Elder Yu Yan’s bold move left everyone stunned. Yan Zhen wasn’t the only one; the other women in the pool wore expressions of sheer surprise.
Mentor Yu Xuan and Grand Mentor Shui Bailan grew even more convinced of their suspicions. Dean Yu Qing felt a flicker of doubt, while the Family Head Yu Lu pondered even deeper implications.
As for the matter of “offering herself,” she had only confided that initially to her sister.
“Sister…”
Elder Yu Yan’s beautifully soft face still held a smile, though a faint blush tinged her cheeks. Her eyes, narrowed into slits, now opened wide, reflecting Yan Zhen’s image.
“Little Yan Zhen, don’t just look for inspiration—actually find some~”
Yan Zhen snapped back to his senses and quickly said, “I-I’ve got plenty of inspiration now, Great-Aunt. Please cover up!”
“Hmm? Really?”
“Absolutely! Everyone here loves water, and your mystic power is water attribute, so let’s theme everything around water.”
Yan Zhen racked his brain as he spoke. “Let me throw out some ideas for you all to hear. If you don’t like them, I’ll tweak them. Starting with Aunt: how about ice crystal snowflake patterns? Something like this.”
He summoned his spiritual power and condensed a matching design in the air.
Shui Bailan recognized it at a glance—it was the little phenomenon that appeared when she circulated her energy.
Ice crystals drifting, snowflakes dancing.
So the boy had been paying close attention to her all along!
“What do you think, Aunt?”
“It’s great. I just wonder what it’ll look like embroidered on the bra.”
“Oh, hold on, Aunt. Let me put it together for you.”
Yan Zhen channeled more spiritual power, imprinting the ice crystal snowflake pattern onto a blue-white bra. He even added a few tiny sparkling gems—dazzling and gorgeous.
The women’s eyes lit up.
Undergarments were intimate wear, so jewels were rarely added to avoid discomfort. But the bow in the center cup wouldn’t be affected.
“How’s that?”
Shui Bailan’s breathing quickened slightly. She looked at Yan Zhen with ever more heated eyes but restrained herself and smiled warmly. “I love it. You’re amazing, Yan Zhen.”
Yan Zhen chuckled awkwardly to mask his embarrassment. “Great, that’s settled for Aunt then. Next up, the mentor.”
Mentor Yu Xuan held her breath, staring intently at Yan Zhen in anticipation of his surprise.
Yan Zhen blinked and said, “Maybe we should keep the mentor’s a secret—”
Irritated, she snapped coquettishly, “Tell me now!”
“For the mentor, how about rippling wave edges? Like this.”
“Why waves?”
“Because on the surface, you’re refined and elegant, but inside, you’re prone to surging passions.”
“Nonsense! I’m not.”
Called out, Mentor Yu Xuan’s face flushed red with shame.
Yan Zhen coughed twice. “As for Great-Aunt, Little Aunt, and Mother-in-Law, we could try other water styles—like water-textured fabric, or even Water Cicada Garment material…”
As he explained, he conjured samples with his spiritual power. The women felt their hearts race; every design captivated them.
Once finished, Yan Zhen sighed in relief—only to find everyone gazing at him with fiery intensity.
Dean Yu Qing was in high spirits and rarely praised him. “Not bad at all. Hurry up and draw detailed blueprints for the family tailors.”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly. “No rush, Little Aunt. I’ll have them done before we leave.”
“Who’s rushing? You’ve been dragging your feet ever since you promised us. That’s a bad habit.”
“My bad this time. Let me apologize to Little Aunt.”
“You… fine, as long as you know you’re wrong!”
“…”
Yan Zhen suddenly realized that if you stroked Dean Little Aunt’s fur the right way, she was surprisingly easy to handle—like Cai Lian.
Cai Lian wouldn’t push her luck, though. Little Aunt might, if not for holding back in front of Mother-in-Law, the Family Head.
“Let’s leave the undergarments there,” the Family Head Yu Lu interjected. “As a man, you’re not really suited for this. We don’t want rumors flying.”
“No need to worry, Mother-in-Law. It’ll have no impact on me,” Yan Zhen said confidently. “I do what I want and never regret it.”
The Family Head Yu Lu nodded approvingly. “To have such resolve at your age is rare. No wonder you’re the Technique Saint Lord’s sole personal disciple.”
Elder Yu Yan fretted playfully. “Little Yan Zhen’s perfect in every way. What if our Xuan’er isn’t good enough for him?”
At that, Mentor Yu Xuan bristled. “Great-Aunt~~~ How can you say that!”
Elder Yu Yan grinned slyly like a cat. “I’m just worried you might not handle the pressure.”
Mentor Yu Xuan was speechless. He was a reincarnator—if she still felt pressure from this, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative back then.
“So what do you mean, Great-Aunt?”
“If you can’t bear it alone, share the load with companions. That’s what mature adults do.” Elder Yu Yan’s smile widened like a sly cat’s. “One isn’t enough? Add another. Two not sufficient? Make it three.”
“So…?”
“Why don’t we all share Little Yan Zhen together… okay?”
The atmosphere in the bath suddenly froze, just like when Elder Yu Yan had boldly bared herself before Yan Zhen moments ago.
Yan Zhen’s heart nearly stopped. Was Elder Great-Aunt finally laying her cards on the table?
Mentor Yu Xuan had been mentally prepared, but hearing Great-Aunt spell it out so bluntly still frustrated her. Dropping the pretense, she asked directly, “Does Great-Aunt like Yan Zhen too?”
Elder Yu Yan smiled sweetly. “Of course. Little Yan Zhen’s so adorable—who wouldn’t? Right, Little Qing? Little Bailan?”
Called out, Dean Yu Qing and Grand Mentor Shui Bailan tensed. They glanced at their sulky niece/niece-in-law and murmured, “He’s… okay, I suppose.”
“Cough. Yeah, pretty cute.”
Their replies were tactful, but everyone could tell they leaned toward agreement.
The Family Head Yu Lu furrowed her delicate brows, glancing at her younger sister and sister-in-law before turning to her elder sister. “I’ve already discussed the matter of Yan Zhen’s concubines with him. There’s no need for this, Sister.”
Elder Yu Yan feigned distress again. “But I’ve already told Little Yan Zhen I’d serve him alongside Xuan’er. Xiao Lu, do you object?”
“What?!”
The revelation shocked them all.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh. Eight pairs of eyes locked onto Yan Zhen in unison, piling on the pressure until he felt like shrinking into a ball.
—Great-Aunt, nooooo!
Yan Zhen’s mind collapsed. He’d thought Elder Great-Aunt would hash this out privately with Mentor Yu Xuan and Family Head Mother-in-Law. He never expected this backstab!
—I’m done for. They’ll gang up and tear me apart—five women ripping me to shreds!
In that instant, Yan Zhen could almost see Lady Luck smirking down at him from the heavens.
