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Chapter 415 - 404 This - Number is Quite Appropriate

Chapter 415: Chapter 404 This Chapter Number is Quite Appropriate

Zhao Changhe had just stripped the little white rabbit halfway when he began to hesitate again.

The girl was very seductive, captivating his heart and soul, and he couldn’t resist... but when it was almost time, he still began to doubt, feeling that she was too young.

Admittedly, her age in this world was truly old enough, but Zhao Changhe’s twenty years of modern education had not been completely assimilated by this world. He still felt that she was a bit too young and felt a bit guilty.

Then he thought about their aristocratic family, that premarital relations were actually a highly disgraceful matter. The young girl, head hot and not thinking too much, as a man, needed to be careful not to let Yangyang be looked down upon.

In fact, as things drew closer, the girl herself was increasingly panicking. One moment she thought that premarital relations were truly not good, and the next she worried that by giving herself too easily, she might not be cherished. With her heart in turmoil, she noticed Zhao Changhe’s indecisiveness.

Both opened their eyes, and their amorous gazes were now slightly clearer.

Cui Yuanyang knew what Zhao Changhe was thinking, and her eyes softened even more.

He was still like that, always considering Yangyang’s reputation.

They looked at each other for quite a while before Cui Yuanyang said in a very embarrassed low voice, "Brother Zhao, I..."

Just as she intended to say she would give herself to him after marriage, someone knocked on the courtyard door, announcing, "The Imperial Concubine summons young master Zhao for an audience. She says if you do not go, the reward that was to be granted will be void."

"?" Cui Yuanyang’s affectionate sweetness vanished, and her eyebrows sharply furrowed. "Oh, I thought you were concerned about my reputation, but it seems you have an appointment with the wife of another!"

"Eh, eh, eh?" Zhao Changhe was stunned. "I truly wasn’t because of that..."

"She understands flirtation, and I know nothing. You go to her then, wailing." Cui Yuanyang ran off in tears. "Brother Zhao finds me tasteless, just say it outright. Instead, you make me seem unreasonable..."

Zhao Changhe: "Damn..."

The little rabbit hopped off in a puff of smoke to the neighboring yard, and as soon as she jumped over the wall, she leaned against it, patting her chest and sighed in relief.

It wasn’t that I seduced Brother Zhao and then rejected him when it came to the crunch... Her ladyship is truly a great person; she can go extinguish Brother Zhao’s fire on my behalf.

But on second thought... that’s Xia Longyuan’s concubine, isn’t it? Xia Longyuan played dirty tricks on our Divine Sword, so he deserves this revenge!

The little rabbit "hmphed," her face red as she returned to her room. She dived in and pulled the quilt over her head, sobbing, "Cui Yuanyang, you’re so useless..."

Zhao Changhe scratched his head and helplessly went to Huangfu Qing’s side.

Huangfu Qing had already sent everyone else away, now reclining alone on the soft couch, looking at him sideways.

Zhao Changhe’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

Both were reclining on fragrant couches, hand supporting their forehead, but when Tang Wanju read, one could only sense her languid intellectuality, just like the scenes of pavilions and rocky landscapes, worthy of being painted.

Yet, in this moment, Huangfu Qing exuded astonishing seduction. The corner of her mouth lifted slightly, seemingly with deliberate rouge applied, more enchanting than usual. The neckline of her robe was deliberately low, revealing the upper half of her undergarment, the pressed out white half-spheres were staggering to the eye.

Any man would only need one glance to rush to thoughts of bed.

"Have you arrived?" Huangfu Qing lazily said. "Did I disturb the bear eating the rabbit?"

Zhao Changhe sighed. "Why be like this? I wasn’t even planning to do it. She’s too young..."

"Turns out I was being superfluous?" Huangfu Qing snorted. "It’s no big deal. If I had planted a thorn in her heart and made her unhappy with you, that would be worth it. Always clinging to a man, what for? Does she think she can because she has no figure?"

