“Young Lord Jiang,” Chi Hong’s voice was close at hand, carrying a lingering charm unique to a mature woman.
Her curvaceous and ripe body leaned in a few inches closer, her warm breath nearly brushing against Jiang Huai’s face.
“Please, open your eyes, won’t you?”
Jiang Huai kept his eyes tightly shut, even raising his hand to cover them with the back of his palm. His voice was laced with helplessness.
“Look at how you two are right now. How can I open my eyes?”
The two women were sitting boldly on either side of him.
The visual impact was far too direct, making certain uncomfortable sensations even harder to describe.
Chi Huang lowered her head, looking at her slightly messy, unruly red hair, and then peeked at her Honored Master.
Chi Hong’s hair was meticulously combed, smooth, obedient, and possessed a lustrous sheen.
Chi Huang’s eyes widened instantly, and a complex mixture of shame and a strange sense of competitiveness welled up in her heart.
Before this, she had never felt there was anything wrong with her appearance and had never thought of specially grooming herself.
She didn’t have a Dao Companion anyway, so why bother? But now, in comparison, the gap between her unkempt state and her Honored Master’s careful preparation was stark.
Chi Huang felt her ears burning. She instinctively used her arms to hide her shortcomings, but she tried her best to keep her voice soft and coaxing.
“Jiang Huai, whether you open your eyes or not, the result won’t change.”
“We’ve been sleeping right next to you for so many days now, so what’s the difference?”
She tried to downplay the current embarrassment so that Jiang Huai would let go of his psychological burden and open his eyes. she believed that as long as Jiang Huai was willing to look at them, the following communication would be much easier.
Jiang Huai still shook his head, covering his eyes even more tightly. “How can that be the same? Please, both of you, get dressed quickly and head back early.”
Open his eyes? Absolutely not.
Seeing that Jiang Huai was completely unmoved, Chi Hong pondered for a moment and stopped beating around the bush.
She took a deep breath, lowered her voice even further, and whispered, “Can Young Lord Jiang really not see the feelings we, master and disciple, have for you?”
She paused, her crimson lips parting slightly as she finally tried to voice the words that had been circling her heart for a long time.
“If you are willing, the two of us, master and disciple, can together…”
However, before she could finish, her voice suddenly hitched.
As if sensing something, she abruptly fell silent. Her originally affectionate gaze instantly cleared, and she scanned toward the door.
Almost at the same time, a voice filled with charm and laughter rang out from outside.
“What is all the commotion about? Has Jiang Huai recovered, and everyone is here to offer their congratulations?”
The voice arrived before the person.
It was delicate and melodious, carrying three parts laughter and seven parts the authority of a mistress.
Chi Hong and Chi Huang looked at each other, reading the annoyance and helplessness in each other’s eyes. ‘Of all the times to show up, why now?’
Chi Hong reacted extremely quickly.
A flash of red light erupted from her body, and a set of form-fitting, scarlet Dragon Scale Light Armor instantly covered her curvaceous body, putting her in a state of battle readiness.
Chi Huang followed suit, also conjuring her Red Dragon armor to wrap herself tightly.
Regardless of how they behaved in front of Jiang Huai, they had to maintain the dignity of a Clan Leader and a Saintess in front of outsiders.
The door was gently pushed open, and an embroidered shoe with a pink lotus pattern stepped into the room. Following that, a soft and bright smoke-pink dress came into view.
Su Yingman walked in with Lotus Steps.
Her peach-blossom eyes, which always seemed to hold the warmth of spring water, first swept across the room.
Finally, they landed on the bed, lingering on Chi Hong and her disciple, who were kneeling on the bed in their armor, before looking toward Jiang Huai with a beaming smile.
“Oh, it seems my Husband doesn’t feel cold anymore since he can sit up now?” Su Yingman said in a familiar tone as she approached with a smile.
If one looked closely, they would notice that her makeup today was a bit more rushed than usual.
The drawing of her eyebrows was even slightly uneven.
Clearly, she had rushed over without even finishing her makeup after receiving the news.
Hearing Su Yingman’s voice, Jiang Huai felt a strange sense of relief. Only then did he slowly lower his hand and open his eyes.
Seeing that Chi Hong and Chi Huang were now fully dressed, he let out a private sigh of relief and nodded to Su Yingman.
His voice was still a bit raspy. “Yes, I’m much better. I don’t feel cold anymore.”
“As long as you’re not cold, that’s good. That’s good,” Su Yingman responded with a smile.
