“What’s this?”
Yan Meng’er immediately thought of Huangfu Wenqing. She inwardly cursed the vixen for taking advantage of their absence to seduce her cousin. Hmph!
“Sister Ruyu, come on—let’s go up and take a look!”
“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” Yan Ruyu hesitated. “What if we disturb them—”
In truth, she feared getting caught in the fallout. Yan Zhen turned into a completely different person—thoroughly domineering—whenever he was in the mood.
She had grown accustomed to serving him alongside Meng’er, Xue’er, and Xinyan, but that hardly meant she wanted to share with Huangfu Wenqing.
Especially after awakening her memories from her past life, she felt a subtle aversion toward both Huangfu Wenqing and Yun Xiu. They simply weren’t from the same world.
“Ruyu only knows how to take and backs down at the first sign of trouble. Useless,” Mi Xue’er scolded without mincing words. She turned to Yan Meng’er. “Meng’er, let’s go. We’ll show that Huangfu Wenqing what we’re made of!”
Yan Meng’er agreed loudly. “Sister Xue’er’s right! Let’s go!”
The two charged up the stairs with all the momentum of an advancing army, leaving Yan Ruyu and Xiao Xinyan to exchange a glance. Xiao Xinyan said, “We should follow them too. Junior Brother Yan Zhen only just got back—he definitely doesn’t want us quarreling with Miss Huangfu again.”
Yan Ruyu nodded. “You’re right.”
They hurried up to the third floor as well.
There was only one room on the third floor, and they had checked it out earlier—it had been vacant.
Clearly, Yan Zhen and “Huangfu Wenqing” had chosen it specifically to avoid Long Ying while they indulged.
By the time they reached the third floor, the breathy moans and gasps rang out much more clearly. Normally, whenever they were intimate with Yan Zhen, they set up a Mystic Power Barrier to keep the noise from leaking out. This time, though, they hadn’t bothered—probably because they hadn’t expected the girls to return so suddenly.
Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er arrived first. They pressed themselves against the door, straining to peer through the crack.
But the door didn’t face the bed. All they could see was the wall and a window—not even a shadow, much less anyone inside.
“Can’t see clearly.”
“Then let’s just knock!”
“Exactly. We’ll go in and catch Huangfu Wenqing looking all disheveled. That’ll make sure she never acts arrogant around us again.”
“Let’s do it!”
If it had been Mentor Yu Xuan or some other woman, they wouldn’t have been so ruthless. But Huangfu Wenqing was a different story.
The woman who had annulled Yan Zhen’s engagement in their past life, humiliating him. And now, reborn, she pretended it had never happened—worse, she even wanted him to join Cloud Heaven Palace as a live-in son-in-law. The nerve!
Yan Meng’er reached out her small hand and rapped firmly on the door. In a sweet, coquettish voice, she called out, “Cousin? Are you in there? We’re back~”
The sounds inside cut off abruptly. Moments later, all four girls sensed Yan Zhen’s spiritual sense extend outward. It swept over them once before retreating.
“Good, you’re back. Go bathe and rest up for now, then come up here later. I’ll introduce someone to you.”
His tone was mild, but it left no room for argument.
The four exchanged bewildered glances. Introduce someone? Who? Zi Ji, maybe?
No, that couldn’t be right!
Zi Ji had been whisked away by the Heavenly God Clan’s envoy before they even entered the Inner Academy. They couldn’t see her even if they tried.
Senior Sister Yu Die? Mentor Yu Xuan’s cousin and the former leader of Transformation Butterfly—she was close to Yan Zhen too.
The four speculated wildly, but none of them could pin it down.
And they had to bathe and freshen up first before meeting her? Just how important was this person?
The thought left all four feeling a twinge of grievance.
Mi Xue’er mulled it over for a moment. “Little Brother Yan Zhen, can we at least see you first?”
To their surprise, Yan Zhen replied in a low, suggestive murmur, “If you come in now, I won’t let any of you leave.”
The four girls jolted in shock. Was he saying he wanted them to join whoever was in there with him?
They didn’t even know the woman’s identity—how could they possibly share him like that?
“…I-I’m heading out first.”
Yan Ruyu was the first to bolt, scampering away faster than a frightened rabbit.
“Me too.”
Xiao Xinyan followed right behind, fleeing like a mouse that had spotted a cat.
Seeing their cowardice, Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er rolled their eyes. Still, the idea of exposing their naked bodies and seductive charms in front of a total stranger made even their thick-skinned cheeks heat up.
Besides, they hadn’t bathed in three days. They still smelled sweet, but Yan Meng’er didn’t think she was sweet enough—not for intimacy with Yan Zhen. She wanted to wash up properly first and make herself extra alluring.
In fact, Yan Zhen’s words played right into her hands.
And since the woman inside wasn’t Huangfu Wenqing after all, there was no need to catch them in the act.
With that realization, Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er headed back to their rooms to bathe as well.
Once the four had left, the soft, melodious moans resumed from within—but more restrained this time. Soon after, a Mystic Power Barrier enveloped the room on all sides, muffling every last sound.
A little over half an hour later, the four girls had finished bathing. They slipped into their respective “battle outfits” and gathered once more before the third-floor door, looking each other over.
“Looks like we’re all on the same page.”
They weren’t thrilled about sharing Yan Zhen with some mystery woman, but they were dying to be with him—to pour out all the longing and affection they’d bottled up over these days.
Crucially, from the tone of his voice earlier, he wanted the same. So they’d come prepared, ready to show him their most irresistible sides~
Yan Ruyu’s face flushed red. She coughed lightly to steady herself and stepped forward to knock. Yan Zhen’s voice promptly answered from within. “Come on in.”
With a gentle push, the door swung open. The four filed inside one by one, only to find the room completely transformed from the empty space they remembered.
Had he prepared all this for that woman? It seemed Yan Zhen truly valued her comfort.
Lost in their scattered thoughts, the four drew closer to the bed.
They rounded the corner, and there it was: an enormous canopy bed, exquisitely carved from mystic wood and radiating luxury. Red curtains draped across the front.
Yan Zhen sat casually on the bed, clad in a loose black robe that hung open just enough to reveal the defined contours of his chest muscles.
Beside him lounged a woman of icy elegance and devastatingly seductive beauty, dressed in vibrant colors. Her blood-red vertical pupils scanned them with obvious discomfort.
The four froze. Xiao Xinyan aside, the other three reincarnators recognized her at once.
The greatest winner from their past life! The Myriad Snake Queen, who had somehow borne Yan Zhen a child!
Cai Lian shifted awkwardly. They had interrupted her and Yan Zhen midway through their passion, leaving her rattled to her core. Even after he shooed the girls away and picked up where they left off, her legs still felt like jelly—she didn’t dare try to stand.
Yan Zhen, for his part, regarded the four girls with perfect composure.
The outfits they wore weren’t ordinary sleepwear, but provocative lingerie—gossamer-thin and sheer everywhere except the most intimate areas.
Yan Meng’er’s was a cute camisole style, perfectly accentuating her petite figure and radiating adorable allure.
Yan Ruyu’s was a bellyband that covered only the front of her chest, leaving her back bare; shrug off the outer layer, and her full, moon-like buttocks came into view.
Mi Xue’er’s tube top used scant fabric, the thin gauze allowing tantalizing glimpses of her abundant snowy skin.
As for Xiao Xinyan, hers was a dhoti skirt style—more modest in exposure but brimming with refined feminine grace. Knowing she couldn’t compete with the other three in raw beauty, she had leaned into elegance instead.
Dressed so provocatively, the four together formed a breathtaking vista—a feast for the eyes that no man could tear his gaze from.