Zhao Changhe didn’t bother to argue about these points, moving slowly to sit by her side, tenderly stroking her hair as he spoke softly, "Thank you for today."

Huangfu Qing paused for a moment, then laughed. "I don’t know what I have done that warrants thanks. You do know, the person who secretly released Wang Daozhong could have very well been not Wang Empress but me after returning to Central Capital. At least it could have been a conspiracy with the Empress."

"I figured as much." Zhao Changhe was nonchalant. "It’s not a big deal. You subconsciously acting to help today already showed your true intentions... so I thank you."

"But if I let him go afterwards, won’t I still be harming you? Wang Daozhong is your enemy, always wanting to kill you."

Wang Family had to sell favors to the Four Symbols Sect, once the Venerable commands, you would always have to act... But I suggest you report back to the Venerable, with the situation between the Wang Family and the Sea Race, it can no longer be understood with simple favors. At a certain point, they probably can’t control themselves, so what use would favors be..."

Huangfu Qing pondered. "I understand, I’ll try to persuade the Venerable."

Zhao Changhe smiled. "Even if the Venerable doesn’t listen, it doesn’t matter. So what if he is released? Wang Daozhong couldn’t do anything to me before, and surely he can’t in the future... Frankly, I don’t know if this is developing feelings out of nothing, but I kind of don’t want him to die in a cell, eh..."

Huangfu Qing laughed voicelessly.

Zhao Changhe looked straight at her smiling face, and their conversation about serious matters came to an abrupt halt.

Huangfu Qing’s smile started to become ambiguous. "I’ll intervene to stop the Wang Family, it’s not a big deal. After all, what I want is for us to have control over the Yang Family ourselves, how can we do that for the sake of the Wang Family? But I’m a little worried..."

"What are you worried about?"

"I’m worried that I’m not doing this for the Wang Family, but for Tang Wanju." Huangfu Qing spoke leisurely. "Do you see yourself as a Secret Agent of the Demon Suppression Department, or as a Room Fire Pig?"

Zhao Changhe earnestly replied, "This matter can’t be a favor to Demon Suppression Department."

"Because it’s Xia Longyuan’s doing, and also unsolvable?"

"Correct. Wanzhuang mending things for him is meaningless. Now Yang Jingxiu has no solid proof, he can still accrue favor from Wanzhuang. Once it’s certain that Old Xia is behind it, whatever Wanzhuang does will be useless..."

"So you’re saying, at least in this affair, you are a Room Fire Pig?"

"...I am a Room Fire Pig indeed."

"I thought you only turned into a Room Fire Pig when you felt like gnawing on me," she teased.

Zhao Changhe said, "The favors of the Demon Suppression Department are meaningless, and since the Wang Family is the one playing dirty, the Cui Family doesn’t want to be the instigator. If the Yang Family needs to find a reliable ally, it can only be the Four Symbols Sect. Whether or not I am a Room Fire Pig, as long as your Venerables aren’t fools, you will be the biggest beneficiary in this matter."

Huangfu Qing’s smile grew seductive, alluring as she said, "Why does it sound to me like someone is asking for a reward?"

Now, having slept naked together, Zhao Changhe had no reservations with her compared to the caution he maintained around Cui Yuanyang; upon hearing her words, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I’ve completed your task without any discounts, shouldn’t I receive a reward? Surely you won’t go back on your word..."

Why beat around the bush when the promised reward had been agreed upon?

Huangfu Qing did not resist Zhao Changhe’s kisses, allowing herself to be turned from her side to her back, passively letting him kiss her from cheek to lips, down to her neck, finally burying his face in the softness above her bodice.

Feeling the man’s surging desire and panting as she held his head, even Huangfu Qing found herself moved.

Ever since they last embraced in naked slumber and he had stood the test, she had been willing. She herself had once spouted, "If you won’t devour me, I’ll devour you."

This time, under the premise of "do it well, and choose your reward," the result was suggested by both being alone in the room; both were fully prepared.

However, in the midst of passion, Huangfu Qing seemed utterly compliant, yet she had no intention of actually giving in.