She turned her gaze to Chi Hong and Chi Huang and performed a generous bow, her face filled with a bright and sincere smile.
“These past few days have been truly hard on Clan Leader Chi Hong and Saintess Chi Huang.”
“The two of you have worked day and night, using your Dragon Essence to warm and heal my Husband. All of Nine Heavens Palace is deeply grateful.”
Facing Su Yingman’s smile, a proper and calm smile also appeared on Chi Hong’s face.
She gently pulled the still somewhat reluctant Chi Huang and drifted off the bed.
With a flash of red light, red war boots appeared on her fair feet as she landed steadily on the floor.
“You overstate it,” Chi Hong’s voice returned to its usual steady and elegant tone.
“Young Lord Jiang Huai saved my life. This small amount of care is hardly worth mentioning. It was only right.”
Su Yingman and Chi Hong stood facing each other.
One was charming in a pink dress with a beaming smile; the other was ripe and beautiful in scarlet armor with a dignified smile.
Their gazes met in midair, each eyes flowing with a light that only the other could understand.
“Since Young Lord Jiang is no longer in danger, I should take my disciple back to the clan to handle some affairs,” Chi Hong spoke first, her smile unchanging.
“Once the clan is stable and I have some free time, I will certainly come again to visit Young Lord Jiang and Nine Heavens Palace.”
“Of course, of course. Clan Leader Chi Hong is welcome anytime. Nine Heavens Palace will certainly prepare the bed to welcome you,” Su Yingman said with a smile, patting Chi Hong’s shoulder familiarly.
She then gave a teasing glance at Chi Huang, who was pursing her lips and looking toward Jiang Huai.
Chi Hong said no more, gently tugging at Chi Huang’s wrist. Chi Huang gave Jiang Huai, who was leaning against the headboard, one last deep look.
Her eyes were full of reluctance and lingering affection.
Ultimately, she was pulled away by her Honored Master. Red light flashed on them again, and they turned into a Dao Stream Light, vanishing into the horizon.
Once the red light had completely disappeared, the bright smile on Su Yingman’s face faded.
She gave a cold huff, flicked her skirt in annoyance, and turned to sit on the edge of Jiang Huai’s bed.
She reached out her slender hand, gently resting it on the back of Jiang Huai’s hand. Her fingertips were slightly cool.
“Feeling better?” she asked, her voice much lower than before, carrying genuine concern.
“Yes, much better.” Jiang Huai felt the temperature of her fingertips and felt at peace.
“If I hadn’t come just now — ” Su Yingman shot him a sidelong glance, her tone carrying a hint of interrogation.
“Were those two, master and disciple, planning to force themselves on you? In broad daylight, and on a sickbed no less. They truly have some nerve!”
Jiang Huai shook his head with a wry smile.
“It probably wouldn’t have gone that far. I think Clan Leader Chi Hong is a reasonable person, after all.”
“Reasonable?” Su Yingman arched an eyebrow and gave a scoff. “You simply don’t understand women her age.”
“I think she wants it so badly it’s practically written on her face!” Her eyes swept over the spot on the bedsheet where Chi Hong had just been sitting, where a few very faint, dark spots remained.
Su Yingman pursed her red lips and looked away, not bothering to point it out.
Immediately after, she took an exquisite small makeup box from her Storage Ring.
Facing the small mirror embedded inside, she began to touch up her makeup as if no one else were there.
As she used a fine brush dipped in rouge to gently draw the ends of her eyebrows, she grumbled and complained.
“I originally wanted to put on a beautiful look before coming to see you, but Chi Lian sent a message in a hurry, saying those two were up to no good. I ran here with only half my rouge on, fearing that if I were a step late, you would have been swallowed whole by those two Red Dragons!”
Jiang Huai was about to explain, but Su Yingman raised her hand and pointed at him with a finger dipped in lip glaze, interrupting him.
“Don’t blame Chi Lian. I’m the one who told her to keep an eye on things.”
“You were unconscious, and they… hmph. Naturally, I had to be on guard. If there was any movement, I told her to notify me immediately.” She put down her makeup brush and sighed, her dissatisfaction growing.
“Honestly, they have no sense of etiquette at all! Just pushing themselves forward like that? Taking advantage of someone in danger isn’t supposed to be done that way!”
“You were unconscious at the time, so you don’t know the specifics.” Su Yingman became angrier as she spoke, slapping the back of Jiang Huai’s hand.
“They were far too much! Especially Chi Huang! While you were out, she went and fought Chi Lian for her spot, insisting on sticking to you and refused to get off. She pushed a proper concubine aside!”
