Chaotic World Book
Chapter 160 - 156: The Maid and the Chief Seat

Chapter 160: Chapter 156: The Maid and the Chief Seat

Gusu was still in chaos with soldiers and horses everywhere. Tang Wanju took over the city’s efforts against the Maitreya Sect and launched a cleanse of the Maitreya Sect’s affiliated forces and those connected with the Lu Family.

The Tang family was in deep mourning as well, with numerous members dead from the round of Sword Qi when the Evil Sword was unearthed. Trampled by one another, there were also casualties, as well as earlier losses and injuries in the retreat against the Lu Family and others. It might be said that the Tang family’s ordeal had perhaps passed, but almost every household had lost someone; saying that the Tang family’s power had greatly declined was indeed accurate.

Even Tang Wangsheng had suffered a serious injury amidst the chaos and was currently recuperating. Tang Buqi took on the burden and was dealing with the family’s internal mess.

Zhao Changhe lay in the guest room, his body wrapped up tightly, just as miserable as Wan Dongliu had been days before. Lying on the bed, he could only roll his eyes, barely able to turn his head.

"Sisi, do the bandages really need to be this tight? I always suspect you’re doing it on purpose..."

Sisi leaned back in a chair, leisurely holding a history book of Great Xia as if cramming knowledge. Hearing his question, she lazily responded, "Just be happy that, out of the entire Tang family, who would bother with you? Isn’t it only me, a pitiful little maid, still taking care of you?"

"You’re not the Tang family’s maid; you’re my maid."

"Yes, yes, yes." Sisi’s beautiful eyes flickered, and she spoke with a teasing tone, "Then master, that piece of gold leaf you clung to so tightly when you were changing and applying medicine, what is it? Can’t you let your loyal little maid have a peek?"

"It’s already angrily wrapped around me by you, damn it hurts..."

"So, if it’s a matter of life and death, it must be kept close to the flesh." Sisi teased, "Of course, if master would tell the truth, it wouldn’t be gold leaf clinging to the skin—maybe something a bit more... intimate?"

Zhao Changhe gulped, then quickly retorted with his neck stiff, "The truth is that I had prepared a Heart Shield in advance. You see it came in handy, right? Mere Maitreya, all within my calculations..."

Sisi pursed her lips, not arguing with him.

Whatever Heart Shield was capable of withstanding a hit from the fifth on the Earth List would be considered a treasure, even if it was a Heart Shield.

But come to think of it, while Zhao Changhe held the gold leaf it didn’t block the view. She had looked around and found nothing, just an ordinary piece of gold leaf. It might well have just been a specially textured object that he decided to use as a Heart Shield over his heart—still a plausible explanation.

Whether or not it was a treasure, Sisi had no intention of blatantly snatching it from his hands. Instead, the tight grip he had on it angered the little maid. Sisi wrapped him with bandages, turning him into a zongzi, including the gold leaf, until she was satisfied and lay down to read her book.

Clearly, the powerful Dragon Sparrow lay beside his bed, and Sisi had no thought of running away with it, let alone a broken piece of gold leaf... Really.

Bound so tightly he could barely move, it was extremely uncomfortable for someone as restless as Zhao Changhe. Not long lying down, he started to beseech, "Hey, Sisi..."

"What now?"

"We’re so familiar now, why don’t you wash off the disguise and let me see your true face?"

"We’re not familiar; who’s familiar with you? Who the heck are you to me? How long have I been cooking that I’m suddenly familiar?"

"... I’ve heard that keeping such things on the skin too long is harmful."

"Yes, so the real face is very ugly, pitted and pocked. Don’t look."

Zhao Changhe was relentless, "Stop flipping through that history book too; it doesn’t record anything about the Dragon Sparrow."

Sisi pretending to speed-read, "Who told you I’m looking for the Dragon Sparrow? Can’t I just read some history?"

"Do you want to know about the origins of the Dragon Sparrow or not?"

Dragon Sparrow: "..."

Finally, Sisi closed the book, and her face resumed its smile, "Master, would you care to tell?"

Zhao Changhe coughed, "I have three conditions..."

Sisi shifted closer to the bed, her finger hovering over his waist, and threatened through clenched teeth, "At this point and you still have three conditions, you think I’m easy to bully, huh?"

"Wait, I haven’t finished. Out of the three conditions, if you can fulfill just one, I’ll tell you."

Sisi pouted, feeling that this could be acceptable. She paused her pinching and spoke coquettishly, "Then please give your orders, master?"

"First, let me see your true face."

Sisi hummed twice, "Just go directly to the second one."

"Second, untie this SM style binding that’s made me look like a zongzi, make it normal, I can’t take it."

"What’s this ’SM’? Never mind, no need to explain your slang, anyway I’m not untying." Sisi grinned, "Just tell me the third."

In fact, Zhao Changhe didn’t have a third; after all, he just wanted a choice between seeing her true face or having the bandages undone. Now he found himself at a loss. Seeing Sisi’s giggling face and not being able to vent his frustration, he suddenly blurted out a new one, "Third, give me a kiss, it’s not like you haven’t kissed before."

Sisi’s eyes widened.

The next moment, a man’s scream echoes through the guest house, not knowing which piece of flesh had been pinched, utterly miserable.

Tang Wanju, just entering the yard, slowed her pace.