She had not let emotions cloud her judgment.

Had Zhao Changhe truly completed the task without any discounts? It was debatable. The nature of the matter hinged on his whim—if he declared that he had no connection with the Four Symbols Sect, then the sect would not earn any favor in this matter.

It remained unclear whom he was manipulating—was it the Yang Family or the Four Symbols Sect?

Huangfu Qing didn’t plan to unravel the matter too much. She had decided before calling him over to offer him a trivial reward, just tantalizing enough to frustrate him—she wanted him to understand that she was aware.

Who was playing whom...

Their robes easily fell open as they embraced and kissed passionately, the atmosphere heating up.

As Zhao Changhe reached behind her to undo her bodice, he found she was lying too firmly, and his hand couldn’t reach. So he said, "Lift up a bit..."

Compliantly, Huangfu Qing lifted her back slightly to facilitate his task.

Zhao Changhe continued to work downwards, but suddenly her hand held his.

Zhao Changhe: "?"

In a coy voice, Huangfu Qing said, "Your request was for me to lift up a bit, and I have already done so without any discount. The reward is over."

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded, "Hey... hey, hey..."

Huangfu Qing giggled, "Everyone has given their full effort, right?"

The hint was clear, and Zhao Changhe realized what she was worried about. Helplessly, he said, "How am I supposed to prove it, eh? Should I go tell Old Yang that I am the Room Fire Pig? Just like you wouldn’t tell him you’re the Winged Fire Snake, these identities aren’t to be revealed so casually..."

Huangfu Qing also pondered this matter. Usually, such things need not be vocalized—if he was truly playing the role of the Room Fire Pig, all he needed to do was ensure the Yang Family’s actions aligned with the Four Symbols Sect’s interests...but this wasn’t something that could be observed immediately; it could drag on indefinitely, and she didn’t want to wait that long...

And it was always these damn men, coveting Tang Wanzhuang’s beauty dishonorably, stirring worries about which side he might favor. Otherwise, there would be no need for such proof.

At that moment, an angry transmission came from Tang Wanzhuang, "Zhao Changhe, are you messing around with Huangfu Qing again?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Huangfu Qing blinked her eyes.

This anger was quite tantalizing.

Continuing furiously, Tang Wanzhuang said, "If you dare to defy morality so brazenly, I will be gravely disappointed. From now on, I will no longer support you as a Prince. Think it over!"

Zhao Changhe listened confusedly. Tang Wanzhuang should have been well aware that he had never intended for her to support him as a Prince—it was merely her own wishful thinking, hoping that at some point he would join her game naturally. Why was she using it as a threat now...

To Huangfu Qing’s ears, though, this took on a completely different meaning.

You’re angry? No longer want to support him?

That’s exactly what she needed!

Before Zhao Changhe had a chance to sort through his thoughts, Huangfu Qing retorted, "It’s unfortunate for Chief Tang, but I’ve already told you—I am a rebel of the Four Symbols Sect, and this rascal is the one I’m deceiving."

Tang Wanzhuang replied in utmost sorrow, "Zhao Changhe, you dare?"

Zhao Changhe was about to say something when his mouth was sealed by soft lips. Just moments before, Huangfu Qing, who had been restraining his hand, now took the initiative, flipping over and pinning him down, straddling him.

Zhao Changhe’s eyes widened, "Mmm mmm mmm..."

Amidst a pained groan, Huangfu Qing’s brow furrowed slightly, then she broke into a smile, "I wonder if Chief Tang can perceive that the Prince you’ve been supporting is already involved with the Imperial Concubine. Please leave us."

Tang Wanzhuang fell silent, like a defeated dog.

Huangfu Qing was immensely satisfied.

Bao Qin stood by cautiously, watching the young mistress’s expressions.

Although the young mistress spoke with great indignation, there was no trace of anger or other emotions in her face, leaving her thoughts inscrutable.

Scratching his head, Bao Qin wondered, "Mistress, do you think you’re cleverer than anyone else? But why do I feel like you’ve been outsmarted?"