Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Soon, the curtain was lifted, and "Mo Lan" walked out with her head down and unsteady steps, her voice weak: "Lu Zhong, I... let's go back."

"Yes, young lady! Watch your step!" Lu Zhong immediately stepped forward and steadily supported Yun Zai's arm, cleverly using her body to block Qian Pozi's probing gaze. The two hurried along, almost half-supporting and half-carrying each other, and quickly walked towards Linxi Pavilion.

The real Mo Lan had already put on the coarse cloth coat that Yun Zai had taken off. Ignoring the suffocating smell of the outhouse, she quickly untied her low bun that was close to her scalp and let her long black hair fall loose.

Immediately, she pulled out a large, dark gray, dusty coarse cloth from her bosom and quickly wrapped her head, face, and loose hair tightly, leaving only her eyes, which shone with tension, fear, and a burning madness.

She didn't even have time to think about whether Yunzai could cover it up after returning. She took a deep breath of the polluted air and forced herself to calm down.

She tried hard to recall the way the elderly, backless, and worn-out servants in the mansion walked—slightly hunched over, their steps somewhat dragging and heavy, carrying a sense of accumulated weariness and numb resignation.

She adjusted her breathing, deliberately hunched her back, and slowed her steps, mimicking that deep-seated exhaustion. With her head down, she quickly slipped out through the narrower and dirtier exit on the other side of the outhouse, which was used specifically for dumping waste!

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge. She dared not look back, dared not breathe, and wrapped her head tightly in a dark gray coarse cloth headscarf, completely immersing herself in this humble disguise.

With her deep-seated familiarity with the layout of the Sheng Mansion and her accurate prediction of the servants' activity patterns, she moved swiftly like a silent gray shadow, choosing the most secluded and deserted alleyways and along the base of walls.

Finally, she found the secluded corner gate in the back garden, which had been in disrepair for many years and was used only by laborers to transport filth. It was almost unguarded.

The rusty door hinges creaked open with a jarring sound, which sounded particularly alarming in the dead of night.

She nervously looked around to make sure no one was there before slipping away like a slippery eel, leaving the suffocating cage of the Sheng family mansion behind!
……

Behind Yuqing Temple, beside Lanyue Pavilion.

At three quarters past noon, a mountain breeze carrying the cool scent of grass and trees swept through the silent forest.

Mo Lan was already waiting in a secluded, dimly lit stone cave among the artificial hills behind the pavilion.

She shed her smelly coarse cloth disguise, revealing only a pure white, thin gauze undergarment. Beneath the light fabric, the outline of her pale yellow bodice was faintly visible, outlining the girl's youthful yet alluring curves.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely tied up with a simple silver hairpin, with a few unruly strands falling down her fair neck. A small, melancholic white velvet flower was tucked diagonally into her temple.

She deliberately went without makeup, her face appearing somewhat haggard and pale. In the dim light, this added to her pitiful and heartbreaking beauty.

This outfit was a carefully designed trap—she wanted to both recount her "innocent suffering" and, more importantly, to maximize the men's pity and hidden desires.

She knew full well the dangers of this journey, and understood that failure would lead to utter ruin. But her obsession with "seeking justice for her mother" and "taking control of her life," along with her desperate madness, entwined her heart like a poisonous vine, completely overwhelming all fear.

She intends to use this body to force her father!
He was forced to make the only "correct" choice between making the situation irreversible and causing the Sheng family to lose face!

The hurried, deliberately low footsteps approached from afar, carrying a hint of tension and barely suppressed excitement.

The vines were pushed aside, and Liang Han's figure emerged, dressed in brocade robes and jade belt, his face a mixture of tension, adventurous excitement, and impatient desire.

The cave was dark, and the exquisite figure of Mo Lan, barely visible beneath her plain gauze dress, the small white flower by her temple, and her eyes, which suddenly lifted, brimming with tears and glistening with moisture, instantly ignited all his pity and burning possessiveness.

"Brother Han!" Mo Lan cried out like a startled baby swallow, throwing herself into his arms with a heavy sob in her voice. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and her thin shoulders heaved as she let out suppressed, desperate, and heartbreaking sobs.

"Mo'er...Mo'er has really been driven to the brink of desperation!"

"My father hates me like an enemy, and my mother is imprisoned and on the verge of death... They... they are all trying to drive my mother and me to our doom!" Hot tears quickly soaked the brocade on his chest. "Only... only by entrusting myself to Brother Han... can I... use the power of the Earl's mansion to force my father to bow down... Brother Han, will you... will you have pity on Mo'er? Will you save Mo'er from this sea of ​​suffering?"

