Of course they wouldn’t recognize her; Xu Ping’an had made several preparations from the very beginning.
Whether it was the silver ball on Pei Qingxuan’s wrist, the dab of powder on her philtrum, or the folding fan currently in his hand—these were all methods he had prepared.
Take the silver ball, for instance.
It was made from a special kind of pill that would affect or blur the perception of those around the wearer.
Even familiar acquaintances, upon seeing someone wearing this silver ball, couldn’t recognize them just by sight unless they made direct physical contact.
Then there was the powder applied to the philtrum.
This was a voice-altering powder, though the person whose voice was altered wouldn’t notice it themselves.
Because the voice they heard was transmitted to their eardrum internally, Pei Qingxuan actually had no idea that her voice had been subtly adjusted by Xu Ping’an.
However, this powder didn’t last long, only about an hour.
It was just a temporary safeguard.
Finally, there was the folding fan.
This fan also had a powder on it.
Simply opening the fan and gently fanning it would cause everyone within a ten-meter radius to subconsciously focus their gaze on him, ignoring other details.
The three powders, combined, served several purposes: blurring people’s perception, altering Pei Qingxuan’s voice, and finally, with Xu Ping’an’s eye-catching fan in hand, they collectively made the observers completely overlook Pei Qingxuan’s appearance.
Strictly speaking, these three powders were all poisons, but since ancient times, in traditional Chinese medicine, medicine and poison have always been inseparable.
A top-tier physician would also inevitably be a top-tier poison master.
If he didn’t even have these tricks up his sleeve, how could he dare to live alone at the foot of this remote mountain? One must remember that this was no ordinary world; it was full of demons, ghosts, and monsters.
“Of course, it’s just a little trick from your husband. How about it? Pretty amazing, right?”
Xu Ping’an, rarely showing such childlike glee, bragged a little.
Pei Qingxuan, naturally, played her part perfectly, her pretty face filled with adoration.
Seeing this, Xu Ping’an unconsciously straightened his back!
“Husband is amazing~”
Hearing his little wife’s adoring voice, Xu Ping’an’s vanity was greatly satisfied.
“No need to ask! Let’s go! Watch how your amazing husband cooks dinner for you!”
“Okay!”
Arriving in the kitchen, he smoothly picked up the cleaver, losing himself in the maiden’s continuous praises of “Husband is amazing,” almost cutting his hand.
Fortunately, he managed to finish the meal without incident, and the young couple sat together, enjoying dinner.
After eating, Xu Ping’an’s worries began.
“Um… Qingxuan, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”
“What does my husband want to say?”
Sitting in the pharmacy, Xu Ping’an would read by candlelight every evening.
Of course, what he read were mostly novels about gods, ghosts, and strange tales.
After all, in the system’s world, he had been forced to study medicine for thousands of years and was completely burned out.
“Um… tonight, how about we sleep separately, okay?”
Xu Ping’an carefully observed Pei Qingxuan’s pretty face.
As expected, when he finished speaking, the young girl’s smile stiffened, and she looked at him with teary eyes.
“Is husband not wanting me anymore?”
“No, no, that’s not what I mean… It’s just, yes, you’re sick, and it’s not good for us to share a bed right now.”
“Husband doesn’t want me anymore?”
“No, don’t cry yet, listen to me…”
“Wah! Husband doesn’t want me anymore!!!”
This was the first time he felt the power of a woman’s tears.
When that tear-streaked face, resembling a pear blossom covered in rain, and those teary, big eyes looked at him, he truly couldn’t utter a single word of denial.
“Okay, okay, we’ll sleep together, we’ll sleep together, just stop crying, please, really stop crying. You’re making me regret being a person.”
Being stared at by those aggrieved, big eyes, Xu Ping’an even felt as if he were Xue Pinggui meeting Wang Baochuan, his heart filled with unbearable guilt.
“Really?”
“Really, of course it’s real. How could your husband not want you? You’re so cute, so beautiful, so understanding. Of course, your husband wouldn’t abandon you.”
The young girl slightly opened her hands, revealing her glistening large eyes, and looked at him with an expectant gaze, like a puppy that had been abandoned.
This look made Xu Ping’an’s heart go numb.
“I knew husband was the best~”
It seemed she sensed Xu Ping’an’s sincerity; her pretty face, which had been storming moments before, instantly cleared up.
The young girl opened her arms and pounced towards him like a young swallow returning to its nest!
Xu Ping’an was sitting in the chair with no room to dodge.
He could only brace himself, open his arms, and embrace the young girl.
Then he felt intense pressure and elasticity!
What a substantial presence… what a substantial person! His hand rested on the girl’s smooth back.
Smooth and tender like tofu, with a seven-point fragrance near his nose.
The moonlight outside the window was just right.
“Um… dear wife, it’s time to sleep.”
“Mm, I want husband to hold me~”
“Okay, okay, hold you, hold you.”
Looking down at the young girl in his arms, who had her arms open, looking ready to be “plucked,” Xu Ping’an took a deep breath, suppressing the few impure thoughts in his mind.
With one swift motion, he lifted the girl into his arms, carried her through the main hall, and into the east room, placing her on the bed.
“Alright, hurry and change your clothes.”
A pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind.
“No~ I want husband to change them for me~”
Xu Ping’an froze, feeling as if a devil was whispering in his heart.
[Go on, go on! Are you still a man? Are you going to be worse than a beast?]
“Okay, okay, don’t hug me anymore, I’ll change them for you, I’ll change them for you, alright?”
With nearly a lifetime’s worth of willpower, Xu Ping’an gritted his teeth and helped the young girl put on her pajamas, then turned around and changed into his own.
Then, Xu Ping’an stood by the bed, completely numb again.
He looked at the young girl on the bed, dressed in pajamas, arms open, seemingly just waiting for him to lie down so she could embrace him.
Jesus, Amen, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Amitabha, Mother Mary!
Which immortal deity has time to come and save this humble scholar?
This humble scholar… can’t hold on much longer!
This cooked duck was practically at his mouth, and he truly couldn’t resist the urge to open his mouth and eat it!
Xu Ping’an instantly recalled the thousands of years of torment in the system space and suppressed a three-point surge of lust.
Just then, a slender, five-fingered hand… suddenly pressed down on a certain “little head of destiny.”
“Husband, what do you have on you? It’s making me so uncomfortable.”
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