The West Lin County Mistress wore a peach-red chest wrap, pulled down low, revealing a deep cleavage. Below her delicate navel was a thin, translucent cicada-wing gauze, with red underwear clearly visible underneath.
She was indeed a stunning beauty. An ordinary man would have been completely captivated and begging for her favor! But the beautiful men beside Ye Hui remained unmoved, not even casting a glance.
Except for Moqi, the three men were of noble birth…
[Author’s note: This chapter doesn’t focus on the physical aspects. More will be written in the next chapter. No need to leave an email.]
The West Lin County Mistress led twenty to thirty attendants deep into the bamboo forest, her gaze falling on the group eating barbecue. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. What a handsome man! She had seen many beautiful men, but the one before her was definitely top-tier in appearance. She wondered about his background.
Li Weichen was scrutinized unabashedly, feeling as if he had swallowed a fly.
Ye Hui slowly stood up, with a perfectly timed smile on her face, reaching out to pull his sleeve, softly saying, “Don’t let irrelevant people affect your mood, my husband.”
“I understand,” Li Weichen said with a smile.
Ye Hui lazily smiled and addressed the uninvited guest, “This young lady keeps staring at my husband. Where are your basic manners?”
“It’s you!” The West Lin County Mistress’s eyes blazed with fire, the humiliation of her disabled right arm making her face turn red with uncontrollable rage. “Seize this bitch! I will personally skin her alive!”
Old Ten and Old Eleven stood in front of Ye Hui. Old Eleven sneered, “What nonsense county mistress? I’ve seen plenty of princesses and noble ladies in the imperial capital. What are you?”
The West Lin County Mistress’s expression changed, and she said sharply, “How dare you! Last time you disabled my arm, and I couldn’t catch you. Today, do you think you’ll survive?”
“Is that so?” Old Eleven smiled ambiguously. “Do you want to lose your other arm?”