By the bedside in the room, Sisi sat beside the bed, pinching Zhao Changhe’s soft flesh at his waist while leaning her upper body down, her cherry lips almost grazing his cheek. She hovered just a whisper away from his lips, moving slowly, suspended above them.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

As if she sensed something, Sisi giggled coquettishly and murmured in a seductive voice, "Truly worthy of being Sisi’s master, even injured like this your vigor is still so strong."

Lips atop one another, her breath was as fragrant as an orchid.

Fingers pressing at his waist, twirling with force.

Poor Zhao Changhe was forced to hold back until his face turned both green and purple, not knowing what emotion he should express.

"So you’re not pretending anymore, are you?" Sisi’s voice was filled with allure: "Yes, that fake Hongling was indeed me. What about it, are you happy that you took advantage of me? Do you secretly think Sisi is loose?"

"No, no... hiss... oh, yes, yes... ow!"

"I wanted to extract your secrets, even to use them for my own purposes... Merely transferring Qi is nothing, I certainly wouldn’t be like you... constrained by so many rules and standards." Sisi bit her lower lip, "Actually, this is only the second time I’ve kissed someone. You wouldn’t think I just kiss anyone carelessly, would you?"

"No, no... I know you’re unpracticed, you couldn’t convincingly impersonate Yue Hongling."

"You know that too, huh..."

"..."

"Sisi knows master is a clever one... So have you realized yet that you’re in the palm of my hand, and your life and death are but a thought away from me?" Sisi spoke softly, "Tell me your secrets, including about Dragon Sparrow. Since we braved life and death together, I won’t torture you anymore, okay?"

Zhao Changhe replied honestly, "If by torture you mean like now, with your soft bosom pressed against me, then please, torture me a bit more. Ow~"

"Knock, knock, knock," the sound of knocking came.

Tang Wanzhu had talked about righteousness and didn’t purposely eavesdrop. She couldn’t hear the whispers by their lips, but with all the "hisses" and "ows," it would be hard not to listen. Unable to stand it any longer, she finally knocked on the door.

Like a spring had been attached to her waist, Sisi bounced up instantly, straightening her appearance and adopting the guise of an obedient maid.

Zhao Changhe coughed, "The door isn’t locked, please come in."

The door opened, and Tang Wanzhu stood quietly there, examining Sisi by the bed from head to toe, and then turned to look at Zhao Changhe wrapped up like a zongzi. Ultimately, she said nothing more than, "If you are recuperating... it’s better not to indulge too much..."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Sisi: "..."

"Ahem." Zhao Changhe was quite helpless, "You have a heap of matters to attend to, yet you have the leisure to come here?"

"I just made some arrangements. If we wait any longer, the people from Weiyang will also arrive," Tang Wanzhu said softly, "Other details... are not as important as you are."

"Please don’t!" Zhao Changhe said, "I’m not that important."

Tang Wanzhu said, "At the very least, you are a benefactor of the Tang family this time around."

"I did it for my friend Tang Buqi and for the people of Gusu, it has nothing to do with a single copper coin from the Tang family," Zhao Changhe said, "If you thank me on behalf of the people, I won’t be falsely modest, I risked my life doing good deeds because I wanted to be praised, and I have every right to ask for a reward."

Tang Wanzhu was somewhat amused, "What reward do you want? To guarantee your maid’s entry into the Sword Emperor’s Tomb? Or do you want that treasure imbued with Evil Qi that Maitreya threw into the pond?"

Sisi always felt that according to the conversation routine that Zhao Changhe had just now, he should be saying "What I want is you", but to her surprise, Zhao Changhe was so solemn, he seemed like a completely different person: "I want both of those conditions, and I want you to promise me one more thing."

"Please speak."

"The Sword Emperor’s Tomb is now accessible, so please immediately seal it off. I know you will definitely want to explore it afterward, and I won’t stop you, bring me and Sisi along at that time, but please do not continue such activities afterward, instead, you must find every possible way to isolate it again."

Sisi was taken aback for a moment, whereas Tang Wanzhu smiled slightly, as if purposely asking, "Why is that? Such an ancient site, if one could thoroughly explore it long term, perhaps you would be the one to benefit the most..."

Zhao Changhe was very earnest, "Whether it’s the Demon Suppression Department or the Tang family members, I don’t trust any of them. If they keep foolishly exploring the tomb and provoke some great calamity like the Sword Emperor’s resurrection, then both you and I will be dead. Moreover..."

He paused, his words even more piercing, "Can you really be so sure that Gusu will remain under your control in the future, rather than Maitreya’s? From what I see of the current situation, even Xia Longyuan dares not say such words."

Finally, Sisi nodded, secretly thinking that this guy was truly awakened and rational.

But then she saw Tang Wanzhuang smiling slightly, gracefully moving forward to sit on the edge of Zhao Changhe’s bed, "I’ve already started preparing for that, just waiting for your recovery, so we all can take a look together."

As she spoke, her slender hand brushed by, and the bandages wrapped like a zongzi broke off inch by inch, "Who idiotically tied you up like this? It’s not beneficial for healing. I have a special ointment from the Royal Family for external injuries here, let your maid apply it to you inch by inch, the effect..."

Before she finished, Sisi stood behind her with arms akimbo, her brows furrowed, "A maid’s only good for wrapping zongzi! The Head Chief is skillful and adept at healing, right? Well then, please go ahead and apply it yourself, and let this maid see just how much the person who keeps saying thanks for the favors is willing to do, and whether it’s only about showing off some lip service, and leaving others to do the hard work!"

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