Su Wanxing curled up in the corner of the storage partition. Just as she adjusted her breathing, she heard footsteps outside in the corridor: two maids carrying basins, accompanied by low whispers, stopping under the plum tree not far from her hiding spot.
“You think this new girl will last a few days?” the maid in green lowered her voice, a hint of fear in her tone.
The maid in blue sighed softly, her voice even quieter: “Who knows? Our master has already married twenty-three concubines. This is the twenty-fourth. Just the other day, Miss Zhao couldn’t endure the humiliation and hanged herself in the woodshed. I even helped carry the corpse—terrible, truly.”
“Exactly!” the maid in green glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then continued. “Master is nearly fifty, yet more violent and brutal by the day. If things don’t go his way, he beats and abuses his concubines. Which of these girls were willing? Most were forcibly taken or bought. I heard a few years back, a concubine got pregnant, and the chief wife secretly gave her medicine to abort the child. She went mad and was thrown into the back mountain. Gone, never seen again.”
“The chief wife isn’t easy to provoke either, but master is obsessed with having a son, buying girls however he can,” the maid in blue set down her basin, rubbing her sore arms. “This one they bought this time is from the countryside. Supposedly she’s good for bearing children. Most likely, another poor soul with a hard fate.”
Every word of their conversation seeped into Su Wanxing’s ears. Her eyes instantly turned ice-cold. She had originally planned to investigate first and deal with Master Zhang slowly, but now she could no longer suppress her anger. Twenty-three concubines, some dead by suicide, some abused—this Zhang Mansion master was a heartless demon! Such a scumbag didn’t deserve to live!
Su Wanxing clenched her fists, her decision made: dealing with this Zhang Mansion master could not be delayed. She would make this monster pay the most painful price for his deeds.
At that moment, hurried footsteps came from the front yard, accompanied by the steward’s respectful voice: “Master, you’re up so early.”
“Where’s the girl we brought last night?” a hoarse male voice asked eagerly and lasciviously—it was Zhang Mansion’s master.
“Master, she has been locked in the woodshed in the back courtyard. She hasn’t woken up yet,” the steward replied quickly.
“Good! Good!” Zhang Mansion’s master laughed lecherously, “Bring her to my bedroom immediately! I want to see this girl who can bear children!”
“Yes, right away!” the steward replied, turning to head to the back courtyard.
Su Wanxing’s lips curled into a cold smile. Perfect timing—the fool Zhang Mansion master delivered her exactly where she wanted. A bold and cruel plan formed in her mind.
In the back courtyard woodshed, Li Cuihua huddled in a corner, cold and frightened, sobbing continuously. Suddenly, her vision blurred, and her body felt pulled by an invisible force—she instantly lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, in Zhang Mansion’s bedroom, Master Zhang sat on the bed, eagerly waiting for the “Su Wanxing” to be brought to him. He couldn’t wait to taste the newly purchased girl.
Su Wanxing, hiding in the storage partition, took out a bottle of pale blue liquid from her space—a highly potent aphrodisiac from the 23rd century. Colorless and odorless, its effects were extreme: contact with skin or inhalation could make a person lose rationality, fall into madness, and suffer irreversible damage to the male reproductive system.
She focused her mind, opened the bottle, and used spatial airflow control to quietly spread the substance’s scent throughout Zhang Mansion’s bedroom. The smell was imperceptible to ordinary people, but its effect was powerful.
Soon, the steward brought two guards and carried the unconscious Su Baozhu from the back courtyard woodshed to the bedroom door.
“Master, the girl has been brought,” the steward announced.
“Bring her in!” Zhang Mansion’s master eagerly commanded.
The steward and guards carried Su Baozhu to the bed and set her down, then discreetly backed out, closing the door behind them.
Zhang Mansion’s master rubbed his hands together, lecherous grin on his face, and approached the bed, examining the unconscious Su Baozhu. Though pale, her features were attractive, and her figure decent. He salivated and reached to undress her.
At that moment, Li Cuihua, hidden behind the screen and affected by the drug, began feeling dizzy and hot. She moaned and stepped out from behind the screen.
Hearing the noise, Zhang Mansion’s master turned abruptly and froze: “Who… who are you? How are you in my bedroom?”
Li Cuihua had lost rationality. Overcome with heat and delirium, her eyes glazed as she muttered: “Hot… so hot…”
Master Zhang also felt something wrong—his body heated, heartbeat accelerating. Despite Li Cuihua being an old woman, under the drug’s effect, he began having inappropriate thoughts. He didn’t realize this was the effect of the 23rd-century aphrodisiac, which not only induced madness but also distorted cognition.
Meanwhile, Su Baozhu on the bed slowly woke, sensing the drug’s effect. Opening her eyes, she saw Zhang Mansion’s master and Li Cuihua, screamed in terror: “Ah! Who are you? Where am I?”
But the drug quickly overtook her. She felt hot, dizzy, and her eyes went glassy, no longer able to focus on fear, only chanting: “Hot… so hot…”
Zhang Mansion’s master looked at the two women entranced by the drug—one his expected new concubine, the other an unexpected old woman—and lost all rationality. He laughed lecherously and crazily: “Perfect! Two are just right! Today, I’ll enjoy both!”
Hiding in the storage partition, Su Wanxing watched the bedroom in real time through her spatial interface. A cold smile crept onto her lips—she felt no mercy. This was exactly what they deserved.
Li Cuihua had been vicious and greedy, repeatedly trying to kill her and the siblings; Su Baozhu was selfish and malicious, willing to harm others for money; Master Zhang was lecherous and cruel, harming countless women. Together, they were a perfect match for disaster.
The bedroom descended into chaos. Both women had lost all rationality, their actions driven purely by instinct and the drug’s effects.
Su Wanxing knew the 23rd-century aphrodisiac was not only powerful but deadly in its aftereffects. For a man of Master Zhang’s age, experiencing such frenzy would utterly destroy his body, and his reproductive system would suffer irreversible damage—he would never have children again, possibly ending his lineage entirely.