"Thank you."
"I will start now."
"Looking forward to your soup." The Imperial Concubine picked up a piece of sushi and took a bite with her neat teeth.
"You eat like a squirrel." Fujiwara Reya teased her.
"Really?" The Imperial Concubine laughed as well.
She laughed happily, carefree, as if she truly was just nineteen years old.
The ceramic plate was filled with bamboo leaf-wrapped sushi, ford into triangles, with thin slices of ho-made crucian carp peeking through. The soup was mainly tofu chunks with a bit of mushroom, very fresh and sweet. Fearing they wouldn’t have enough, the lady also cooked a plate of beef.
The lights flickered, and looking at the Imperial Concubine’s fair cheeks, Fujiwara Reya thought that he must keep her a while longer.
He glanced at the ti, just past seven.
The Mountain God Festival Master banquet started at eight-thirty, a little over an hour left.
As the lady brought over the wine, Fujiwara Reya whispered a few words to her, after which she turned and left the house.
"What did you send her to do?" The Imperial Concubine slled the scent of conspiracy.
"I’m plotting against you!" Fujiwara Reya said happily.
"... Damn!" The Imperial Concubine blushed, turned her head, and covered her cheek with her hand to block his view.
What a perfect reaction!
Fujiwara Reya thought, the gesture to conceal her subtle embarrassnt was flawless, corresponding to her youthful heart and fleeting spark, making him even more eager to play the role of the bully young master next.
He took a sip of wine, coughing a few tis as if to control his emotions.
As if receiving Fujiwara Reya’s signal, the Imperial Concubine elegantly stood up, walked behind him to pat his back: "Young Master, take it slow."
"Keep pouring wine." Fujiwara Reya ordered.
"Yes." The Imperial Concubine replied softly.
She moved back to Fujiwara Reya’s front, slowly knelt, and gently picked up the wine cup with her pale fingers to pour wine for the young master.
In the swaying candlelight indoors, she shone softly like the most beautiful pearl in Shintoism.
"Where are you from?" Fujiwara Reya lightly patted her on the back.
"Oh~"
The Imperial Concubine let out a soft cry, her fingers trembling slightly.
"I am from Tokyo." Her already lowered brows and eyes appeared even more humble.
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t control himself and pulled her into his arms: "What a coincidence, I am also from Tokyo."
"Young Master, please let go of ." The Imperial Concubine’s small hands gently pressed against his chest, "I have a daughter to support at ho, forced by necessity into this line. But I only chat, drink, and dance, play the zither. I do not provide other services..."
"How can that be?" Fujiwara Reya’s hand slid into the kimono, kneading her thigh.
The Imperial Concubine seed unable to bear it, turned her face, and pleaded in a gentle tone: "If you keep this up, I will leave..."
"Then I won’t pay." Fujiwara Reya leaned in closer, inhaling the enchanting scent from her neck, "Ma’am, you don’t want your daughter to go hungry, right..."
"How can you do this!" The Imperial Concubine gasped slightly, her slender pale fingers pressing against his face, "I thought you were a kind and decent man, please don’t do this... I will be disappointed."
"Sorry, you’ve mistaken ." Fujiwara Reya revealed a cruel smile.
"Wuu~"
The Imperial Concubine looked woefully.
Driven by her own inclinations, her face was drained of color in fright, harmonizing with her intricately carved classical brows and eyes. The wavering noble sorrow within was like a fallen empress from ancient tis, her beauty so exquisite it was almost ruthless.
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