Inside the house, the atmosphere gradually became flirtatious.
“You two don’t go too far. Someone is still outside.” Jiang Huai wanted to move his feet, but he found they were already firmly fixed to the floor.
He looked toward the window with a guilty conscience and added, “At least add a barrier? Don’t let the outside hear.”
As he spoke, a faint black and white barrier appeared outside the room, blocking out sounds from both inside and outside.
Su Yingman poured the contents of the small porcelain bottle onto her hand and rubbed it with her slender fingers, making a sticky, strange sound.
Her beautiful eyes glanced at Jiang Huai in surprise before she instructed Zhu Siyao, “Break the barrier.”
Receiving the order, Zhu Siyao formed a hand seal.
A streak of fire-red Lingli shot out and slammed into the Yin-Yang Barrier, causing it to vibrate.
Jiang Huai’s Yin-Yang Lingli remained motionless; not even a single crack appeared.
Zhu Siyao shrunk back toward Su Yingman’s side and whispered resentfully into her ear, “He’s become more powerful now. I can’t break it.”
Su Yingman gave her a look and waved her hand. A stream of pink Lingli drifted leisurely from her hand. With a flick of the tail, there was a *crack*, and the Yin-Yang Barrier shattered on cue, turning into specks of starlight.
“Why must you let her hear? She is at the Nascent Soul Stage, after all. Could she not understand what is happening in this room?” Jiang Huai frowned and turned back to the window once more.
“What are you feeling guilty about? If I didn’t know better, I would think Qin Qingyue had returned,” Su Yingman laughed, but her tone was cold and laced with jealousy.
“If the one you brought back was an Azure Dragon or a Yellow Dragon, I wouldn’t say anything. But don’t you already have the Black Dragon Mark? Why did you bring back their Saintess too?”
Jiang Huai turned his head back and spoke up. “I hope that if Qin Qingyue really does come back in the future, you can still say that.”
Su Yingman’s face stiffened. She coughed twice, her charming eyes glaring at Jiang Huai.
A faint pink Lingli glowed on her hand, and a slight smile played at the corners of her mouth.
“What a pity. The Main Wife isn’t here yet. Truly a pity.”
“Come over and look,” she said to Zhu Siyao.
Zhu Siyao moved her delicate body on the bed of soft jade, getting closer until the two women’s heads were pressed together.
Warm breaths intertwined, causing Jiang Huai to shiver.
He closed his eyes, wanting to control his mind, but the Yin-Yang Body wouldn’t listen to him at all.
The Small World inside his body began to prioritize supply.
“You can’t even learn this? Didn’t I give you the book?” Su Yingman asked as she demonstrated for Zhu Siyao.
“Actually, I learned quite well…” Zhu Siyao’s face flushed slightly as she whispered in response.
“You just need to teach me how to do the last step.”
Jiang Huai swallowed hard and gave up the struggle in his heart.
His Yin-Yang Body wouldn’t listen to him even when he was injured, providing a frantic supply.
He stood there quietly, opened his eyes, and looked down to see Su Yingman and Zhu Siyao huddled head-to-head, using him as a teaching machine.
Su Yingman’s slender hand suddenly paused. She leaned her face in, looking left and right, and smiled at Zhu Siyao. “Don’t you think it seems longer than before?”
Zhu Siyao pouted slightly and said in a resentful tone, “I’m not the same as you guys. How would I know if it’s grown longer? Ask Sister Tang or Chi Lian. The two of them would definitely know. What do I know?”
Su Yingman looked thoughtful.
She pulled Zhu Siyao over, pressed the back of her head, and pushed her forward gently with a wicked smile on her face.
“What are you doing, Sister Su? Let me go!” Zhu Siyao flailed her hands and feet, her delicate body twisting.
Eventually, she was pushed forward by Su Yingman, a shadow falling over her face.
“Look, has it become longer?” Su Yingman pressed the back of her head and teased.
Zhu Siyao’s delicate body trembled slightly.
She swallowed hard, her nose twitching.
Her mind became a bit messy, and her voice was shaky. “Why use my face for comparison? You are too mean, Sister.”
Jiang Huai looked down and saw Zhu Siyao close her eyes in resignation, remaining motionless.
She didn’t even notice that Su Yingman had already let go of her hand.
In the courtyard, Qin Xuange used Lingli to condense a pair of small scissors and began to carefully trim the spirit flowers.
She squatted on the ground.
Though her long black dress was simple, it perfectly outlined her figure, especially the curve of her hips.
Snip, snip.
The Lingli scissors moved through the flower bushes, leaving behind a few branches and fluttering petals on the ground.
Qin Xuange took a deep breath.
She remained focused on trimming the flowers with the Lingli scissors, yet her ears were perked up, listening to the commotion inside.
It wasn’t that she wanted to listen.
Even a normal person staying in this courtyard could hear the flirtatious conversation between Su Yingman and Zhu Siyao regarding Jiang Huai.
Their voices weren’t quiet, and besides, she was at the Nascent Soul Stage.
Her hearing was sharp; she could not help but listen even if she did not want to.
Qin Xuange bit her lip lightly.
She had originally intended to calm her mind by personally trimming the spirit flowers, but she found that the words from inside were becoming more and more outrageous.
Strange noises came from the room. After Su Yingman used Zhu Siyao’s face to compare the length, she began to teach her diligently.
Things like “look first, then smell, and then use your hands”—she said all sorts of strange things that made Qin Xuange’s heart flutter.
But Su Yingman’s words became increasingly bizarre and undisguised, accompanied by Jiang Huai’s soft groans from inside.
Qin Xuange’s face turned slightly red. She felt that listening to such sounds seemed to be a kind of enjoyment. It seemed the Huanhuan Sect did have some skill to be able to make a man produce such sounds.
She suddenly felt that if she were Qin Qingyue, she definitely would not have chosen Su Yingman for such an important second position.
The family culture was truly improper.
If she had to choose, it would be better to choose more from the Dragon Race, especially the Black Dragon Clan.
Surely, in that case, the family culture would be more upright.
At least it would not be like this, where they started groaning inside while she was still right outside.
But it did sound quite nice. Qin Xuange stopped using the Lingli scissors to trim flowers, finding it utterly boring.
She sat on a chair to the side, her back turned to the room.
When Su Yingman brought Jiang Huai into the house, it was already dusk.
Now, it had turned completely dark, and the moon had gradually climbed into the sky.
The White Dragon Secret Realm was considered a Small World.
Except for the fact that most places were exceptionally cold, it had everything one could need.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached her ears, and the noises inside the house vanished.
Qin Xuange stood up abruptly, but the door was not opened. Only Jiang Huai’s slightly tired voice drifted out.
“Saintess Qin, there is a vacant room in the side wing. Please stay there. You can also cultivate; the Lingli here is abundant,” Jiang Huai’s weak voice said.
Qin Xuange nodded and called out, “I understand. I will stay next door.”
There was no movement inside, yet it felt as if there was a great deal of commotion happening again.
Tonight, Qin Xuange did not sleep well. Many sounds kept reaching her ears, making her mind restless.
‘The family culture is improper,’ Qin Xuange said softly. ‘If Qin Qingyue were here, it would surely be different.’