Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Drunk Beneath Beauty’s Knees—Joy and Bittersweet Pain

A group of people followed closely behind, but Mu Qingge couldn’t be bothered with them. She led her two maids and turned into the Peach Blossom Forest.

”You two, remember that I am your master. Don’t work for your aunt, and there’s no need to worry about angering those of the imperial family.” Mu Qingge suddenly said.

Following behind her, You He and Hua Yue knew that their master was upset about today’s events.

The two quickly said, ”Master, please calm your anger. We understand. What happened today will not happen again.”

Mu Qingge’s steps paused slightly, and she laughed wickedly, ”If it happens again, you will leave Chi Yun Garden forever.”

”Master!”

”Master, no!”

Now, the two truly felt Mu Qingge’s anger and dared not take any more risks.

They were not disloyal to Mu Qingge; on the contrary, they were too loyal and too considerate of her. Thus, they were influenced by Mu Lianrong, thinking that their master should be in harmony with Princess Changle.

Ensuring the Mu Family’s bloodline continuation seemed to have become the top priority in the Mu Mansion ever since it was confirmed that Mu Qingge could not cultivate.

Seeing that the two had realized their mistake, Mu Qingge did not pursue the matter further.

The Peach Blossom Forest flickered before them, and following the petal-strewn muddy path, the three of them returned to the open area by the stream.

Not far from them, Qin Yiyao and Bai Xiyue also came over quickly.

The sound of twittering voices came from the grass by the stream.

The chubby Shao had his eyes covered with strips of cloth, and was playing a game of chase with a group of beauties on the grass.

This scene of singing and dancing instantly stunned You He and Hua Yue.

Even more so for those like Qin Yiyao and Bai Xiyue who followed behind.

The infamy of Mu Qingge, it was one thing to hear about it, but another to witness it firsthand.

Qin Yiyao was stunned in place, looking at the suddenly appearing array of colorful women, somewhat at a loss for a moment.

”Oh! The little lord is back!”

”Little Lord!”

”Little Lord, come and rest, let me pour you some wine.”

”Little Lord, let me peel a grape for you.”

Mu Qingge appeared, and the beauties immediately abandoned the chubby Shao, flitting toward the striking figure in red like butterflies.

This spectacle directly overwhelmed You He and Hua Yue. Before they could do anything, they saw their master being ushered by this group of women towards a large square cloth.

The abandoned chubby Shao pulled off the cloth covering his eyes, not angry, and happily chased after them.

”Little Lord, please sit.”

A beauty knelt on the cloth, using her body as a seat, inviting Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge did not hesitate, swinging her wide sleeves and sitting down freely, leaning directly into the beauty’s embrace behind her.

This action elicited a burst of sweet laughter from the beauty.

Two other beauties stood out from among the sisters, sitting to Mu Qingge’s left and right. One fed her wine with delicate hands, while the other fed grapes into her crimson lips.

The losing beauties could only sit at Mu Qingge’s feet, massaging her legs.

In the Peach Blossom Forest, accompanied by a group of beauties, a tale of romance and pleasure akin to an immortal unfolds...

Striking in red attire, hair black as silk.

Peach blossoms fragrant, petals fluttering.

Even embraced by beauties, it couldn’t hide the unique charm.

It seemed as if in front of the flirtatious young man in red, all these women became mere background.

What should have been a despised wantonness, in her expressive gestures, became so pleasing to the eye, so moving to the heart.

The anger in Qin Yiyao’s clear eyes gradually subsided.

The scene she saw conveyed no sense of indecency, no lewdness. There was only the uninhibited recklessness of youth, as if Mu Qingge had transformed into an elf of the forest, or an enchantress among the flowers, merely experiencing human life.

She did not see any reluctance in the eyes of the women, nor any despicable seduction.

It seemed they just wanted to make Mu Qingge more comfortable.

Lying in the beauty’s arms, Mu Qingge showed no frivolity, just as the clarion eyes shared when they danced closely together.

Gradually, Qin Yiyao’s heart returned to peace, but the amazement in her eyes had not yet faded.

”Little Lord, from where did you invite such goddess-like figures? Are you tired of us ordinary folks?” A beauty, placing a grape into Mu Qingge’s mouth, asked coyly.

They had long noticed the arrival of Qin Yiyao, Bai Xiyue, and others.

But they deliberately ignored them. Call it rivalry, call it an unwillingness to let others vie for favor with them in front of Mu Qingge. In any case, it was deliberate!

Before Mu Qingge could answer, the chubby Shao squeezed beside her, whispering in her ear, ”Wow! Boss, how did you manage to bring Princess Changle, the ice mountain, along? Who’s that little beauty in white? She looks familiar—could be from your mansion? Aunt has mentioned that she’s your intended bride, and I’m not allowed to make a move. How come both your main and second wives are here together? Ouch!”

The chubby Shao’s words came to a halt with a flick on the forehead from Mu Qingge.

”Stop blabbering nonsense.” Mu Qingge warned softly.

The chubby Shao blinked in confusion, ”Boss, what does ’blabbering nonsense’ mean?”

Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched, annoyed that this chubby idiot made her use a phrase from her previous life. She explained irritably, ”It means stop talking nonsense.”

”I’m not talking nonsense! Aunt indeed said so,” the chubby Shao replied, feeling wronged.

Yet, as Mu Qingge was about to strike again, he scrambled to his feet, tidied his messy attire, and headed towards Qin Yiyao.

”Shao Yueze pays respects to Princess Changle.” This princess wife was not his, and he did not have Mu Qingge’s title or such a remarkable grandfather. Etiquette was necessary before a princess.

The moment Shao Yueze’s voice fell, the chattering ceased.

Earlier, they were envious of Qin Yiyao’s beauty and Bai Xiyue’s pure charm. Now, knowing the visitors’ unusual identities, they dared not continue their frivolity.

Under Mu Qingge’s reassuring gaze, they all knelt to greet Qin Yiyao.

”All rise.” Qin Yiyao said lightly, stepping past Shao Yueze to approach Mu Qingge.