragic massacre of her family in her previous life.

At that time, rumors were everywhere that General Guo had colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country. Then, after some time, the imperial court issued an edict, condemning his entire family to execution.

Could it be.

This matter is true?

If it's true, then this matter must be guarded against.

If left unchecked, the tragedy of the previous life will definitely happen again!

Thinking of this, Huang Qingwan nodded.

"Alright, I understand."

"My father, Huang Zongwang, is an Imperial Censor in the court. I will write to him upon my return to explain the situation."

"As long as my father receives the letter in time and conveys it to the Emperor, the Generals Residence can avoid the impending disaster."

Huang Qingwan did not question the authenticity of Su Mo's information.

Not only because Su Mo was her deeply beloved lover, but also because some events from her previous life and the present were connecting.

Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

If that's the case, then it can definitely be avoided.

An Imperial Censor, that's a high-ranking official, even capable of supervising and admonishing the Emperor.

Passing on a message or something like that would be effortless.

Just as Su Mo was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

It was Guo Lin's voice.

"Mother, how much longer are you two going to talk?"

Huang Qingwan heard it and shouted loudly.

"Lin'er, it'll be soon, just wait a little longer."

"Oh."

Then there was silence outside the door.

Su Mo then brought the dried, warm embroidered shoe and silk stocking to Huang Qingwan.

"Madam."

"Here."

Seeing this, Huang Qingwan couldn't help but give Su Mo a playful glare.

"Steward Su, do you expect me to put them on myself?"

Su Mo was overjoyed at her words.

"Understood!"

With that, he knelt down and gently picked up Huang Qingwan's fair, small foot, gazing at it as if it were a precious treasure. He suppressed the urge to nibble on it and carefully slipped on the silk stocking and embroidered shoe.

Huang Qingwan stood up as if nothing had happened, and Su Mo also bowed slightly beside her, appearing very respectful.

But after this incident, the relationship between the two had an inexplicable, subtle progression.

At this moment, Huang Qingwan called out.

"Lin'er, come in."

Guo Lin, who was outside the door, heard her and quickly pushed open the door, looking suspiciously at Su Mo and Huang Qingwan.

Now she equally suspected every woman who stood by Su Gege's side.

Huang Qingwan beckoned.

"Lin'er, come."

Strictly speaking, at this point, Guo Lin's father and mother had both passed away, and Huang Qingwan's eyes held a touch more affection for her.

Seeing Huang Qingwan call her, Guo Lin also walked over.

She respectfully called out.

"Mother."

Huang Qingwan gently ruffled her hair.

"Let's go, Lin'er."

"There are still some things to do."

"Yes, Mother."

Su Mo also respectfully saw the two of them to the door, waiting for them to leave.

As she left, Guo Lin reluctantly glanced at Su Mo. Although she really wanted to stay with her Su Gege now, with her mother present, nothing could be done openly.

Watching the two women leave, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

The message had been delivered.

The rest was up to fate.

If the Emperor was determined to execute the Generals Residence, then he could only take the women and flee.