Tang Zhaoxue’s long lashes fluttered slightly.
Under Su Yingman’s half-smiling gaze, she finally gave a gentle nod.
Her chest rose and fell just a little, revealing her inner unrest, but she voiced no objection.
Su Yingman’s lips curled in satisfaction, a trace of smugness flickering through her charming, alluring eyes.
She bent gracefully, unfastening the delicate embroidered shoes from her feet, revealing a pair of fair, exquisite, jade-like feet.
Then, with a lazy grace, she sprawled sideways across Tang Zhaoxue’s bed, which was covered in soft brocade, propping her cheek with one hand, her inky black hair cascading like a waterfall over the pillow.
The soft nightgown outlined her alluring curves, and her full hips, accentuated by the side-lying pose, were nothing short of breathtaking.
Her entire being exuded an innate, captivating languor.
With Qin Qingyue absent, Su Yingman seemed ever more like her old self, radiating the aura of the former Hehuan Sect Master.
Jiang Huai watched as Su Yingman brazenly took control, his brows knitting together.
He stepped forward and gently poked her smooth cheek with a finger:
“Yingman, this isn’t right.”
“I don’t want to diminish Zhaoxue’s prestige in the Xuanxian Immortal Sect.”
Although Tang Zhaoxue was a Maidservant, Jiang Zhun had never treated her as such.
Now that she had returned to her own sect, she deserved the respect due her.
Hearing this, Su Yingman shot Jiang Zhun a glare, extending her slender finger to tap his forehead, a hint of playful reproach in her tone:
“What do you know? Now go outside. I have a few words to say to Sect Master Tang alone.”
“Why?” Jiang Huai was puzzled.
“What could you possibly need to say that I can’t hear?”
Why the secret talk?
Su Yingman raised an eyebrow, her allure deepening.
“Must you know everything, even private matters? Out with you, I’ll call you back in a moment.”
As she spoke, she gently pushed Jiang Huai’s arm.
“Relax, it’s just a little private matter.”
Pushed back by her, Jiang Zhun’s gaze flickered between Su Yingman and Tang Zhaoxue.
Seeing Su Yingman’s insistence and Tang Zhaoxue’s downcast silence, he could only sigh helplessly:
“Alright then.”
He turned to leave, but paused at the doorway, turning back to caution Su Yingman earnestly:
“Don’t bully her. Otherwise, I’ll be upset.”
He truly couldn’t grasp Su Yingman’s temperament at times.
Su Yingman merely waved him off, an enigmatic smile lingering on her lips.
When Jiang Huai’s footsteps faded outside and the door softly closed, only two peerless beauties remained in the room.
A subtle tension filled the air.
Tang Zhaoxue was uneasy, utterly unsure of what Su Yingman meant to say.
Su Yingman’s smile did not fade as she beckoned with a finger at Tang Zhaoxue, who stood by the bed.
Tang Zhaoxue hesitated for a moment, but obediently stepped closer.
Su Yingman gently lifted Tang Zhaoxue’s smooth chin, forcing her to raise her face.
Two equally beautiful, yet strikingly different faces drew near—close enough to feel each other’s breath.
“Zhaoxue, little sister.” Su Yingman spoke with a soft, alluring lilt, her eyes full of smiles.
“Now that Qin Qingyue is gone for a while, do you know who’s in charge of this household?”
Tang Zhaoxue felt uncomfortable under her gaze, her eyes instinctively wanting to avoid her.
“Look at me when you speak.” Su Yingman’s voice remained smiling, but now carried an irresistible force.
Tang Zhaoxue drew a deep breath and met her gaze anew, her voice low:
“You.”
“Good girl.” Su Yingman smiled in satisfaction, her fingertip lightly caressing Tang Zhaoxue’s jawline.
“Qin Qingyue used to tell me many things, you know. Of course, including matters about you.”
She deliberately drew out her words, every syllable hooking into the air:
“So many things.”
Tang Zhaoxue’s face flushed a fiery red in an instant, even her earlobes tinged with pink.
That line hinted at all her past submission to Qin Qingyue, her unspeakable inner weaknesses—Su Yingman might know it all.
A sense of being utterly exposed, with nowhere to hide, swept over her in shame.
“In fact, I know.”
Su Yingman leaned even closer, her lips nearly grazing Tang Zhaoxue’s ear, her warm breath brushing skin, her voice laced with that seductive quality unique to the Huanhuan Sect.
“I know exactly what you want, what you need.”
“People like you, I understand best.”
“Trust me. Alright? I can help you.”
“I…” Tang Zhaoxue’s heartbeat lost all order, her pretty face scarlet, the dignity of a Sect Master utterly gone—only confusion and panic at having her secrets exposed remained.
