Chaotic World Book
Chapter 416 - 405: The Second Drop of Blood of the Blood Shura

Chapter 416: Chapter 405: The Second Drop of Blood of the Blood Shura

Zhao Changhe’s expression spasmed as he looked at Huangfu Qing on top of him.

That overflowing joy of victory was practically radiating from her, as if making Tang Wanzhuang lose face was the most important accomplishment of her life.

But seriously, what are you so thrilled about, we haven’t even started yet!

You might not find it very painful, because the real pain is mine!

Without proper foreplay, how could you just sit down and call it a success? Who understands that kind of pain...

Zhao Changhe then realized what Tang Wanzhuang was angry about... Perhaps there was jealousy in her heart, but what she said was clearly aiding him...

Did she hope that he would take down the important figure planted in the palace by the Four Symbols Sect?

Was this now considered as being on an imperial task?

Seeing the ecstatic expression on Huangfu Qing’s face, Zhao Changhe finally couldn’t help but say irritably, "No matter how strong she is, she’s not capable of using Divine Thought to spy on a bedroom from across the whole building. What do you think you are guilty of right now..."

"What current guilt?" Huangfu Qing didn’t understand but didn’t dwell on it, cheerfully saying, "She might not see, but getting the message across is enough, and you certainly didn’t rush out with your pants in hand."

Zhao Changhe’s face was expressionless: "But I am very anxious now."

Huangfu Qing’s expression stiffened.

She quickly felt a surge of strength beneath her, and in an instant, she was flipped over, pinned back under him.

Their eyes met, and Huangfu Qing suddenly realized something.

She was just putting on a show to annoy Tang Wanzhuang, but he didn’t see it that way... If you’re willing to do that much, why not go all the way? Who could stop it!

But on second thought, was it just to drive Tang Wanzhuang away?

Actually... it was because she was indeed willing.

If it weren’t for the complication of Tang Wanzhuang, and the fact that she had just managed to handle the Yang Family, she would have rewarded him already, as promised...

"Promised..." Zhao Changhe also murmured, "We agreed on a reward of your choice, no going back on it."

Huangfu Qing’s eyes flickered, and after a while, she responded softly, "Just a reward?"

In Zhao Changhe’s heart flashed the strong words from the night before, "I like him."

I like him...

The same thought flashed through Huangfu Qing’s mind.

In this silence, her point was made.

With the mood already set, Huangfu Qing really couldn’t be bothered to think of all those things anymore—what Sect, what position, what Royal Family, what Tang Wanzhuang... what Vermilion Bird, what Xia Chichi.

Actually, why did he need to prove that he did these things for the Four Symbols Sect... With love present, would he ever betray it...

All she wanted was to hear him say the same thing.

As if their hearts were telepathically linked, Zhao Changhe whispered, "I like you. Forget the Sect, the Imperial Concubine, the Room Fire Pig, and the Winged Fire Snake, whether the Vermilion Bird is willing or not, I want you."

Whether the Vermilion Bird is willing or not... From the perspective of the Vermilion Bird, it might not be willing, but the Winged Fire Snake would, so how did that tally...

Now without any masks, I am Huangfu Qing, and he is Zhao Changhe.

Huangfu Qing’s eyes fluttered, and she responded quietly, "If I am like this with you... the consequences are beyond your knowledge... You... cannot fail me."

Zhao Changhe couldn’t have imagined this was the actual leader of the Four Symbols Sect, the Vermilion Bird Venerable, entrusting herself to someone; he really didn’t think she had anything else to bear... It was just a nominal Concubine, and Xia Longyuan was not involved, and even if he was, why not face it directly? It wasn’t right to confine someone for a lifetime just because of a perverse interest in watching plays.

Zhao Changhe earnestly said, "I will never let you down."

Even though she knew that men would say anything at a time like this and that it couldn’t be taken seriously, any woman would want to believe in that moment.