Her warm, soft body was enveloped in a gentle embrace, and her mournful, heart-wrenching words tickled my heart like the softest feathers. The air was filled with the unique fragrance of a young girl mixed with the slightly salty scent of tears.

Liang Han felt a surge of lust rush to his head, and all notions of etiquette, rules, and family decorum were thrown to the winds. He tightened his arms around her, feeling the soft, alluring curves beneath the thin veil, and his breathing became hot and heavy: "Mo'er! My darling! Don't be afraid! Don't cry!"

He lowered his head eagerly searching for her lips, one hand already uncontrollably reaching into her slightly open neckline, greedily caressing her smooth, delicate neck, moving downwards, impatiently trying to untie the cumbersome thin gauze tie.

"Don't worry! From today onwards, you belong to me, Liang Han!"

“I will definitely inform my mother and have you brought into the family in a grand ceremony with eight bearers carrying you! To be my dignified sixth young mistress! Uncle Sheng…”

His tone was dismissive and confident, carrying the arrogance typical of spoiled brats: "Hmph! By then, what's done is done, and the die is cast. For the sake of the Sheng family's reputation, they'll have no choice but to accept it!"

"We have no choice but to agree!"

Hot, alcohol-smelling lips pressed down roughly.

Mo Lan trembled slightly in his arms, half-resisting and half-yielding. The ties of her thin gauze inner garment had been impatiently torn open by him, revealing one of her smooth, rounded shoulders and half of her dazzlingly white breasts, exuding a deadly allure in the dark cave.

Liang Han's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his other hand impatiently tightened around her slender waist, as if he wanted to crush her into his own bones and blood.

Mo Lan's desperate madness was ignited, her heart pounding like a rapid drumbeat in her chest. Now, all she could do was "get things done" and burn her bridges!
……

Outside Linxi Pavilion, Minglan had already arranged for Xiaotao to keep a close watch from the shadows.

When Xiao Tao saw the figure of the "rough old woman" with her head and face covered disappear in the direction of the side gate, she suppressed her excitement and deliberately waited for about half an hour. When she estimated that the time was about right, she pretended to stroll around and wandered to the side of the old woman guarding the gate, Qian, and muttered casually, "Eh? Old woman Qian, why is it so quiet in Linxi Pavilion today?"

"Not even a sound?" Xiao Tao raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips towards the room in Linxi Pavilion, and said, "I remember, in the past, didn't Fourth Miss always torment us, either throwing things or yelling, making a complete mess? How come..."

"It's so quiet right now... it's kind of eerie, it's giving me the creeps."

These words were like a sharp needle, instantly piercing the unease that Granny Qian had been suppressing in her heart.

"Yes...yes?" Granny Qian craned her neck to look inside, her heart starting to pound. "What is the Fourth Miss doing? She's being far too quiet..."

She suddenly remembered the gossip among the old women she was on good terms with, saying that the young lady Lin in the woodshed had been screaming and acting crazy every day lately, trying to attract the master's attention.

"Could it be... that this little one has also learned from her despicable mother, harboring evil intentions and planning to cause some earth-shattering commotion?"

Upon thinking of this, Granny Qian immediately felt extremely uneasy!
At least Lin Qinshuang has someone who cares about her, but what is Granny Qian?
If the Fourth Sister really causes a big mess right under my nose, she'll be the first one to be skinned alive, dismembered, and thrown into a well!
"Oh my goodness! Little Peach, what you just said makes my heart pound like a drum!" Granny Qian slapped her thigh, her face turning pale. "My lord has repeatedly told me to keep a close eye on Fourth Miss! No, no, I have to go check on her! I hope nothing terrible happens!"

He hurriedly got up and tried to rush into the house.

Xiao Tao immediately chimed in, her tone carrying just the right amount of concern and reminder: "Mama Qian, you must be careful. Things are very tense in the manor these days. The old lady and the master are both watching closely. If we servants aren't careful and make a mistake, we'll definitely be severely punished and won't be able to get away with it."

After saying that, she quietly stepped aside and watched coldly.

Sure enough, a moment later, a distorted, pig-like scream erupted from inside the tightly closed door of Linxi Pavilion: "Ah—!!!"

What followed was a chaotic scene of tearing, crying, and pleas for mercy.

Granny Qian's face was ashen, and she dragged and pulled a girl named "Mo Lan," dressed in a moon-white dress and with her hair styled in a flying fairy bun, who was crying her eyes out and trembling like a leaf. Like dragging a dead dog, she stumbled and crawled wildly toward the direction of Wei Rui Xuan, where Madam Wang lived, leaving behind a trail of terrified cries.

...(End of chapter)