Chi Hong frowned slightly, her charming, flushed face showing a hint of dissatisfaction. She swallowed hard and patted Jiang Huai’s face.
“What are you so scared of? Do you really think she’s Qin Qingyue?”
“Tell her to go back.”
Startled by Qin Xuange’s shout, Jiang Huai felt his lower abdomen tighten. His voice was unsteady as he called out toward the exterior of the room, “Saintess Qin, I’m here.”
Outside, Qin Xuange’s expression was icy. She wanted to say something sarcastic, to give him a piece of her mind once he returned, but the words caught in her throat. She bit her lip.
She didn’t seem to have the standing, or perhaps the right, to speak to Jiang Huai with sarcasm or complaints. Had anyone ever seen a maidservant mock and reproach her master? At the very least, within the Black Dragon Clan, the maidservants around Qin Xuange would never dare speak to her that way.
Not only did she lack the status, but she also lacked any reason to complain about Jiang Huai spending his days in pleasure with the two women of the Red Dragon Clan. She couldn’t find a single justification.
She was only by his side because she had lost a bet. How could she possibly criticize him?
Qin Xuange took a deep breath. Standing at the door of the Quiet Room, she listened to the feminine murmurs from within and watched the swaying shadows against the window. Every now and then, she could see a Dragon Tail—whether it belonged to Chi Hong or Chihuang—flicking gently. Her heart was a whirlwind of complex emotions.
“Don’t shout so loud…” Jiang Huai whispered to Chi Hong, not wanting Qin Xuange to hear so much. He hadn’t explained his reason for visiting Chi Hong to Qin Xuange yet.
Chihuang, who was kneeling, gave Jiang Huai’s thigh a sharp pinch. Feeling indignant, she lashed her Dragon Tail against his calf with a loud *crack*, leaving a faint, reddish Dragon Scale Mark on his skin.
“Hiss…” Jiang Huai gasped, his heart fluttering with guilt.
Chi Hong let out a soft laugh, showing no intention of coddling him. She purposely let out a loud, melodic Evil Dragon’s Roar, causing Qin Xuange’s heart to sink further.
“Saintess Qin, why don’t you head back first? I’ll explain everything when I return,” Jiang Huai called out loudly.
He didn’t want Qin Xuange to hear anything more and wanted her to leave quickly. Yet, as he thought of that face which was almost identical to Qin Qingyue’s, he somehow felt more energized, drawing a startled cry from Chi Hong.
Qin Xuange remained at the door of the Quiet Room, standing silently like a loyal guard. Her expression was somber, and her feet seemed rooted to the spot, making it difficult to move. She wasn’t greedy, nor was she listening for those low moans out of some perversion. Her Yuq Period wasn’t like that.
She understood the logic and the situation perfectly, yet an indescribable fire burned in her heart. A baseless, unspeakable resentment coiled within her.
“Young Lord Jiang, is this what you came here for?” she asked, her patience wearing thin. “If… if this was what you intended to do, you could have told me earlier. I wouldn’t have come.”
“You…”
She seemed unable to say more, staring blankly at the door of the Quiet Room, unsure how to continue.
“I’ll explain everything when I get back,” Jiang Huai responded quickly.
“I—”
He suddenly felt an urge to clear things up with her, only to realize there was nothing to say and nothing to explain.
Jiang Huai felt ashamed. He despised his own behavior—not because he was being forced into a tangle with two Red Dragons, but because he felt a different kind of emotion toward a woman who looked exactly like Qin Qingyue.
‘I know it’s wrong,’ he thought, but whenever he looked at that face and thought of her personality, his feelings refused to obey. He wanted to keep Qin Xuange by his side.
Jiang Huai knew she wasn’t Qin Qingyue, yet his heart still harbored a different kind of affection.
While the two spoke through the door, the shadows on the window didn’t stop. They continued to dance wildly like candlelight, detailing the postures of the three people inside.
“Sigh.” Qin Xuange sighed softly. Her black boots tapped against the floor, making a faint sound as she turned away with an expressionless face.
“Young Lord Jiang, I am leaving.”
“If you plan to do this sort of thing in the future, make it clear to me beforehand. I… I wouldn’t have come if I had known.”
Having said that, a bitter smile appeared on her lips. She shook her head. “But then again, if you forced me to come, it’s not like I could refuse.”
Hearing her departing footsteps, Chihuang stood up. She no longer knelt between them, instead pressing her jade-like feet against the floor and walking toward the door.
Before Qin Xuange could take two steps, a sound erupted behind her. A hot, powerful gust of wind blew past, and she spun around.
The door to the Quiet Room was wide open. The wind whistled, carrying the heat of the Red Dragon Clan along with the lingering fragrance of the room.
With no barriers left, the sounds flooded into Qin Xuange’s ears without restraint.
Chihuang stood there with her hair disheveled, her bare feet on the floor. She was unclothed, her graceful body curving, her knees slightly red. She slowly raised a slender finger to wipe the corner of her mouth, smoothing her appearance as she looked at Qin Xuange with a calm gaze.
It was as if she wanted to reclaim the pride she had lost before. However, in her current state—or rather, her lack of attire—she lacked any imposing aura.
Since this was the Quiet Room of the Clan Leader, Chi Hong, there were naturally no other dragons around. Only the four of them remained.
Qin Xuange’s gaze moved past Chihuang. She could see the swaying black hair and the fair silhouette behind her, and she heard the various subtle noises.
‘Heh, so this is the Holy Maiden of the Crimson Dragon? How shameless.’ The nameless fire in Qin Xuange’s heart flared up again. She mocked Chihuang coldly.
“This is the first time I’ve seen members of our Dragon Race, a master and disciple, serving the same husband. I’ve certainly learned something new today, Chihuang.”
She was incredibly bold. Disregarding her own status, she even insulted Chi Hong, who was still active inside the room.
Inside, Chi Hong’s body stiffened for a moment, but she soon became indifferent again and didn’t retort. She likely felt that since her disciple had dared to open the door, she must have something to say.
“Call me Mistress,” Chihuang said bluntly to Qin Xuange, her expression calm and a smile playing on her lips.
“What did you say?” Qin Xuange doubted her own ears. To think this woman dared to say such a thing to her.
“Say that again?” she said in a low voice. A black light flickered in her hand as if her Spear would appear at any second. Her Dragon Eyes flashed with a red light.
Chihuang toyed with her hair and asked nonchalantly, “What’s the matter? Aren’t you Jiang Huai’s maidservant?”
“I heard from my Honored Master that you lost a bet, didn’t you? Is the Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan planning to go back on her word?”
“My current relationship with him speaks for itself. Shouldn’t you know exactly what you’re supposed to call me?”
She wanted to take this opportunity to thoroughly bully Qin Xuange, who had bullied her not long ago.
Qin Xuange let out a cold snort and gritted her teeth, glaring at Jiang Huai inside the room.
Sensing things were going south, Jiang Huai quickly said to Chihuang, “Chihuang, don’t talk nonse—”
He wanted to tell her not to talk nonsense. He didn’t have a real master-servant relationship with Qin Xuange. Unfortunately, he only got halfway through before Chihuang leaned over and blocked his mouth with her fragrant lips.
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