When he heard those words, a smile unconsciously appeared on Xu Ping’an’s face.
He turned back to look at the Zhennan King Li Huan, stepped back half a pace, and bowed respectfully.
“Son-in-law, greetings to my father-in-law.”
“Hmm~ Yu’er, I’m counting on you.”
“I won’t fail to live up to father-in-law’s words.”
“Good… I approve of you as my son-in-law.”
The conversation between men didn’t require complicated words; a few sentences were enough to conclude the exchange.
Xu Ping’an bid farewell, and Li Huan personally escorted him to the courtyard gate before turning back.
Returning to Li Yu’er’s small residence, Xu Ping’an recounted what had happened earlier and reminded her to meet at the East Warm Pavilion in the Palace tomorrow.
Then, he took a carriage and headed to the Hall of Ten Thousand Harmonies.
He chatted briefly with the old man, joked around a bit, then mentioned he would be leaving soon.
The old man was straightforward, scolding him a few times before pushing him out.
There was nothing more to say after that, and Xu Ping’an rode the carriage back to the East Warm Pavilion.
By then, the East Warm Pavilion had already become lively.
Today, Emperor Li Shuo was hosting a farewell banquet for Pei Qingxuan.
The banquet was naturally full of joy between host and guests. Pei Qingxuan also drank a few cups.
When the banquet ended and they returned, his wife was already somewhat tipsy.
Her eyes were moist, and when she looked at Xu Ping’an, her gaze almost seemed to draw out threads.
Seeing her like this, how was Xu Ping’an supposed to respond?
The moment the front door closed, he didn’t hesitate—he immediately lifted her in his arms. At his wife’s surprised exclamation, he strode toward the bedroom.
A night of passion, the spring breeze without restraint.
The next morning, Xu Ping’an opened his eyes and smiled at the beauty lying beside him.
“Wife, it’s time to get up.”
“Ugh… just a little more sleep~”
As expected, even with her memory restored, his obedient wife hadn’t changed.
Perhaps she was only like this when beside him?
“Get up now. If you don’t, I’m afraid you’ll be watched.”
“Watched?”
She poked half her head out from under the covers, clutching the blanket with both small hands, her slightly lazy eyes looking at Xu Ping’an.
“Do you want to see, husband?”
Whether he wanted to see or not wasn’t important.
What mattered was… three women were already waiting outside the door.
If they waited any longer, those women might come in and greet her directly.
“Qingxuan… do you want to open your divine sense and check outside?”
Xu Ping’an gave a meaningful glance toward the window.
Pei Qingxuan paused, a blush immediately spreading across her pretty face.
She hurriedly got up, dressed without bothering to act coquettish toward Xu Ping’an, tidied her clothes, used Immortal Art to arrange her long hair, then stood before the mirror.
After a few quick glances to make sure everything was fine, she approached the door.
Pushing it open, three girls came into view.
Li Yu’er, Li Zhi’er, and Xiao Jing’er.
After all, she was now the Mistress. Knowing it was impossible to restrain Xu Ping’an completely, she had to adopt the Mistress’s demeanor to maintain control.
However… among the three, Li Yu’er was very familiar with her.
Originally intending to be stern and assert her Mistress authority, she didn’t expect Li Yu’er to speak first:
“Long time no see, Sister. How have you been?”
Just the word “Sister” instantly deflated the momentum Pei Qingxuan had just gathered.
But she didn’t lose composure; instead, she quickly smiled.
“Little sister Yu’er, you’re too kind. I’ve always been well.”
Li Yu’er stepped forward warmly, holding Pei Qingxuan’s hand with a hint of respect and humility.
“Sister, you look much better than before. How is your injury healing?”
Pei Qingxuan had always been cold and aloof, rarely showing warmth to others. Having held the position of Flowing Cloud Sect Master for many years, she naturally developed an aura that kept people at a distance.
Though she was obedient and gentle only to Xu Ping’an, she was far less so to others.
With her noble status and strength as a sect leader, over time, she had forgotten how to socialize with peers.
Today, expecting another “incident” with Li Yu’er, she was instead surprised when Li Yu’er humbly lowered herself, which was almost an implicit acknowledgment of her status.
Moreover, with such genuine concern, Pei Qingxuan’s original reservations vanished instantly, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words and simply nodding.
“It’s alright. Husband has already treated my injury.”
“That makes me feel at ease. With a husband like yours, I doubt there’s any illness he can’t cure…Sometimes I wonder if he can even bring the dead back to life.”
Pei Qingxuan was startled but then nodded seriously in agreement.
“Husband certainly can.”
“Exactly, exactly! He is a celestial being; raising the dead or clearing bones is nothing. Maybe even the Yama King himself would have to be polite to him.”
At last, Li Zhi’er, who had been standing quietly in the corner without speaking, nodded vigorously.
Seeing these two suddenly talking about him, Xu Ping’an twitched at the corner of his mouth.
I’m saying… can you two talk about me behind my back? Also, Xiao Jing’er, don’t spout nonsense.
This world had legends and myths.
Although Xu Ping’an didn’t know what the underworld was like here, maybe there really was a Yama King.
If the Yama King overheard and came looking for him, what would he do?
When you’re bragging, could you at least not get me into trouble?
“Alright, it’s about time to leave. Wife, you’ll have to take us to the Flowing Cloud Sect. The rest of us are just mortals, no Immortal Arts to speak of.”
“Mm.”
Pei Qingxuan nodded without hesitation, reached into her sleeve, and pulled out a golden hairpin. She tossed it forward, and it immediately swelled in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed from an inch long into a golden boat-shaped hull ten zhang long and three zhang wide.
“What is this?!”
It was Xu Ping’an’s first time seeing his wife actually use Immortal Arts in front of him.
But this was clearly not her own Immortal Art, but some kind of treasure.
“This is the Heaven-Piercing Shuttle. It expands with the wind, its size adjustable. It can carry hundreds of people at once. It’s one of our Flowing Cloud Sect’s sect treasures.”
Though called a shuttle, it was actually a large boat with a top and bottom.
“Husband, please board the ship.”
“Alright.”
Xu Ping’an wasn’t intimidated and stepped onto the deck.
Though the board shimmered with golden light, it felt and sounded like wood beneath his feet.
Clearly, this “Heaven-Piercing Shuttle” was made of wood but crafted with special techniques to emit a golden glow.
Li Yu’er hurriedly stepped up with her bags, followed by Li Zhi’er, and finally Xiao Jing’er.
All four women boarded, and Pei Qingxuan moved to the bow.
Above her was a wooden pole, which she gently touched.
Instantly, the “Heaven-Piercing Shuttle” began moving forward, propelled by an invisible wind.
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