Huangfu Qing closed her eyes and whispered softly, "This is your reward."

Just a moment ago, it was said to be more than a reward, and now it’s said to be a reward.

The beak of the Venerable, normally so firm, was pecked open, their lips and tongues entwined, melting into water.

In a daze, she felt a pang of real pain.

Huangfu Qing opened her eyes, breathing heavily, with a gentle, indulgent smile, she stroked his head, whispering, "Satisfied?"

Zhao Changhe said, "This humble one will strive to satisfy the Imperial Concubine even more."

...

The rain thinned and wind rushed through the night.

Tang Wanzhuang slowly woke up, glimpsed at the leftover wine on the table through the bed curtains, then turned to look at the rain on the banana leaves outside the window, pitter-pattering.

She lazily said, "Bao Qin, roll up the curtains."

Bao Qin pouted as she came over to roll up the curtain, and Tang Wanzhuang asked, "Spring is almost over; how are the fallen petals outside?"

Bao Qin said, "The Chinese flowering crabapples remain."

"What do you know..." Tang Wanzhuang said faintly, "It should be ’the greens abundant, the reds scant.’"

Bao Qin curled her lip, "Miss, don’t be so poetic. That person isn’t getting any younger and can’t get any thinner, she’s probably savoring the flavor, unlike Bao Qin."

Tang Wanzhuang: "?"

Bao Qin: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang started to lose confidence: "It can’t be, she should be doing it for the first time, and I’ve heard it’s quite painful the first time, and he’s so robust..."

Bao Qin blurted out, "How could it be her first time, she’s already an old woman of twenty-eight or twenty-nine..."

The young lady’s demeanor before him became extremely dangerous.

Bao Qin quickly came to his senses and said with an apologetic smile, "Of course, she’s nothing like our young lady. Our young lady is pure and chaste, unlike her who’s been married."

"That, it’s mostly fake, never been touched," Tang Wanzhuang said as she got up to put on her clothes and stood by the window looking at the flowering trees, her mind wandering.

Bao Qin had no idea what her mistress was thinking. She didn’t sleep at all last night and needed the help of alcohol to get some rest, feeling so distressed inside. If you want to fight for it, then go ahead, but if not, why give him away?

What if he really gets lured away by the beauty tricks of the Four Symbols Sect? Then isn’t all of this for nothing?

Even considered as the master of stratagems, you’re no better than the rabbit next door.

Speaking to herself in a low voice, as if persuading herself, Tang Wanzhuang said, "I used to say, even if I died, he would continue doing what’s best for the world because he couldn’t stand to see injustice. He denied it, to give me a reason to want to live, but actually, what I said is still true."

Bao Qin: "..."

"As long as he keeps the world in his heart, as long as he can’t stand to see its suffering, he’ll eventually do what I wish to see. His ties with the Four Symbols Sect are extraordinary, and just considering Xia Chichi there, the idea of severing ties is impossible... Instead... With the precedent set by the Blood God Sect, perhaps embracing this direction wouldn’t be so bad... I believe."

Bao Qin couldn’t help saying, "Miss, your heart must be burning, huh? Are you dying of jealousy? You say that to make yourself feel better, right?"

Tang Wanzhuang ground her teeth, "Are you asking for a spanking?"

Bao Qin stiffened her neck and said, "You can beat me, but I still have to say it. When will you fight for yourself?"

Tang Wanzhuang paused, then suddenly laughed, "Didn’t you used to hate him, calling him an uncultured brute of a bear?"

"That’s because you liked him. What else could we maids do?"

"Is that so... Did I really like him..." Tang Wanzhuang watched the misty rain outside the window, silent for a long time.

Without her noticing, Bao Qin hesitated, rubbing her small foot on the ground for quite some time, murmuring to herself, "Besides, he’s gotten good at playing the zither now, not so uncouth anymore... too bad, he’s someone else’s..."

...

