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Join the ServerSong Qinghuan lightly brandished her fist. “It seems I must shatter the constraints my father placed upon me. When necessary, I will unwaveringly strike down foes! Hmph, hmph. If anyone wishes to experience the inner martial arts of the White-Browed Daoist Nun, they are welcome to try! If one comes, I’ll pummel her. If ten come, I’ll pummel all ten.”
As she spoke, a fierce aura emanated from the young girl, starkly at odds with her alluring appearance, yet harmoniously intertwined.
Lin Shishi gazed at the beautiful girl before her, her face alight with adoration, her heart hammering in her chest.
“So, Master, what shall we do now?” the petite Lin Shishi murmured, her voice still carrying a faint, breathless quality, lingering from the kiss.
Song Qinghuan smiled, the fierce aura instantly receding as she reverted to her usual nonchalant demeanor. “Let’s clear our heads and settle your nerves.”
With that, Song Qinghuan naturally took Lin Shishi’s hand.
Lin Shishi hummed softly, nodding her head.
Just then, they spotted a shimmering expanse of water ahead.
“That must be Minggong Lake! We’re already near the Imperial Palace,” Lin Shishi exclaimed joyfully, her eyes sparkling.
“That’s right, that’s Minggong Lake,” a crisp voice suddenly chimed in from beside them.
A girl, appearing to be around twenty years old, smiled at Lin Shishi. “Wow, you’re really adorable! Like a little pet!”
The girl’s gaze lingered on Lin Shishi’s twin pigtails and round eyes, then swept over her slender waist and straight, delicate legs.
Lin Shishi nearly blushed again.
However, recalling her Master’s recent ‘marking’ and command, the young girl forced herself not to blush so easily. She merely pursed her lips slightly.
Seeing her little pet behave so properly, Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but smile, winking at her.
Minggong Lake was part of the Daming Palace complex, situated on the outskirts of the imperial gardens and open to the public as a scenic area.
At this moment, tourists thronged the shores of Minggong Lake. The lake was vast and clear, reflecting the distant palace eaves and the nearby weeping willows.
Along the shore were numerous small stalls run by tour operators, renting out pedal boats and small wooden boats of various colors.
Many boats were already drifting on the lake, mostly carrying pairs of young girls, their joyful laughter carried on the wind.
Lin Shishi was immediately captivated. She tugged at Song Qinghuan’s hand, whispering, “Master, I want to go boating too.”
Song Qinghuan followed her gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Very well, let’s go boating then. I’ll indulge your little wish.”
Lin Shishi clapped her small hands delightedly.
Song Qinghuan walked to a stall and paid. The vendor, a middle-aged woman, smiled as she handed them a key to a small wooden boat, her gaze lingering for a few extra seconds on the two exceptionally beautiful girls.
The two girls boarded the small boat.
The boat was not large, just enough for two people to sit facing each other. Its hull was painted sky blue, and the canopy was semi-enclosed, with roll-up bamboo blinds on either side. At present, these were lowered, making it difficult to see inside the boat from the outside, yet from within, one could glimpse the lake scenery through the gaps in the bamboo blinds.
Song Qinghuan had Lin Shishi sit inside first, while she took the outer position and picked up the wooden oar.
Lin Shishi sat obediently, her hands resting on her clasped knees, her skirt fanned out to reveal her fair, slender calves below the knee and the edge of her white short socks. Her small leather shoes gently tapped the bottom of the boat, making a faint sound.
Song Qinghuan rowed with practiced ease, and the small boat steadily pulled away from the shore, gliding towards the center of the lake.
The lake water gently lapped against the hull, creating a pleasant sound.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the bamboo blinds, casting dappled light and shadow inside the boat, dancing over the two girls.
After rowing for a while, the number of boats in the center of the lake thinned out.
Song Qinghuan held the oar, pondering the inner cultivation techniques the White-Browed Daoist Nun had taught her.
As she pondered, Zheng Wenxiu’s image suddenly appeared in Song Qinghuan’s mind. She frowned slightly, and with a sudden surge of inner energy, *snap!* she inadvertently crushed the oar.
Her hand strength was truly immense; she was indeed worthy of one who practiced inner cultivation. The oar was actually crushed into four or five pieces.
“Ouch…” Song Qinghuan mumbled. “What the hell…”
Lin Shishi jumped in surprise. “What’s wrong, Sister Qinghuan?”
“It’s over. Without an oar, we can’t go back,” Song Qinghuan said, spreading her hands.
“W-w-what do we do?” Lin Shishi immediately grew anxious.
Song Qinghuan turned her head, her gaze burning as she looked at Lin Shishi, who sat perfectly upright opposite her.
Lin Shishi felt a flutter of panic under her stare.
“Master… you’re not going to use me as an oar, are you?”
*Pfft!* Song Qinghuan burst out laughing. “Use you as an oar—where did you get such a wild idea? Is that even logical?”
Song Qinghuan imagined holding the little beauty and using her delicate feet to paddle the boat… Or perhaps, using her long hair to paddle… It was too comical.
However, Song Qinghuan’s gaze soon fell upon Lin Shishi’s skirt.
“Y-y-y… Master, you don’t want my underwea… to tie the oar back together, do you? You’ve crushed it into so many pieces, my underwea… won’t be enough,” the petite Lin Shishi whimpered.
Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but laugh.
The little darling was truly adorable. And at the same time, incredibly suggestive.
Using underwea… to tie an oar… Where did such an idea come from? That was even less logical!
However… Song Qinghuan’s gaze suddenly fell upon the girl’s beautiful feet.
“Little pet, give me your shoes.”
Lin Shishi’s eyes instantly widened, her cheeks flushing visibly. “W-w-why?” She instinctively pressed her legs together, her hands awkwardly clutching her skirt.
“To paddle, silly! *Pfft*—it’s just your shoes and socks. Why are you grabbing your skirt? It’s not like I want your underwea…”
Song Qinghuan leaned back comfortably against the stern, one leg bent, an arm resting on her knee.
Seeing Lin Shishi muttering quietly again, Song Qinghuan immediately smiled wickedly. “Don’t make me lose my temper, okay?”
She drew out her words, a dangerous note in her tone. “I’ll count to three, two, one. You must give them to me.”
Lin Shishi let out a soft whimper, her eyes watery as she looked at Song Qinghuan. Seeing no sign of compromise from the other party, she resignedly slipped off her small leather shoes.
As her shoes left her feet, she felt a chill and an indescribable sense of modesty.
Throughout the entire process, Lin Shishi was too shy to lift her head, her gaze fixed firmly on the boat floor.
“Hey… they’re just shoes. Why are you acting like I took something else?” Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Hmph! Bad Master, always bullying me! You have shoes too!” Lin Shishi mumbled, fiddling with her fingers.
Song Qinghuan rolled her eyes. “Because I’m working, and you’re enjoying yourself. As the one enjoying, you naturally have to contribute something. Or do you want to row?”
“Hmph… If I have to, I will,” Lin Shishi grumbled. The young girl, sitting inside the boat, immediately tried to paddle with her small shoes.
But the little girl’s arms were too short, and her shoes were small. She paddled tremblingly twice, nearly falling in.
“W-w-w… Master, I can’t do it anymore,” the girl moaned.
Song Qinghuan was speechless. “If you can’t, you can’t. Why do you have to moan like that… making others think…”
Indeed… just then, all the surrounding girls couldn’t help but look their way. Many began to whisper amongst themselves.
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