A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong asked, "Would you like some more? I'd like another jar."

Nanxing said, "Just say what your purpose is. Why torture yourself in front of me?"

"Who said I'm torturing myself?" Seeing that he wasn't falling for her trick, Wutong had to change tactics. She walked to the soft couch, leaned against it gently, and casually touched her collar with her fingers, saying softly, "I like the feeling of being drunk."

Her eyes were alluring, and her neckline opened slightly with her movements, revealing a patch of delicate, snow-white skin that blatantly seduced him.

Nanxing's Adam's apple bobbed as he walked to her side.

Wutong smiled gently, grasped his wrist, and used the skill she learned from Furong Street to lick the back of his hand.

Soft, moist, and warm.

He looked down at her and saw that she was as docile as a cat, making him want to hug and pet her.

Nanxing reached out his hand, and Wutong got up to greet him, but he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down onto the soft couch.

Did the other party see through her purpose? She was slightly startled, but still smiled.

"what are you doing?"

"I won't sleep with you," Nanxing said coldly.

"what?"

“I’ve thought this through since you left. If we had a relationship, how would we be any different from any other man or woman in the world? Just as disgusting.” Nanxing frowned slightly and said resolutely, “The feelings between us are the purest and most innocent. I will cherish this feeling and will never touch you.”

Wutong didn't know why he changed his mind, but if he didn't have any evil intentions, wouldn't she have no chance at all?

She placed her left hand on his now broad shoulder, touched his face, and whispered, "What if I wanted to?"

Nanxing pushed her hand away, took two steps back, and stood still, saying, "You don't need to use this method to seduce me. I won't fall for it."

Wutong gave up completely, scoffed, and walked past him, intending to return to the table.

Without warning, the other person grabbed her arm, preventing her from taking another step forward.

Wutong turned around and asked bluntly, "What do you want to do?"

Nanxing's gaze swept over her from head to toe, making her shift uncomfortably as he said:

"Even if you can't sleep, you can still look... Take off your clothes."

Wutong was stunned, as if listening to a heavenly book, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

"What crazy nonsense are you talking about?"

Nanxing couldn't understand the resistance in her words. Her fingers moved from her arm to her shoulder, and finally stopped on her collar.

"I'll make you... strip naked and show it to me."

Wutong raised her hand and slapped him without thinking.

The other person quickly grabbed her hand and shoved her back onto the soft couch.

Wutong's face was full of anger. "Do you know that if I had been born a few years earlier, I could have been your mother?"

Nanxing shrugged indifferently.

"So what? I'm an orphan, so why can't I get closer to my mother when I grow up? Besides, you were the one who seduced me just now, and now you're the one saying no. Isn't this 'playing hard to get' a bit too much?"

The thought of his request made Wutong feel so disgusted she almost vomited. She grabbed the memorial on the table and threw it at him.

Nanxing effortlessly brushed aside the obstacles, walked over, and said:

"Since you won't do it, I'll do it myself."

He held Wutong's hand firmly and was about to undress her when suddenly a guard rushed in, shouting that Lu Yisheng wanted to see him.

Nanxing released Wutong, kicked him in frustration, and ordered him to take Wutong to the inner hall so he could meet Lu Yisheng.

He had personally snatched the wutong tree from Lu Yisheng, who hadn't shown his face since that day, presumably plotting something. His arrival today must mean he had something to ask for.

Wutong was taken away, Nanxing sat behind a low table, and Lu Yisheng was summoned into the main hall.

He was wearing a light blue robe, loosely tied with a cloth belt, and his face seemed to have a few more wrinkles.

If you ignore his overly shrewd eyes, he looks no different from any other old man in the world, except perhaps for his more upright posture. No one would guess that he is a powerful minister who manipulates authority.

Nanxing once thought that those ministers fought for power simply for status and money. But after meeting Lu Yisheng, she realized that some people have an innate yearning for power, and they would be willing to live in a thatched hut and eat cornbread.

He wiped the wine stains off his face with a handkerchief and asked casually, "What do you want?"

Lu Yisheng stood at the bottom of the steps, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "I have come to implore Your Majesty to hand over the parasol tree."

"If you're not going to pay, get out."

Nanxing had no interest in beating around the bush and told him to leave after she finished speaking.

Lu Yisheng dismissed the guards and continued, "I'm taking her away not just because of your relationship. You don't know this, but years ago I found someone in the Central Plains who looks like Wutong and have been secretly training her. Now I'm finally sending her to the Southern Frontier to become our undercover agent."

He paused, then said, "If Wutong were still alive, our undercover work might be exposed, and our advantage would be gone."

Nanxing said, "No wonder you always asked me about the parasol tree back then."

Lu Yisheng cupped his hands and said, "So please hand over the Wutong tree so that I can get rid of this scourge as soon as possible."

Nanxing sneered.

"It's your business if you train undercover agents, what does it have to do with me? Get out."

Seeing that he was unyielding, Lu Yisheng asked with a livid face:

"Can a mere woman compare to the world? By using this spy, we can take over the Southern Frontier in one fell swoop. At that time, the entire world will be the territory of the Western Dynasty. Isn't that much better than Wutong?"

Nanxing rubbed his ears, too lazy to listen to him, and had someone take him out.

Before leaving, Lu Yisheng stared intently at him, his eyes filled with something.

After seeing him off, Nanxing got up and went to the inner hall to find Wutong to continue what they had been doing.

She was nowhere to be seen in the inner palace; only a guard stood there all alone.

Upon seeing Nanxing approach, he immediately stood up straight.

"Where is the sycamore?"

"Miss Wutong said she drank too much wine and had a stomachache, so she asked a palace maid to take her to the toilet."

Nanxing squinted and thought for a moment, then ordered, "Take some men to the rockery in the garden and bring her back."

"Huh?" The guard was completely bewildered.

"Go quickly."

Who dares to disobey the emperor's decrees?

Half an incense stick later, Wutong was bound hand and foot and pushed in front of Nanxing.

How did you know I would be there?

She barely managed to escape the palace maids' sight and flee to the garden. The fact that they caught her so precisely made her feel humiliated, as if she were being manipulated.

Nan Xing smiled, toying with a dagger in his hand. He approached her, cut the ropes binding her, and pressed his palm against her cheek.

"You know I won't kill you, so you've run away without a care. But I have to tell you, if you run away again, I still won't kill you, but your sisters will be in trouble."

Sisters...mountain?

Wutong stared wide-eyed and asked, "What did you do to her?"

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