Inside the Imperial Concubine’s chamber, Huangfu Qing lay in Zhao Changhe’s arms, her face flushed with the ultimate satisfaction of fulfillment.

It hurt a little at first, but compared to the rough life of the Worldly Society, the pain was nothing more than a mosquito bite, followed by sheer enjoyment.

He said he would satisfy the Imperial Concubine, and she was indeed very satisfied.

His physique and strength were impeccable. The Blood Asura Body used in this context was like a prized possession, irreplaceably delightful. The Imperial Concubine only now realized she hadn’t really lived her life for nearly thirty years. What pleasure in angering Tang Wanzhuang, when the thing that Tang Wanzhuang couldn’t have was truly delightful!

So much that her demands were insatiable, until she no longer had the strength, embarrassingly begging for mercy...

She couldn’t understand how this young man, who was supposed to have a lower level of cultivation, could still have so much energy.

It wasn’t the woman who was at a disadvantage in these matters, but that he was cheating. He also had the Dual Cultivation Technique of the Ultimate Bliss Magic, which in theory, could be sustained indefinitely.

It was her own refusal to Dual Cultivate with him, out of fear.

Huangfu Qing sneakily opened her eyes and as if by telepathy, Zhao Changhe also turned to look at her.

Their eyes met, and Zhao Changhe pinched her nose, "Awake?"

Huangfu Qing wrinkled her nose and huffed, "I’m not Cui Yuanyang."

Zhao Changhe laughed silently at that, "I never noticed any difference. In the end, it’s still ’good brother.’"

"You’re the cheat. If you have guts, don’t use the Ultimate Bliss Magic! With just that little ability of yours, I don’t believe..."

"I actually want to ask you why you refuse Dual Cultivation. After all, both of us are supposedly at the First Layer of Secret Treasure, and combining through Dual Cultivation should be particularly effective."

"Well, it’s particularly good for you, since I still possess pure Yin, and who knows where your Yang essence has gone, probably in some wild woman’s belly!" Huangfu Qing feigned anger, turning her back on him coldly.

It was just an excuse to refuse... Otherwise, if his Dual Cultivation Technique probed, he’d soon realize that this wasn’t the Winged Fire Snake of the First Layer Secret Treasure.

Imagine his face if he found out that his hard work was cultivating not with the Winged Fire Snake but with the Vermilion Bird.

Zhao Changhe truly thought she was just being capricious about the Yin-Yang matter, so he held her from behind and said apologetically, "Actually, this doesn’t matter much. Dual Cultivation requires long-term harmony. We could, in the future..."

"You’re thinking about the future? No chance!" Huangfu Qing squirmed and struggled, huffing, "Once this affair is over, I must return to the Capital to release Wang Daozhong, and let him come devour you."

A night passed, and with the traveling speed of Wang Daoning and Qin Dingjiang, it was hard to tell if they were about to meet in the Capital right now.

Zhao Changhe was too lazy to think about it and hummed, "Conspiring to murder your own husband deserves punishment."

"Ah... Hey..." Huangfu Qing couldn’t stop it in time before she felt his moves.

"Ah, you’re like a bear first thing in the morning..."

"But I’m a pig."

"Alright, Piggy, stop it... Hmm... I, I have to get up... If it gets any later, Yang Jingxiu will come to pay his respects... Ah..."

"Okay, okay, I won’t use the Ultimate Bliss Magic..."

Outside the door, Yang Jingxiu stood there, his expressionless maids and servants blocking the way: "The Imperial Concubine is unwell today; no need for further formalities."

Unwell?

Considering the level of Qi manipulation yesterday, she’s unwell in perfect health?

Yang Jingxiu glanced upward, then looked across at Zhao Changhe’s courtyard.

This courtyard once bustling with activity was empty all night...

The turmoil is within your own Royal Family... Old Yang cupped his hands in his sleeves and ordered the servants around him, "Later, add a couple more kidneys to the breakfast for Master Zhao across the way."

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