USWHC -Chapter 257 Open Selection for a Maid (Part 7)

“What does that have to do with men or women? Everyone has their own room and manages themselves!” Zhu Jie explained very seriously.

Huaihua’s mouth fell wide open. She kept exclaiming, “Oh my! That’s disgusting—doing it by yourself? With people watching?”

“There are proctors!” Seeing her strange expression, Zhu Jie couldn’t help asking, “What exactly are you thinking about?”

At that question, Huaihua’s face instantly flushed red. She muttered shyly, “But… what if someone isn’t married yet and doesn’t have a wife to teach him what to do?”

“If there’s no wife to teach, then the teacher teaches!” Zhu Jie started to feel puzzled. Why did Huaihua’s expression look stranger and stranger?

“The teacher even teaches that?!” Huaihua had already fallen completely into her own spiral of misunderstanding. “I used to admire teachers so much, but I never thought they’d all be so disgusting!”

“Disgusting?” Zhu Jie became even more confused. “How is it disgusting?”

“That kind of thing should only be done by husband and wife! But a man with another man—oh dear, just thinking about it makes me sick!” As she spoke, Huaihua’s voice grew softer and softer. Her face was bashful, red like a bright sun.

“Something only husband and wife can do?” Seeing how Huaihua wouldn’t lift her head and looked like she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it, Zhu Jie instantly understood. “You can’t be serious! Classmate Huaihua, your imagination is way too wild! I’m just teaching Ji Yi some Confucian knowledge—where did your mind wander off to?”

“Confucian knowledge? Isn’t it the ‘rites of the Duke of Zhou’?” Huaihua asked, still confused. “Do scholars call it something different from what we country folks say?”

With a smack, Zhu Jie tossed the Four Books and Five Classics from the bedside right in front of her and declared righteously, “We’re studying this, okay? Not doing the thing you’re imagining!”

“Ah?” Seeing the books, Huaihua quickly turned her eyes away shyly and whispered, “My mother said unmarried girls aren’t allowed to look at this.”

Not allowed to look at this? What did she think it was—an erotic spring palace painting? Wasn’t that ruining their reputations? Zhu Jie and Ji Yi were completely innocent, alright?

Half annoyed and half amused, Zhu Jie deliberately picked up one of the books and flipped through it in front of Huaihua. “Since that’s the case, you should take a look too. See what’s actually written in it!”

The moment Huaihua heard this, she reacted as if she were about to be tainted by something filthy, shaking her head frantically. “No, no! I don’t want to look!”

Unfortunately, Zhu Jie didn’t give her any chance to escape. She lightly pinched Huaihua’s chin and forced her to look directly into the book.

Huh? The characters in that kind of book looked like tadpoles? Curvy and twisting, just like the characters in the almanac?

Seeing Huaihua studying the words on the page very seriously, Zhu Jie burst into laughter. “This is Mencius, okay? Not some erotic spring palace pictures!”

“Ah?” Only then did Huaihua raise her head. Though she couldn’t read, she had heard the name often enough to know who Mencius was. She exclaimed in shock, “So you two weren’t doing that?”

“Nope. We were just studying,” Zhu Jie said plainly.

“You study every day?” Huaihua asked in even greater surprise. Could studying really give someone panda eyes?

Zhu Jie sighed. “There’s barely enough time for studying as it is. What else would we have time for?”

That tone even sounded a little regretful! But the next moment, Huaihua suddenly screamed.

“Ah! The Three Treasure Soup! Th-this will cause internal heat if you drink it!”

“Internal heat?” Zhu Jie had no idea what she had been drinking. Meanwhile, Huaihua, blushing furiously, grabbed the soup bowl and ran off. The way she fled made it seem as if Zhu Jie might suddenly transform into a werewolf and devour her.

“Hey! What exactly did you make me drink?” Zhu Jie shouted.

But Huaihua had already slipped away like oil on the soles of her feet.

The room became quiet—too quiet. Yet Zhu Jie herself couldn’t calm down. Why did her stomach feel warm? Could it be from that bowl of soup?

Three Treasure Soup? What even was that? She had never heard of it before.

The moon was hazy, the birds were hazy—someone couldn’t fall asleep tonight.

Zhu Jie tossed and turned in bed, completely unable to sleep. She only felt her whole body burning hot. What was going on?

In another room, Ji Yi was also rolling around on his bed.

What was happening? Could it really be “supplementing form with form”? Why did it feel like his pillar reaching the heavens had grown bigger?

In the small courtyard, there was yet another person who couldn’t sleep.

Who was it?

It was classmate Huaihua. She was sighing with regret again and again.

That had been two extra-strength bowls of Three Treasure Soup! She had specially gone to the pharmacy to buy some powerful tonics, didn’t she?

Now… now… was something huge about to happen?