“Crazy? What’s crazy?”
Jiang Huai, whose body was still recovering in a deep sleep, immediately woke up, bleary-eyed as he turned his head. His limbs still felt a bit weak and sore.
When he saw Qin Qingyue pointing helplessly at Tang Zhaoxue, while Tang Zhaoxue was buried between them, making faint sounds, Jiang Huai fell silent.
He even rubbed his eyes, suspecting he’d been so thoroughly drained that he was hallucinating.
The power of the Yin-Yang Body was immense—surely it was enough to satisfy Qin Qingyue, wasn’t it?
Though the satisfaction still lingered on Qin Qingyue’s face, she truly felt nothing about what Tang Zhaoxue was doing.
It just felt like a hot towel covering her—warm, yet uncomfortable, and it was still drawing away her essence.
But as Jiang Huai’s consciousness grew sharper, realizing the scene before him was not a hallucination, he became utterly silent.
Steeling himself, Jiang Huai calmly turned to Qin Qingyue. “What’s going on?”
The scene before him clearly wasn’t Qin Qingyue suddenly gaining interest in women, or else he wouldn’t have woken up.
Since there was a cause, he decided to get to the bottom of it first.
Qin Qingyue had no choice but to recount everything in detail, from Tang Zhaoxue’s spying at the bedside, to her dipping her finger, then smearing it on Jiang Huai’s instep, and finally bending down to lick it all up.
Qin Qingyue spoke candidly, explaining herself for the sake of her own innocence.
She was afraid Jiang Huai would get angry, that a misunderstanding would fester.
But the more Tang Zhaoxue listened, the harder it became to lift her head…
When Jiang Huai finished listening, he fell into a brief silence again.
He more or less understood Tang Zhaoxue’s twisted and complicated mindset, and gave her a complicated look as she still crouched, not daring to look up.
At this moment, Tang Zhaoxue had stopped, but her posture—buried deep—made her feel even more ashamed, her whole body burning with embarrassment, not daring to face Jiang Huai’s gaze.
Under Jiang Huai’s stare, it felt even more shameful and unbearable than when Qin Qingyue had discovered her before.
Jiang Huai shifted closer to Qin Qingyue, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her.
He reached out, gently patting Tang Zhaoxue’s head.
“If you have such inclinations, just treat it as play in the bedroom—there’s no need to take it seriously.”
“I don’t think it’s a big deal. We’re all family here, letting off some steam is fine. No one will look down on you for this, so don’t cry.”
Having seen all sorts of peculiar fetishes from surfing the web before, Jiang Huai comforted the self-tormented woman before him with surprising tolerance.
Tang Zhaoxue sniffled, raising her tear-stained, lovely face, and shrank to the side.
“I… I’m fine now.”
But the moment her gaze met the couple’s caring and inquisitive eyes, the pressure felt overwhelming and her cheeks flushed red. Still, “I… I’ll just go back to sleep, then.”
Unable to withstand their gaze, Tang Zhaoxue decided to escape for a while.
“Stay here tonight.” Jiang Huai suddenly spoke up.
Qin Qingyue glanced at Jiang Huai in slight surprise, exchanged a look with him, and seemed to understand his intention, so she added,
“Then stay.”
Tang Zhaoxue pressed her lips together, struggled inwardly for a moment, and finally nodded gently, not refusing.
The Dragon Bed was spacious enough for three.
They lay down side by side, with Jiang Huai sandwiched in the middle.
He turned his head, gazing at Tang Zhaoxue’s gentle profile in the dim light, gently squeezed her slightly cold hand, and whispered,
“Don’t overthink it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of exhaustion swept over him, and he fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.
After exhausting his energy, the Yin-Yang Body always fell into such deep slumber to recover.
Qin Qingyue’s Dragon Tail moved unconsciously, growing wider, at first habitually just covering Jiang Huai.
But glancing at the curled-up Tang Zhaoxue on the other side, her massive Dragon Tail quietly grew even larger, gently wrapping Tang Zhaoxue in its warm embrace as well.
