Chaotic World Book
Chapter 414 - 403: Subjugation of the Demon Sect Requires Bloodshed

Chapter 414: Chapter 403: Subjugation of the Demon Sect Requires Bloodshed

The journey to Hongnong had concluded successfully. Zhao Changhe, surrounded by the sincere hospitality of the Yang Family, returned to rest in his guest house – a reception not even the esteemed Head of the Tang could claim to receive...

But Yang Jingxiu knew that in the eyes of a minister, showing respect to His Highness was far more important than any respect shown to her. That was the sweet spot. Besides, what’s the need to speak of residence when Yang Jingxiu thought their guest houses might as well be joined — just sleep together already...

It was "Wanzhuang" time, yet you didn’t deny it.

Yang Jingxiu had abandoned the idea of attacking Wang Daozhong in the Capital; whatever happens to him would be left to Xia Longyuan to decide.

He had been organizing clan affairs, preparing to head south to attack Maitreya, as this was Zhao Changhe’s prime objective for coming here.

The power behind Maitreya, an existence beyond the Chaotic World List, was unknown and difficult to estimate. Zhao Changhe’s perennial goal was to gather all possible forces for a decisive battle. Compared to first stabilizing Jiangnan, the issues concerning the Wang Family could be temporarily set aside, with the focus shifted to Langya next.

The Wang Family might hold them back in this matter, thus requiring both the Cui and Yang Families to keep watch over the Northern regions. This was no time for them to wait and place their bets; it was time for them to declare their allegiance.

If you don’t choose a side, I won’t fix your sword – weigh that yourself.

The same went for the Cui Family.

"Yangyang," Zhao Changhe sat on the garden’s reclining chair, holding Cui Yuanyang on his lap and rocking her. "Could you relay my message back home to your father? Also, regarding the Qinghe Sword issue, tell him not to worry. When I find a solution, I’ll treat the Qinghe Sword first."

Cui Yuanyang spoke, "You want to send me home."

"Cough, we’re going to fight Maitreya, you..."

"Alright," Cui Yuanyang smiled. "I’m not an idiot who’s stubbornly rushing towards death."

Zhao Changhe exhaled and pinched her nose, "The idiot who ran away from home."

Cui Yuanyang leaned into his embrace, turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling, "Didn’t I end up right in your pot?"

Both laughed.

"Big brother Zhao..." Cui Yuanyang snuggled into his embrace again.

"Hmm?"

"You’re on the Human List."

"Hmm..."

"You’re my officially recognized fiancé now!"

"Hmm..."

"I came all the way to Hongnong just to see you, and what happens? A shameless Imperial Concubine, a Head full of schemes – I didn’t even get to have a proper conversation with you."

"..."

Cui Yuanyang hummed, "Then, it suddenly dawned on me, why should I sneak around like they do, hiding and skulking, even climbing walls in the middle of the night? Is it necessary? I might as well just cuddle up to you right in front of Uncle Yang. He would just stroke his beard and nod with a slight smile, leaving them nothing to do but gnash their teeth in frustration."

Zhao Changhe instinctively glanced around. Thankfully, neither Tang Wanju nor Huangfu Qing were present...

Otherwise, I feel you might have been stewed or roasted...

Of course, they couldn’t rush to hide in a man’s courtyard immediately after an event, still maintaining an appearance of independence. Currently, Tang Wanju was discussing the Southern campaign strategy with Yang Jingxiu, and Huangfu Qing had disappeared elsewhere.

Zhao Changhe, knowing nothing of warfare and only good at fighting, took the chance to hide inside with his little bunny, practicing meticulous time management.

Despite her tough talk, Cui Yuanyang also glanced around, and seeing no one was there, her courage grew, "Big brother Zhao..."

"Hmm?"

"Everyone has important things to do, you’re about to head south to fight Maitreya, and I need to go on your behalf to old Cui’s..."

Zhao Changhe nearly burst out laughing; this ’on your behalf’ was just too aptly used.

"So after that kiss in Langya, I’ve forgotten what it feels like..." Cui Yuanyang murmured seductively, her eyes sultry, "I’ve come of age, you know. I was old enough by the end of last year... now I’m even older..."

That insinuation, it’s not just seeking a kiss, it’s practically pleading for love...

Don’t be fooled by her young age. She might not have known what came after courting before. But once the marital agreement was set and she had a betrothed in an Aristocratic Family, their sex education could be more serious than in modern times. Now, Yangyang had probably reviewed countless educational charts, with the family’s maids and nannies teaching her every detail, more meticulously than even Zhao Changhe knew.

Her cheeks were as red as a juicy peach, seemingly ready to burst with a pinch, whetting Zhao Changhe’s appetite, making him yearn to take a bite.

So he gently nibbled on her.

