Dream of the Red Chamber: I can see the hidden labels of the beauties.

Just as Jia Rong was about to close his eyes to rest, Pei Feng and Xie Yuan burst in, sobbing.

Pei Feng entered first, covering half her face with a handkerchief, her eyes red-rimmed, and she sobbed:

"Rong-ge'er, you must stand up for us..."

Xie Yuan followed behind, also looking pitiful and distressed, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Yes, the master has just left, and the manor can't even tolerate us anymore. Otherwise, we would have gone with the master too, so we wouldn't have to suffer here."

Jia Rong had long harbored secret affairs with the two women, secretly meeting them behind Jia Zhen's back. Now that Jia Zhen was dead, he still had some lingering feelings for these two concubines.

Seeing the two of them like this, he quickly sat up and asked with concern:

"What's wrong with you all? What happened? Who upset you?"

As he spoke, he ushered the two of them closer.

The two of them simply covered their faces and wept, without rushing to respond. Their shoulders trembled as they cried heartbrokenly.

Jia Rong glanced at them and saw that they looked aggrieved. Although their eyes were red, there were no tears. Their crying also carried a hint of deliberate coquetry. It didn't seem like they had really suffered any great injustice. Instead, it seemed like they were trying to get his pampering.

He immediately understood, and without pressing further questions, he quickly waved his hand and said to the maids standing around him:

"You all get out of here. Stay away from me. Don't come near me without my permission."

The maids all knew Jia Rong's temperament and dared not ask any questions. They respectfully responded, filed out, closed the door tightly, and retreated to the courtyard gate, not daring to eavesdrop.

As soon as the door closed, Pei Feng and Xie Yuan stopped crying and rushed into Jia Rong's arms, one on each side, nestled against him, and continued to pour out their grievances.

The two of them took turns talking, embellishing the rumors circulating in the mansion yesterday, saying that the whole mansion was now saying that Jia Can wanted to take them into his household.

It also describes how Jia Can reprimanded and humiliated the young ladies in front of Madam Zhu and the other girls, portraying Jia Can as a bully who abuses his power and becomes arrogant when he gets ahead.

Jia Rong put his arms around both of them, one in each arm, and sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed). After listening to what they had to say, he frowned slightly and said with considerable surprise and doubt:

"No way, Uncle Can actually wants to take you two into his household? Has he lost his mind, or is he insane? How could a nobody like him, a son of a concubine, have such audacity?"

As he spoke, he scrutinized the two women, trying to discern whether they were lying to him.

Pei Feng feigned grievance, gently wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, though there were actually no tears. She choked out, "..."

"How could this be false? Everyone's talking about it. They say it was something the mistress arranged for the maids and servants who served him to overhear, and that he said it himself. How could they possibly wrong him?"

The mandarin ducks echoed in agreement:

"I don't know what Madam was thinking, but she suddenly arranged several maids and servants for him. I heard that she also gave him his monthly salary in advance, which was much more than usual."

"He's just a son of a concubine, what makes him worthy of such preferential treatment? Now that he's gained a little power, he doesn't respect us anymore. Rong-ge'er, if you don't stand up for us, we really won't be able to live."

After saying that, she leaned her head on Jia Rong's shoulder, looking weak, helpless, and extremely aggrieved.

With one arm around Pei Feng and the other around Xie Yuan, Jia Rong felt the fragrance of their perfumes lingering in his nostrils and the softness of their bodies against his palms, and a flame began to rise in his heart.

After listening to what the two said, he snorted coldly:

"Hmph! I think he's really getting too big for his britches. The madam has only been a little nicer to him, and he's already acting so arrogantly. If we give him any more leeway, wouldn't he be climbing on the roof and tearing the tiles off the house?"

"Don't worry, just watch how I teach him a lesson and get revenge for you!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Feng and Xie Yuan immediately smiled, the faint trace of sorrow on their faces vanishing completely. The two women flanked Jia Rong closely, flattering him in sweet, coquettish voices, their expressions full of ingratiation and fawning.

"Rong-ge'er, that's more like it! Now that Master is gone, you're the new master of the mansion. Anyone who dares to disobey you is courting death!"

"Exactly! He's nothing but a stinking rat in the gutter, how dare he call himself 'master'? He wants to take us into his household? He's dreaming! May he suffer a terrible death!"

"We all belong to Rong-ge'er!"

Jia Rong felt completely relaxed, a smile appeared on his lips, and his hands began to wander, slowly roaming over the two of them.

He already had affairs with Pei Feng and Xie Yuan, and their secret meetings were not uncommon. Now that Jia Zhen was dead, and the two of them were offering themselves to him, how could he possibly resist?

Pei Feng and Xie Yuan were also happy to see this happen. The two of them were thinking about how to win Jia Rong's favor so that they could secure a stable future for themselves.

However, the two still had some concerns and knew they couldn't give in to his wishes too easily; they needed to get his promise first.

So the two of them, while feigning reluctance and coquettishly pushing away Jia Rong's hand, leaned against him in a half-hearted manner and said:

"Master Rong...you must promise that you won't let us down from now on, otherwise..."

As they spoke, their eyes darted around, looking at Jia Rong with a mixture of shyness and timidity, a mixture of probing and seduction.

At this moment, Jia Rong's lust was aroused, and his whole body was burning with desire. He didn't care about thinking anymore and immediately patted his chest and agreed:

"Of course, I will absolutely not neglect you. What the master gave you before, I can give you back in the same way, and even more!"

Pei Feng and Xie Yuan were overjoyed to see Jia Rong make such a promise, but they still maintained a somewhat shy demeanor and no longer refused, complying with Jia Rong's wishes.

Jia Rong was extremely lustful. He would be unable to resist any maid or wife who was even slightly attractive. Now that the two women were willing to serve him together, he accepted them all without hesitation, feeling that this was a stroke of good fortune that had fallen from the sky and he might as well enjoy it.

He didn't even realize that his intense drowsiness had vanished without a trace; he only felt unusually energetic, as if he wouldn't be afraid of two or three more.

However, human energy is ultimately limited.

Since yesterday morning, Jia Rong has not slept a wink. He was exhausted last night, and now he and Pei Feng are indulging in unrestrained lovemaking. Even an iron body can't withstand it.

Jia Rong's face gradually turned flushed, his breathing became more and more rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The risk of sudden death was already very high.

Moreover, someone had already put drugs in his tea, which could subtly stimulate his blood and qi, increasing the burden on his heart.

Pei Feng and Xie Yuan were unaware that something was wrong with Jia Rong. They were only focused on pleasing him, and whenever he made demands, they readily agreed without hesitation.

On the contrary, he felt that Jia Rong was indeed a young man with abundant energy, far superior to Jia Zhen, and even felt secretly pleased and satisfied.

All three were immersed in pleasure, none of them thinking of restraint, and completely unaware that a crisis was quietly approaching.