Quick Transmigration: Fate Trading System Chapter 54 - Mission Success (5)

Chapter 54 – Mission Success (5)

Su Xin shook her head and decided not to die. People who died once know how precious life is. And how pleasant it is just to be breathing.

This body can live to 40 more years giving Su Xin an ample 26 years of a lifetime.

Such a long time. How could she waste it in vain?

Su Xin diligently tidied up Qu Feiqing's bed.

The big bed which could accommodate a dozen of people was thoroughly unmade, caused primarily by their wild activity.

Right after she finished fixing it, she slowly made her way out of the room, rubbing her arms as cold started to creep in.

"Young lady." Shu Juan saw Su Xin coming back and welcomed her.

“Shu Juan, bring me a change of clothes. I'll take a bath, and then retire.”

“Um… So early? Won't the Young lady have lunch?"

It's was just almost time for lunch. It was only two hours since Shu Juan had last seen the Young lady.

“I'm a little tired.” Su Xin went to her bathing place, feeling exhausted after doing it. Whereas, Qu Feiqing was refreshed and was even able to attend to her duties in a clear state of mind.

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

Obviously, the body handed to Su Xin was brittle as a gla.s.s. It couldn't even avoid feeling fatigued after being laid. If she was her previous body, she would still be kicking at the moment since it was trained vigorously under severe conditions that were life threatening.

Su Xin was currently taking a bath, letting her spent muscles ease up in the warm water. Outside the screened compartment, Shu Juan dutifully picked up discarded items of clothing from the floor and placed it in a wash basin.

"Young lady.." Shu Juan sighed a little, holding in her hand the chest band1of which Su Xin took off.

She gently rubbed it with her fingertips and gingerly placed them under her nose to sniff.

Fl.u.s.tered, she felt like she's being too bold. Her desire for her master was becoming difficult to tame.

Her eyes darted at every corner, making sure that no one had seen her atrocious deed.

After seeing to see it that she was indeed alone, she dropped the underwear towards the basin and continued tucking in the remaining pieces of heavy clothing scattered on the floor.

A weed and a flower grew together. But how odd it was, that as time pa.s.sed by, the weed started to become attached to the blooming flower, intertwining its stems around it.  

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Qu Feiqing was currently fitting herself in her extravagant imperial robes, utterly frustrated. It has been almost an hour since she'd been mindlessly fumbling over the strings of her gown, yet she couldn't tie a string properly. Her mind was occupied by the thoughts of Su Xin.

She'd been up many nights thinking about her and Su Xin. Now, she had something really crucial in her mind and she wondered what Su Xin's reaction would be once she told her of this.  

People could throw the vilest of names to Qu Feiqing yet, they couldn't deny that that emperor was as responsible as she was ambitious.

Her striving country was one proof that she took responsibility to the gravest consideration. After she owned the dragon seat by her b.l.o.o.d.y methods, this sense of responsibility strengthened, influenced by her love for her deceased concubine mother and her hatred for her irresponsible emperor father from an early age.

Qu Feiqing naturally hated the customs that dictated the imperial palace, yet this was how things are. She couldn't change it even as emperor.

It was difficult to move her hand because she was alone in the throne, without anyone to watch her back or be at her side.

Among this bitterness, there were still some things that Qu Feiqing felt right about.

Being intimate with someone didn't make her shudder in disgust. Instead, her heart swelled out of the pleasurable feeling of being secured in another's arms. It makes one feel less lonely.

She was no longer alone.

This certainly is the best feeling there was, Qu Feiqing thought.

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