Cui Yuanyang rubbed his little cheek resentfully, "Did I ask you to bite my face..."

"But you’re just too cute, Yangyang..."

Pouting his little mouth, Cui Yuanyang pointed and said, "Here, here!"

Zhao Changhe obligingly planted a kiss.

The young girl might have known a lot in her heart, but when it came down to it, she was completely clueless, and her tense mannerisms readily adapted to whatever was expected of her. Such an experience was worlds apart from that of Huangfu Qing, the fiery rose, making one always feel that she would timidly comply with any pose you desired, making a man’s confidence soar.

Her little mouth was sweet and fresh; her little hands nervously clutched at your sleeve, her eyes tightly shut, her eyelashes quivering slightly. That look of confusion and tension, mixed with the anticipation of forbidden fruit, was just too adorable.

Zhao Changhe had no desire to mock the only virgin at the party who voted for Yangyang. After all, he liked it too— what do those people know... Eat at the same table as a dog? I am the dog!

And that skin smooth and tender like milk...

While the pair were huddled in the courtyard, Huangfu Qing sat in her guest residence, sipping tea with frosty composure.

The attendants on either side were petrified, unable to understand why the Imperial Concubine was behaving this way. She had returned with a smile and eyes full of anticipation, but after a while, her expression turned icy cold, with a murderous look in her eyes that nearly solidified, and the warm tea in her hand almost seemed to boil. They had never realized the depth of terror hidden in her cultivation of Inner Strength.

At this moment, Huangfu Qing was deeply conflicted.

She had naturally expected Zhao Changhe to come scurrying over for a reward, and she had been considering how to tease him with a token gesture, just to enjoy seeing the little man want yet resign himself to what was given—how cute.

The result was that he had a koala clinging to him from start to finish. Once they entered his room, they never came out again.

It wasn’t Zhao Changhe’s fault; he obviously couldn’t just toss the koala aside and come dashing into the Imperial Concubine’s chambers. But once those two, fiancé and fiancée by rightful claim, tucked themselves away, what ensued needed no elaboration.

Huangfu Qing was so angry she wanted to transform back into Vermilion Bird, storm next door, and snatch away the little lass from the Cui Family. After all, Vermilion Bird handling Cui Family’s daughter was justified, and Mr. Zhao couldn’t beat her anyway.

But on second thought, reflecting on her previous considerations, Room Fire Pig wooing an Aristocratic Family’s daughter was actually a good thing. Shouldn’t she be supporting it instead of interfering?

Shouldn’t she be encouraging him to consummate the relationship as soon as possible?

This is preposterous...

This dilemma left her in a place where neither option felt right, and the only thing suffering was the teacup, which probably hadn’t endured such intense heat even when it was fired in the official kiln.

What are you doing, Miss Tang? When you fight with me, you’re infuriating, but when it comes to this little girl, you back off, don’t you?

Upon reflection, perhaps Tang Wanju was more conflicted than her; she might still think that marrying the Cui Family’s daughter was a foregone conclusion, and her role wasn’t to vie for the position of Crown Princess Consort. At this juncture, she’s probably purposely avoiding the situation by discussing military affairs with Yang Jingxiu.

Forget it, unreliable old woman. Let’s leave it to us from the Demon Sect to play the villain.

What Room Fire Pig wooing an Aristocratic Family’s daughter? Except for sweet-talking me, when have you ever considered yourself a Room Fire Pig? Go to hell.

Huangfu Qing finally made up her mind and slowly ordered, "Someone go to Mr. Zhao’s place and tell him the palace summons him. If he does not come, the promised reward will be forfeit. Let him decide."

Almost simultaneously, Yang Jingxiu looked across at Tang Wanju with a rather peculiar expression.

The leader of the sect claimed to be discussing military affairs, but there were few words on the actual topic because she wasn’t in Gusu and was less informed about the specifics. Real discussions should be held with Tang Buqi.

Yet she stayed and refused to leave under the pretext of discussing military matters, her expression distant, somewhere between anger and amusement.

Yang Jingxiu couldn’t help but tentatively ask, "Leader Tang, if you are not feeling well, why not go and rest?"

Clutching her teacup, as if she had just come to her senses, Tang Wanju mused, "I’m thinking about something..."

"What is it?"

"If the Imperial court wanted to subdue the Demon Sect Venerable without resorting to force, is there a way?"

"Amnesty?" Yang Jingxiu replied, "Depends on which Demon Sect. There might be a chance with the Blood God Sect, but don’t expect that with the Four Symbols Sect... Bloodless is impossible."

"...Grand Commandant, you’re right. The blood must be seen... I might need to stoke the fire a bit more, or it might not succeed."

Yang Jingxiu: "???"

Are your ’blood and fire’ the same as what I understand? Why does it feel like we’re not having this conversation in the same world...

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