Zi Xunyi was livid, and the fallout was going to be severe!
This Huangfu Wenqing had actually dared to sneak a taste right there in her private pavilion, under her very nose. It was the kind of thing even an uncle might stomach, but no aunt could possibly tolerate!
However, Zi Xunyi didn’t charge out recklessly. Instead, she forced herself to calm down and began devising a strategy to turn the tables on her foe.
Catfights weren’t her forte, nor her style. As the daughter of the Heavenly God Clan’s patriarch, she ought to handle this with far more elegance.
After pondering for a good while, a spark of inspiration struck Zi Xunyi. A mysterious smile curved her peerlessly beautiful face.
She quietly extended her spiritual senses, and the scene outside instantly projected into her mind, sending her blood boiling.
It was something she’d only tried in her dreams, and now Huangfu Wenqing had beaten her to it in reality!
Zi Xunyi bit her lip. She promptly retrieved the Reflecting Light Mirror from her storage ring, activated its recording function, then stealthily slipped it out from under the tablecloth. With her spiritual senses guiding her, she adjusted the angle perfectly to capture Huangfu Wenqing in all her indecorous glory—without exposing Yan Zhen’s identity.
—Since Huangfu Wenqing had started the philandering, Zi Xunyi had no qualms about countering with a bit of covert filming!
“…”
Yan Zhen froze at the sight of the Reflecting Light Mirror poking out from under the tablecloth. He quickly grasped Zi Xunyi’s intent and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.
—Even so, wasn’t this a bit much?
But right now, he had neither the right to speak up nor the standing to object.
Oblivious to it all, the usually haughty Huangfu Wenqing knelt before her fiancé, lavishing him with devoted attention. Her emerald-green eyes flicked upward now and then, gauging Yan Zhen’s reactions, as if silently asking:
Am I doing well?
Seeing Yan Zhen’s face flush as he gazed down at her, Huangfu Wenqing felt a mix of shyness and delight. Whenever his breathing hitched, she noted the exact spot and pressure, refining her technique with care.
As the man in question, Yan Zhen could clearly sense Huangfu Wenqing’s rapid improvement. If this kept up, surpassing her prideful master was only a matter of time.
At that point, their master-disciple roles might flip—Huangfu Wenqing instructing Yun Xiu on how to truly satisfy Yan Zhen.
The thought conjured an image in Yan Zhen’s mind: Yun Xiu, clad in her pristine white robes, kneeling beside Huangfu Wenqing, watching her disciple’s demonstration with rapt attention and humbly taking notes.
The scene evoked a certain decadent feast—one that brought to mind the infamous Situ family rice bowl.
“…”
Through her spiritual senses, Zi Xunyi spied on the action outside. Her heart twisted into knots, yet strangely, she wasn’t as heartbroken as she’d expected. Instead, she found herself slipping into Huangfu Wenqing’s perspective, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
—If she burst out right now, would Yan Zhen let her join in…?
Unbidden, Zi Xunyi thought of “Sister Cai Lian,” the woman destined to marry Yan Zhen alongside her in the future.
Would she end up serving Yan Zhen side by side with Sister Cai Lian one day?
The two of them kneeling shoulder to shoulder, pink tongues extended, enduring their embarrassment as they vied to please him.
The vivid mental picture set Zi Xunyi’s heart pounding, her head growing dizzy with heat.
In her daze, the outdoor “endurance contest” reached its climax. Unaware of the assistance from her master, Huangfu Wenqing eked out a narrow victory.
Overthinking things had cost Yan Zhen the match, leaving him drained of strength and gasping softly.
Huangfu Wenqing meticulously collected her spoils, tidied up the aftermath, and finally released her fiancé.
“Feeling refreshed?” she asked. “If that’s not enough, I-I can try something else~”
Though Huangfu Wenqing yearned for a romantic first time, she wouldn’t refuse if Yan Zhen needed her urgently.
Romance hinged more on the spark between hearts than elaborate settings, after all.
“…”
Yan Zhen slowly clamped his legs together, pointing guiltily at Huangfu Wenqing’s back.
She blinked curiously and turned, only to find a stunning young woman in a flowing purple nightgown.
Who else could it be but Zi Xunyi?
Huangfu Wenqing went slack-jawed. Once she recovered, she jabbed an accusing finger at Zi Xunyi, mortified and furious.
“Y-You—how are you here?”
Hastily, she wiped her mouth with her hand, clearing away the traces at the corners of her lips.
Zi Xunyi replied coolly, “No need to wipe. I’ve got it all recorded anyway.”
“What did you say?” Huangfu Wenqing’s heart skipped a beat. “Recorded what?”
“Naturally, your little escapade of sneaking bites in someone else’s home.” Zi Xunyi smiled, a dark undercurrent rippling through it. She waved the Reflecting Light Mirror casually. “From start to finish, crystal clear. No use denying it.”
Huangfu Wenqing’s expression shifted. She lunged for the mirror, her speed like a gale—but Zi Xunyi, with her Nether Realm spiritual power and Mystic King cultivation, dodged effortlessly.
“You! Hand that over!”
“Why? It’s mine.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“To punish a certain Fish-Stealing Cat, of course.”
Huangfu Wenqing ground her teeth in rage but forced herself to stay composed. With a cold snort, she shot back, “Jealous, are we?”
Zi Xunyi scoffed. “Jealous of you?”
“You’re the God Maiden of the Heavenly God Clan, too proud for such things. You could never debase yourself like that—which is why you’re jealous and resentful. Pathetic.”
“Lies! Who says I couldn’t?”
“Then do it. Yan Zhen’s not satisfied yet, and my jaw’s getting sore. Your turn to take over.”
Huangfu Wenqing stepped aside invitingly.
Zi Xunyi locked eyes with Yan Zhen. Her gaze drifted downward, where he was still visibly eager, throwing her heart into turmoil.
How could she possibly? She hadn’t even done the practice runs, let alone prepared mentally.
“I-I—”
“See? You can’t, can you? Hmph. And you call yourself his future wife? Shameless!”
“I’m not falling for that. If I were going to, it’d be when we’re alone… Anyway, don’t change the subject. You won’t fool me that easily!”
Zi Xunyi snapped back to her senses just in time.
Tch! Huangfu Wenqing bit her lip and demanded coldly, “So what do you want?”
“If you don’t want me broadcasting that footage everywhere, then obey me without question. I live alone here and could use a maidservant for the inconveniences—basic chores daily, on call whenever I summon you. Term: about half a year.”
“A maidservant? Me?” Huangfu Wenqing reeled as if slapped. She, the Young Sect Master of Cloud Heaven Palace—Holy Maiden of Evergreen Holy Land in her past life—stooping to serve someone? “In your dreams!”
“Suit yourself. Though then the whole Inner Academy—and Outer Academy too—will get an eyeful of your disgraceful display. Heh heh heh~”
“You!”
