“Zhen’er.”
Chen Xi called out softly. She stood elegantly by the bed with her hands folded gracefully, her gaze tenderly fixed on her precious disciple.
Since they were resting in someone else’s home, she hadn’t changed into sleepwear. She still wore her everyday black wide-sleeved dress.
The crossed lapels bulged prominently. Just looking at them revealed their substantial heft, yet they stood so proudly erect.
Her smooth, lustrous silver-white hair was simply pinned up, hanging straight down her back and nearly covering her ample hips.
Beneath the strands of hair, her exquisitely beautiful face wore a faint smile. Her blue glass-like eyes reflected the figure of Yan Zhen on the bed.
“Master~”
Yan Zhen rolled around on the bed, tumbling all the way to the innermost side. Chen Xi couldn’t help but smile at the sight. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you troubled over Little Long Ying?”
Yan Zhen rolled behind the beautiful master. He stretched out his arms to hug her soft, slender waist. He rubbed his face against her curvaceous hip twice and began acting spoiled. “Master, what should I do?”
Chen Xi let her precious disciple pillow his head on her lap. As she gently combed his messy short hair with her hand, she chuckled lightly. “What do you mean, what should you do? It’s simple. Just follow your own heart and make your choice.”
“But I…”
“Zhen’er, you like Little Long Ying, don’t you?”
“I-I don’t.” Yan Zhen said softly. “I just see her as a little sister.”
“If she’s a little sister, then she’s a little sister. Meng’er is your little sister too.” Chen Xi couldn’t resist caressing her disciple’s handsome face. She found him utterly adorable. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to admit it, Zhen’er.”
“Master~~~ It’s not the same.”
Yan Zhen shook his head to escape Chen Xi’s hand. He rolled over and buried his face in her soft, flat belly. Clearly, he felt guilty.
Chen Xi couldn’t suppress her amusement. “How is it not the same?”
“It’s just not the same…” Yan Zhen insisted stubbornly. “Master is Master. Saint Lord Master is Saint Lord Master. Evil Consort Master is Evil Consort Master.”
“You silly child~~~ Don’t get so hung up on it.” Chen Xi chided helplessly. “Little Long Ying can’t live without you, Zhen’er. And you can’t live without her either. You’re already one and the same. Don’t you understand that?”
Yan Zhen fell silent.
Chen Xi affectionately stroked her disciple’s head, quietly accompanying him in that moment.
A moment later, a space portal opened once more. This time, it wasn’t the Starlight Gate but the White Bone Gate. The Evil Consort emerged, her black hair and black eyes complemented by her noble black dress. Upon seeing the scene, she inwardly cursed herself for being a step too slow. She shot Chen Xi a look of disdain, as if saying, “This perverted woman thinks about getting intimate with her own disciple all day long.”
Chen Xi naturally noticed the Evil Consort’s glare but couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge it. She savored these brief moments of warmth with her precious disciple.
The Evil Consort narrowed her beautiful eyes and walked over. She cleared her throat pointedly twice, signaling that it was time for a change.
Chen Xi glanced at her sideways and pretended not to notice. Yan Zhen, however, rolled over and looked up. His eyes first took in the long hem of her dress. His gaze traveled upward, past the two towering peaks, before meeting the Evil Consort’s black eyes.
“Evil Consort Master.” Yan Zhen blinked. “You’re here too?”
The Evil Consort huffed lightly. “Am I interrupting your fun? Should This Palace leave, then?”
“No, that’s not it.” Yan Zhen scratched his cheek and sat up. He patted the spot beside him. “Evil Consort Master, sit here.”
The Evil Consort crossed her arms and sat down with a pouty arrogance, ending up pressed right against Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen grinned and opened his arms to embrace the ruthless yet tenderly gentle dark beauty before him. He planted a light kiss on her tender, dark-red lips.
Yan Zhen’s rare initiative brought a faint blush to the Evil Consort’s cheeks. Her mood lifted instantly, and her tense expression softened. Her jade hand caressed his face as she said warmly, “If something’s weighing on you, don’t keep it bottled up. Tell This Palace.”
Yan Zhen smiled. “I know, Evil Consort Master.”
A subtle curve tugged at the Evil Consort’s lips. Unable to resist, she kissed him lightly on the lips as well. She had meant it to be brief, but once their lips met, she was reluctant to part. Just as she leaned in deeper, a series of coughs came from the side. Yan Zhen pulled away and turned toward Chen Xi.
“Master~~~”
A trace of resentment appeared on Chen Xi’s face. Seeing this, Yan Zhen quickly hugged the beautiful master and gave her a placating kiss.
Chen Xi’s cheeks also flushed faintly. She felt a bit shy but beamed with joy.
“Zhen’er, This Master was a bit harsh earlier. Will you forgive me?”
Yan Zhen shook his head, indicating that the beautiful master needn’t apologize. He leaned in to kiss her again. This stirred her affections. A hint of allure rose in her eyes. After she responded slightly, she took the initiative as he pulled back, capturing his lips.
The Evil Consort on the side was immediately displeased. Why did Chen Xi get an extra kiss?
She reached out and wrapped an arm around Yan Zhen’s waist, yanking him forcefully from Chen Xi’s grasp. She held him close like a treasured possession.
“That’s enough, Chen Xi. This is the Dragon King Palace, after all.”
Interrupted in her moment, Chen Xi wasn’t angered. She covered her mouth with her hand and licked her lips before composing herself and replying, “No one’s asking you, Evil Consort. It’s just jealousy. Mind your expression.”
The Evil Consort’s brows furrowed. She glared at Chen Xi, then lowered her head and kissed Yan Zhen under the other’s watchful eye.
Yan Zhen froze. He felt a powerful suction that nearly drew out his very soul. When they parted, he panted like a puppy with his tongue lolling out, the tip tingling and numb.
The Evil Consort swallowed the saliva in her mouth contentedly and deliberately licked her lips.
Seeing this, Chen Xi naturally felt sorry for her precious disciple. She tried to wrest him back from the Evil Consort’s “clutches.” “You wicked woman, forcing Zhen’er again. Let him go this instant.”
At that moment, the space portal opened for the third time. This time, it became the Lotus Gate. The Jialan Fairy arrived as well. She looked at the sight of two mature beauties flanking a handsome youth on the bed and said helplessly, “I arrive to find you two quarreling again. That’s no good. Yan’er must feel so torn in the middle.”
The Jialan Fairy flicked her finger. A white lotus formed of spirit Mystic force shot out and entered Yan Zhen’s body, instantly reverting him to the form of a five-year-old child.
Both Chen Xi and the Evil Consort ended up holding empty air. With a casual wave, the Jialan Fairy drew the bewildered five-year-old Yan Zhen into her embrace. His little head nestled into her deep cleavage.
The Jialan Fairy held the dazed Yan Zhen and smiled gently. “There, now Yan’er won’t feel torn. You two can keep quarreling if you want.”
With that, she turned to leave.
How could Chen Xi and the Evil Consort let the Jialan Fairy have her way? One sealed her space portal while the other grabbed her dress sash.
“Come back here, Jialan!”
“Jialan, put Zhen’er down now!”
“Yan’er is unhappy. I need to comfort him.”
“I’ve already comforted him. No need for you.”
“It should be ‘we’!”
“You two always bicker. How can you comfort Yan’er like that? Leave him to me.”
“Who’s bickering? This Palace wouldn’t stoop to arguing with that woman.”
“…”
Listening to his three masters’ words, five-year-old Yan Zhen let out a long, world-weary sigh. Today was another bittersweet day.
