bayedsolid Chapter 11 That was a bowl of chicken testicles
Chapter 11 That was a bowl of chicken testicles
Seeing this, Madam Zhou's head maid, Mei Qing, frowned and quickly ordered, "Hurry up and drag them away."
"Go and call all the servants of the Zhou family to come and watch. My Zhou family is kind, but not stupid. Let them all see what happens to those who betray their masters," Madam Zhou said, looking at Xingfang being dragged away.
In that brief moment, without saying a word, Madam Zhou uncovered the traitor and clarified the cause and effect of the matter.
Looking at his beautiful mother, Zhou Hanzhang was filled with admiration.
"Alright, this matter is finally over."
Madam Zhou pulled Zhou Hanzhang away, preparing to leave, but then glanced at Aunt Fang and Zhou Kezhen.
The two women were still staring at Madam Zhou with starry eyes. Zhou Hanzhang, seeing their expressions, couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Are you two also intimidated by Mother, Aunt and Little Sister?"
The mother and daughter nodded in unison, and Madam Zhou chuckled again, "Taohong, quickly brew some calming tea for your mistress; she's been frightened today."
Peach Blossom patted her chest and quickly walked downstairs; she had also been frightened today.
Zhou Hanzhang wanted to take Madam Zhou back to her own residence, but Madam Zhou refused, saying, "You're already injured, and you must be tired from dealing with all this mess today. Go back and rest early."
Zhou Hanzhang didn't insist and nodded before returning to his residence.
Once she returned to her bedroom, she immediately sent everyone out of the room.
As a woman disguised as a man, she didn't have many people serving her personally; it was usually just Chunhua and Qiuyue.
The two men knew her habits well. After making her bed and filling the bathwater, they placed a bowl of something on the table, then quietly left and closed the door behind them.
Zhou Hanzhang finally breathed a sigh of relief; she was indeed exhausted after such a long day.
She walked behind the screen, looked at the steaming water in the bucket, and just wanted to soak in it for a while.
She first unbuttoned her clothes, saw the strips of cloth tightly binding her chest, and sighed.
The original owner was quite pitiful. She was born into such a wealthy family and could have lived a princess-like life that was better than most girls.
Unfortunately, she encountered this situation again, which forced her to hide her true gender until today.
She slowly untied the strips of cloth from her upper body, one by one.
After the strips of cloth were completely untied, she looked at the two rather large lumps of flesh on her chest and sighed again.
It must have been really tough. I don't know how the original owner managed to keep them growing so big while they were still wrapped around his body for over ten years.
But it's alright. Although it can't compare to my previous life, at least it's not the little steamed bun I was worried about, so I can rest assured.
This body is only fourteen years old this year, yet it already possesses such potential; it must be extraordinary when it grows up.
She reached out and touched it; it was soft and elastic to the touch. Down below, her waist was slender, her buttocks were round, and her skin was as white as snow, exceptionally smooth and tender.
Just looking at her figure, she already surpasses many modern-day beauties.
She hasn't seen what she looks like since she woke up, but based on this body alone, she can be described as stunningly beautiful.
I don't know when I'll be able to return to being a girl.
After taking a long bath, she thought for a moment and decided not to continue binding her chest. She put on loose clothes again, but the curves of her chest could still be vaguely seen.
She sighed; even adults have their troubles.
However, it's not good to keep your chest bound like this day and night. She vaguely remembered that the original owner didn't have the habit of binding her chest at night, so it must have grown during the night.
She stepped out from behind the screen and saw a bowl of something that her maid had placed on the table in the bedroom.
I walked forward out of habit, and when I saw it, I thought I was seeing things.
The original owner didn't know what this was, but was instructed by Madam Zhou to eat it every night before bed. As a modern person, she knew very well what it was.
No wonder I could grow so big even though I was bound every day; it turns out the original owner used this kind of thing every day.
That was a bowl of chicken testicles.
Zhou Hanzhang did not hesitate, went up and sat down, and finished eating in a few bites.
The taste of what she ate seemed different from what she had eaten before, so it must have had some medicinal herbs added.
After you finish eating, just leave the bowls and chopsticks there.
She knew someone would come and clean up after she woke up the next day, but she was still a little worried.
He arrived at the door, bolted it, and then lay down to rest.
Whether it was a hallucination or not, not long after she lay down, she felt a slight burning sensation in her chest. Could it be the effect of that bowl of chicken testicles?
She drifted off to sleep, and during the night she had bizarre dreams, as if she were experiencing Zhou Hanzhang's entire life.
She woke up in the morning feeling somewhat listless.
However, some of the original owner's memories were added to his mind.
The original owner lived in constant pain, not knowing why the emperor insisted on making him a man.
However, since people in ancient times valued obeying their parents' orders, she did not object.
She also unfortunately developed depression, and was depressed all day long. She kept wanting to return to being a girl, but her parents told her to wait.
That day, he was accidentally pushed by his younger sister and died. It was truly pitiful.
She never even experienced being a woman, and then she was gone.
She walked up to the bronze mirror, looked at the face reflected in it, and couldn't help but marvel.
Her eyebrows were long and slender, neither too thick nor too thin, perfectly complementing her deep, autumn-water-like eyes, which shone with a light that seemed gentle yet resolute.
Her nose was straight yet delicate, her lips were rosy and full, and her slightly upturned lips always carried a faint smile.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, adding to her mystery and allure.
Having seen many beautiful women in modern times, she couldn't help but be captivated by the face before her.
She quickly shook her head. She couldn't let herself get lost in her own beauty. What difference would that make from Narcissus in Greek mythology, who fell in love with his own reflection?
She first unbuttoned her clothes, then tied her chest back up, before putting on her usual men's clothing.
After she finished dressing, she called Qiuyue in to comb her hair.
She wanted to comb her own hair, but she couldn't manage it after several attempts, so she had to give up.
When Qiuyue entered, she was first taken aback, then smiled and exclaimed, "Young Master, you really are dazzling my eyes every day. If you were a woman, what would other women have to do with you?"
Zhou Hanzhang was extremely familiar with these words, as if he heard them all the time.
She chimed in, "My father and mother are still the best looking people."
"That's true. In this world, I have never seen anyone who is better looking than the master and mistress."
As Qiuyue combed her hair into a bun, she spoke.
After combing her hair, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror and saw that she was indeed a handsome and elegant young man. In addition to her stunning looks, her temperament was unforgettable, and her androgynous mystery was even more captivating.
She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
Although she transmigrated here and became a fake young master, at least heaven didn't treat her unfairly, giving her a good figure and a handsome face.
Although it's of no use to her now, she still has to try her best to cover it up.
But it doesn't matter. Zhou Hanzhang has always been optimistic. As the old saying goes, there's always a way out.