Após a fuga secreta da priminha, o general insano a persegue implacavelmente

“Damn you, you scoundrel! Here, in such a bright place—do you want to shame me to death? Hurry up and go!”
“Don’t say that. Didn’t you always complain that it wasn’t satisfying? I’ve been studying some new moves from the illustrated manuals these past days. I swear you’ll want more after we’re done.”
Xiao Ming tossed and turned, unable to sleep, seeking solace alone in the waterside pavilion. Yet, unexpectedly, she encountered others. She recognized their voices—it was Zhao Sheng, the head guard from the front courtyard, and his wife.
After enduring countless hardships, she, a solitary girl, had finally found shelter in the Ling household. The servants called her “Miss Cousin”—an ambiguous title, lacking proper recognition, but at least she’d settled in.
Now, she couldn’t risk being caught wandering at night by the gossipy women of the household, lest they gift Old Madam Ling new rumors: “Restless and always seducing people.”
In a flash of thought, she blew out her lamp. Darkness swallowed the pavilion.
Bending low, tiptoeing, she silently slipped to the bank. With her slender frame, she curled beneath the dense shrubs, her presence completely concealed.
“You scoundrel, look at where we are!” Zhao Sheng’s wife laughed, spitting out her words.
“We’ve been busy preparing the eldest young master’s coming-of-age ceremony these days. It’s been so long since we’ve had fun. Let your man enjoy himself.”
Xiao Ming listened intently, initially unconcerned, but their words grew ever more lewd. Suddenly she realized what they were about t