Feeling this unexpected warmth infused with the aura of the dragon clan, Tang Zhaoxue was, for reasons unknown, swept by a surge of indescribable emotion and peace.
She quietly inched closer to Jiang Huai’s side.
Frustrated. Very frustrated.
Ever since the Nine Heavens Palace was formally established, Zhu Siyao had been following her mother Zhuxin and Su Yingman, constantly busy with no time to rest.
Aside from daily cultivation, a mountain of sect affairs and interpersonal dealings were gradually piling onto her shoulders.
This was clearly Zhuxin’s intention—under the pretense of helping her build connections and establish authority, she was training Zhu Siyao to secure her place in the Nine Heavens Palace.
Zhu Siyao really did put in the effort. Both her cultivation and management skills were steadily improving, but whenever she saw her mother’s face—so similar to her own—she couldn’t help but recall that scene she’d glimpsed through the window slit that day: her mother completely lost in ecstasy, unable to control herself.
Such associations made her mind restless and unsteady.
Worst of all, after Su Yingman taught her to break her restraints, it opened a whole new door for her, and she’d developed cravings she shouldn’t have.
Zhu Siyao looked up at the three grand main halls floating above the Nine Heavens Palace—residences of Palace Master Qin Qingyue, Jiang Huai, and her mother Zhuxin.
Lofty and imposing, they were symbols of power and the center of everything.
A vague itch gnawed at Zhu Siyao’s heart—a yearning hard to put into words was growing.
She always felt her mother was deliberately “watching over” her, rarely lingering long in the Blazing Residence, spending most of her time dealing with affairs below.
This left Zhu Siyao without a proper excuse to approach, unable to easily set foot in those core areas.
“What are you daydreaming about?” A cold voice sounded within the room.
Zhu Siyao snapped back to her senses, startled, and saw her mother Zhuxin seated upright in the main seat, gently setting down her teacup, her gaze appraising.
On the surface, she was strict, but in truth, she was growing increasingly satisfied with her daughter.
Returning once with Jiang Huai from the small world had improved her greatly compared to her time at the Blazing Sun Sect.
“N-nothing, Mother.” Zhu Siyao hurriedly lowered her eyes, shaking her head, trying to banish the inappropriate thoughts.
Truthfully, no matter how much she grew or how deep her cultivation became, when alone with her mother, that underlying fear never faded.
She even suspected that even if her cultivation surpassed her mother’s one day, she still wouldn’t dare act out in front of her, always feeling controlled.
Zhuxin frowned slightly, about to say more.
“Roar!”
A piercing dragon roar suddenly echoed across the sky, accompanied by supreme Dragon Might, shaking the clouds into a frenzy.
A colossal black dragon slithered from the highest Longyin Hall, scales and claws gleaming, flying straight into the distant sky with incredible momentum.
Zhu Siyao’s mind raced, and she quickly stepped to the window to look, feigning surprise.
“Is Big Aunt going out?”
Zhuxin shot her a glance, her tone calm and even.
“Yes. She mentioned it before—most likely heading to the Red Dragon Clan.”
“This time, it’s to find a suitable red dragon for Jiang Huai, to help him balance yin and yang and break through in cultivation.” The Yin-Yang Body had reached the time for a breakthrough.
At these words, a trace of disappointment flashed in Zhu Siyao’s eyes, jealousy and envy welling up in her heart.
Adding another one? Why add another one again?!
“Do you know who it’ll be, Mother?” Zhu Siyao asked, pretending not to care.
Zhuxin glanced at Zhu Siyao, her tone steady.
“The Main Wife has been asking around for a long time, and in the end set her sights on the Saintess of the Red Dragon Clan—about your age, I suppose. Though, as for physique…”
The Red Dragon Clan’s physiques were always plump and mature, even at a young age.
Zhu Siyao’s heart suddenly tightened—a sense of crisis rising abruptly.
A woman about her own age?