She bowed her head, her voice barely above a whisper:
“I… understand.”
But then, as if recalling something, she quickly added:
“But, if Qin Qingyue comes back, I’ll only listen to her.”
Clearly, in her heart, even though Su Yingman’s cultivation was higher, her awe and admiration for Qin Qingyue was much greater.
“I know, I know…” Su Yingman wasn’t the least bit displeased.
In fact, she smiled even more, as if she’d expected this answer.
Once again, she leaned close to Tang Zhaoxue’s ear, her voice even lighter, more ambiguous, as she whispered swiftly a few words.
Tang Zhaoxue’s eyes widened slightly, the blush spreading down her neck, her body trembling imperceptibly.
But she made no rebuttal, only pressed her lips together, her gaze flickering with complex emotion.
“What are you talking about?”
In no time at all, Jiang Zhun was called back by Su Yingman.
He pushed open the door and entered, finding Su Yingman still lying lazily on Tang Zhaoxue’s bed, and Tang Zhaoxue herself standing by, her expression once more composed—yet suspicion clouded his mind.
“Nothing,” Su Yingman replied lazily, stretching languidly, her curves on full display.
Her seductive gaze lingered on Jiang Huai.
“It’s all settled.”
Tang Zhaoxue said softly, “Tonight, you and Su Yingman will sleep here.”
Jiang Huai studied her expression carefully, unable to detect anything amiss.
Su Yingman reached out her delicate hand: “Come, help me heal my injuries. My chest still feels stuffy.”
Before she even finished speaking, Jiang Huai felt a gentle suction pulling him forward.
His feet stumbled and, unable to resist, he was drawn toward the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling onto Su Yingman.
Su Yingman gave a light laugh, catching his wrist and, with a slight tug, made him sit on the edge of the bed.
She adjusted her own posture, shifting from her side to lying on her back, gazing up at Jiang Huai.
Her alluring eyes shimmered with endless temptation and longing.
Jiang Huai steadied himself, cleared his mind, and slowly gathered pure Yin-Yang energy in his palm, shrouded in a hazy, chaotic glow.
He reached out, gently pressing his hand just above Su Yingman’s flat, soft belly—the site of her Dan Tian Qi Hai, where her injuries were concentrated.
Pure, gentle Yin-Yang Primordial Source energy, like a warm stream, passed through her thin nightgown, slowly flowing into Su Yingman’s body.
Su Yingman let out a soft sigh of comfort, closing her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, her face basking in contentment.
The hidden injuries within her began to heal at an accelerated rate.
As the Yin-Yang energy circulated within Su Yingman, an intangible warmth seemed to spread through the air.
Jiang Huai’s breathing gradually deepened, and the temperature of his palm on Su Yingman’s belly began to rise.
Su Yingman, at some point, had already opened her eyes.
Pools of spring water shimmered in her gaze as she wrapped her arms around Jiang Zhun’s neck, gently pulling him down, her breath fragrant:
“Give me the Chaos Dao Platform too, right here.”
“On her bed…”
Standing at the bedside, Tang Zhaoxue took in the scene, a sour ache welling up in her heart.
Being bullied, even the healing had to take place on her bed.
If word of this got out, how could she remain the Da Zongzhu of the Mystic Polaris Immortal Sect?
Watching the two growing ever more intimate, Su Yingman’s undisguised enjoyment and encouragement, and Jiang Huai’s self-restraint gradually giving way to temptation—the sight made Tang Zhaoxue’s heart race, her cheeks flushing even deeper than before.
A hard-to-name heat stirred in her lower abdomen, as if awakened by the sensuous scene before her eyes.
Unconsciously, she pressed her knees together, her fingers curling.
But regrettably, that place was parched, leaving her with an unfulfilled, restless heat as she watched the two draw ever closer.
Reclining on the bed, Su Yingman suddenly turned her head, peeking over Jiang Zhun’s shoulder at Tang Zhaoxue standing there.
Her gaze was seventy percent hazy, thirty percent provocative.
She parted her red lips, beckoning to Tang Zhaoxue with a crook of her finger.
Jiang Zhun was about to lean down when he suddenly felt a hesitant, gentle push at his waist.
He paused, startled, and turned his head.
Unbeknownst to him, Tang Zhaoxue had silently come to the edge of the bed.
Her pretty face was crimson as the dawn, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. Her eyes, misty with struggle and unfamiliar light, were fixed on him.
Tang Zhaoxue reached out a trembling hand, gently, almost tentatively, pressing against his lower back.
“Don’t tire yourself. I… I’ll help you push.”
Seeing this, Su Yingman seemed to cast off all restraint, laughing so hard she almost shook apart.