“I heard about it later, and I was truly fuming! If the Main Wife were here…” She paused, seemingly feeling that bringing up Qin Qingyue would be more persuasive, but she didn’t continue.
Instead, she said, “I’m not the kind of unreasonable person who would stop you from taking concubines.”
“That is something the Main Wife should consider. I wouldn’t overstep my bounds.”
“But their behavior is simply unacceptable! They haven’t even joined the family yet, and they’re already bullying one of our own? What are they trying to do? Establish dominance?”
While speaking, she had already nimbly finished her makeup.
She looked left and right in the small mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and finally put her makeup box away.
Then, she took out some Spiritual Liquid and a fresh, soft towel, tossing aside the blanket covering Jiang Huai without a word.
When her eyes caught sight of a certain area, her body stiffened for a moment.
Then, as if nothing were wrong, she began to wipe him down, starting from his feet.
“Chi Lian already wiped everywhere below my waist…” Jiang Huai reminded her.
Su Yingman furrowed her brow.
“Wiping a few more times is always good. The spiritual medicine will be absorbed more fully. Now stay still and don’t interrupt; I haven’t finished speaking yet.”
As she gently began to wipe Jiang Huai, she continued her earlier accusations. “I won’t say much about Chi Hong. She is indeed useful.”
“But what about Chi Huang? Who is she to you? To shamelessly stick herself to you and steal someone’s spot? Regardless, I can’t stand it!”
Her wiping motions were skilled and tactical.
Just the pressure and angle of the cotton cloth brushing against his calves made him feel exceptionally comfortable, bringing about a slight tingling sensation. Jiang Huai couldn’t help but take a soft breath.
The massage techniques of the Huanhuan Sect Master were indeed different.
Su Yingman continued, “It’s not that they can’t join the gates of our Nine Heavens Palace, but they must follow the rules! They have to be honest and respectful!”
“They don’t even have a title yet, and they’re already thinking of bullying Chi Lian. What are they trying to do?”
“They have no idea about seniority at all! Don’t they understand the concept of first come, first served?”
Clearly, Su Yingman was a firm believer in seniority.
She would respect seniors older than her, and juniors younger than her had better respect her! Unfortunately, the only person “bigger” than her was Qin Qingyue, who had already ascended and left.
The towel gradually moved from his calves to his thighs, her gentle movements infused with a special Lingli. Her technique was clearly more advanced and exquisite than Chi Lian’s. The foundation of a Huanhuan Sect Master was fully revealed at this moment. Even the simplest wiping could bring about indescribable comfort and stimulation, making Jiang Huai instantly aware of the gap between them.
Jiang Huai’s body began to tremble slightly involuntarily, and his breathing gradually grew heavier.
He truly didn’t understand why Su Yingman could achieve this effect just by wiping his legs.
Su Yingman’s complaints gradually faded.
She stopped her wiping motions, propping one hand on the bed while the other rested casually on her own thigh.
She leaned in slightly, her cascading black hair obscuring half of her face. Jiang Huai could only faintly see the corners of her lips curled into a half-smile.
“It’s very difficult for you right now, isn’t it?” she asked softly, her tone suggesting she already knew the answer.
“White Dew specifically told me that when a Yin-Yang Body suffers a heavy blow to its Original Source, the body will instinctively prioritize providing vitality there during recovery.”
“Supposedly, it’s an instinctive protection of the Physique. It judges that you might be in danger of dying, so it desperately stimulates that area, wanting you to leave behind a bloodline before you pass away, preserving the hope of procreation for the Human Race.”
“So White Dew said that when you wake up, if you feel… vigorous, you shouldn’t be too surprised, and you shouldn’t hold back too much.”
The meaning behind her words was self-evident. Jiang Huai felt his throat go dry.
So that was it.
“Then… will you help me?” He leaned against the headboard, his voice raspy as he spoke.
Hearing this, the smile on Su Yingman’s face deepened, and a flash of triumph crossed her eyes.
She leaned in closer, her breath smelling of orchids as she asked in a seductive tone, “Then does my Husband want to see our Huanhuan Sect’s secret technique, Pointing the Crimson Lips?”
Jiang Huai was stunned, and alarm bells instantly went off in his head.
He hurriedly wanted to stop her. He was now highly wary of any Gongfa related to Su Yingman.
Su Yingman’s cherry lips parted slightly, and she gently, softly blew a breath. There was no touch.
There was only a puff of warm, fragrant air brushing past. Even a mere breath held such power.