49: Chapter 49 Su Ai Li's Perfect Transformation...

"Creak—" The heavy wooden door of the main room was slowly pushed open a crack. Accompanied by the cool night breeze from outside, a slim and graceful figure flashed into the room like a startled kitten, then reached back to bolt the door tight.

The room was unlit, with only the cold moonlight filtering through the window lattice, spreading a faint layer of silver frost across the bluestone floor.

Qin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the Primary Spirit Gathering Formation, heard the movement and slowly opened his deep eyes, his gaze piercing directly at the figure by the door.

Standing there was Su Aili, who had just finished bathing.

At this moment, where was any trace of the disheveled, mud-stained, and wretched appearance she had during the day?

She was wearing only Su Yourong's light purple silk nightgown. The fabric was thin, and under the outline of the cold moonlight, her youthful curves, not yet fully developed but already showing astonishing proportions, were faintly visible.

On her jade-white skin, there were still glistening water droplets that hadn't been wiped dry.

Gone was the high-and-mighty Young Miss demeanor of the past. At this moment, Su Aili exuded an extreme charm, like someone who had burned their bridges after their dignity had been completely shattered.

Youthful and bold, pure and enchanting—two completely opposite temperaments were perfectly intertwined within her, forming a fatal temptation that was enough to make any man's blood boil.

Su Aili walked with her small, fair, bare feet on the icy bluestone floor, taking small step after small step toward the center of the room.

Then, under Qin Feng's calm gaze, Su Aili slowly bent her straight knees, and with a "thud," she knelt in front of Qin Feng without hesitation.

She placed her hands together on the floor, burying her pure and beautiful face deeply, her forehead touching the cold ground, her posture humble to the bone.

"The lowly slave, Su Aili, requests punishment from Master."

Her voice carried a hint of suppressed trembling, echoing clearly in the silent room.

Qin Feng looked down at the young girl kneeling at his feet, his gaze sweeping over her fair back, which was trembling slightly from nervousness, and a satisfied arc slowly curved at the corner of his mouth.

It is easy to destroy a person, but to make someone who is proud to the bone willingly reshape themselves and become a handy blade—that is the interesting part.

"You did nothing wrong. Why would I punish you?"

His voice was low and calm, lacking the cold killing intent from the alleyway, instead revealing a laziness and composure unique to someone in a superior position.

Qin Feng slowly reached out his right hand, his warm fingertips gently lifting Su Aili's smooth, jade-like chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.

Facing Qin Feng's bottomless black eyes, Su Aili's breathing instantly became rapid.

"Because... this slave doesn't know either..."

Su Aili's eyes were slightly red, and she slowly stood up, following the force of his fingertips.

Without any hesitation, she closed her eyes, opened her slender arms, and actively threw herself into his broad, sturdy embrace.

She clumsily yet passionately lifted her fair neck, awkwardly offering her soft red lips.

"If that's the case... then please, Master, show me your affection..."

The next day.

The horizon had just begun to turn a fish-belly white, and the morning mist had not yet completely dispersed from above the Servant District.

"Creak." The door of the main room was pushed open.

Su Aili carefully supported Qin Feng's arm with both hands as they walked out of the room.

By now, she had changed back into a neat, plain coarse cloth dress, her hair simply tied back with a wooden hairpin.

Although her face still carried some fatigue and paleness, and her legs were faintly trembling and weak as she walked, a stunning, unquenchable radiance rippled between her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes.

Qin Feng took a deep breath of the cool morning air, his internal Qi surging like a river, his whole person refreshed, exuding a sharp edge that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"Master, you are awake."

In the center of the courtyard, Su Yourong was rolling up her sleeves, squatting by the well, and scrubbing a large basin of clothes with effort.

Seeing Qin Feng come out, she immediately put down her work, wiped her hands on her apron, and greeted him with a flattering face.

When her gaze fell on the daughter who was following closely beside Qin Feng and supporting him, her expression became incredibly complex.

There was shock, there was heartache, but more than anything, it was a sense of relief.

She knew that in the man-eating Servant District, her adopted daughter had ultimately embarked on the same path as her.

But only in this way could the two of them truly survive, and live with more dignity than anyone else!

"Mother, take a break. I'll help you do it together."

Before Su Yourong could speak, Su Aili let go of Qin Feng's arm and walked quickly to the well.

She rolled up her sleeves without any disgust, plunged her fair, small hands directly into the icy well water, took the heavy coarse cloth clothes from Su Yourong's hands, and began to scrub them vigorously.

Although her movements were still a bit unfamiliar, all her past haughtiness and complaints were gone.

"Oh my, this water is cold. Your body..."

Seeing this, Su Yourong felt a sudden pang in her heart, and tears almost fell.

"Well, Aili, I am happy for you that you can understand this..."

Su Yourong smiled with relief and reached out to gently tidy the stray hair by her daughter's ear. But then, an awkward blush appeared on her face, and she lowered her voice, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness and self-deprecation, "However... don't call me 'Mother' in the future. We are not related by blood in the first place, and now in this courtyard, we are both slaves serving the Master. If the Master hears it, he might think we two are putting on airs of seniority..."

Su Yourong was a smart woman; she knew clearly that before Qin Feng, there could only be one master.

If Su Aili kept calling her "Mother," and it happened to displease Qin Feng, the stability they had worked so hard to gain would instantly vanish.

Hearing this, Su Aili's scrubbing motion paused slightly.

She looked up and glanced at Qin Feng, who was standing in front of the main room door, being attended to by Bai Yuhe while washing up.

Then, Su Aili's eyes rolled slightly, and she leaned into Su Yourong's ear, a smile of belly-blackness and cunning curling at the corners of her mouth, and whispered: "Mother, you are muddled."

"What is the scarcest thing in life? Isn't it exciting fun?"

"You plus me is not just one plus one..."

Su Aili breathed like an orchid, a flash of transparency and boldness from having experienced life-and-death beatings in her eyes. Not only did she not shy away, but she lowered her voice even more as she spoke, "Speaking of which... I am really curious, Mother, what kind of unspeakable skills do you usually have? Why not find some time to teach me..."

"Unspeakable..."

Hearing such explicit and bold remarks, Su Yourong's already embarrassed cheeks instantly flushed, as if they were about to drip blood, turning red all the way to her earlobes!

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart that young people have strong adaptability...

"You little hussy, what nonsense are you saying!"

Shame and anxious, Su Yourong couldn't help but reach out her finger, stained with soap foam, and gently poked Su Aili's smooth forehead, scolding with a smile, "You are shameless yourself, and you dare to tease your mother? Hurry up and work. If you delay the Master's breakfast, see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"

"Giggle..."

Su Aili not only didn't get angry but let out a burst of silver-bell-like laughter, and not a trace of gloom could be seen between her eyebrows anymore.

Not far away, Wu Mengmeng came out of the kitchen carrying steaming spiritual rice porridge. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and muttered sourly: "Truly a vixen family, causing trouble early in the morning..."

The women laughed and played in the courtyard for a while, and the entire Courtyard No. 77 was filled with a rare sense of worldly life and vitality.

Immediately, food was served, and they began to eat.

Qin Feng sat at the head of the table, enjoying the diligent serving of the four women, and slowly drank the bowl of meat porridge containing rich Spiritual Qi to the bottom.

After breakfast, Qin Feng stood up.

Su Yourong sensibly handed over the black guard uniform and the refined steel sword.

After dressing neatly, Qin Feng ignored the lingering gazes of the four women in the courtyard, pushed open the courtyard gate, and strode toward the Management Hall.