In the tea room, the Family Head Yu Lu clutched her dhoti with one hand to cover her impressive bosom. She slowly sat up from the carpet, then turned her back to Yan Zhen and slipped her clothes back on.
Only after tidying her attire did she turn around. Her face had returned to its usual indifference, though a faint trace of lingering desire and allure still flickered between her brows.
She gazed at the handsome youth sitting obediently before her and drew a deep breath. “I’m letting this offense slide,” she said flatly. “Leave the Yu Family at once, and don’t come here alone again.”
Yan Zhen sounded displeased. “Why say things like that? You clearly enjoyed it.”
“I did not!” the Family Head Yu Lu shot back. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Oh.” Yan Zhen didn’t seem bothered. “Then why didn’t you fight back?”
“It was… just a moment of carelessness!”
“You’re lying.”
“Believe whatever you want!”
“I don’t… but I’ve got proof.”
With that, Yan Zhen pulled out a new Reflecting Light Mirror. This was the exclusive model he’d received upon becoming the Saint Son, packed with more advanced features than the standard versions.
He channeled a wisp of mystic power into it. As the talisman patterns glowed to life, the mirror’s surface replayed the scene that had just unfolded in the tea room:
A handsome youth with a hint of boyish innocence sprawled atop the chest of a dignified, elegant beauty. One of her arms cradled his back while the other rested on the nape of his neck. She caressed him from time to time, her soft moans like music from the heavens.
A closer look at the beauty’s face revealed an expression of dazed rapture, utterly devoid of resistance. Quite the opposite—she was lost in the moment, clearly savoring every second. Her porcelain legs beneath her skirt rubbed together restlessly as well.
In the footage’s climax, the beauty suddenly arched her waist and tensed her legs, a muffled whimper escaping her lips. Only after a long moment did her mature, voluptuous body go fully limp, as if overwhelmed by the youth’s skillful fingers. It was unmistakable proof that she’d been a willing participant, not coerced.
The Family Head Yu Lu stared in stunned silence. She never imagined this rascal would record the whole thing with a Reflecting Light Mirror, leaving her with no defense.
“You—you! Give me that thing!”
“No chance.” Yan Zhen tucked it away. “This is Saint Son exclusive gear. Only folks on Holy Son Peak can use it. Anyone else caught with it gets in serious trouble.”
The Family Head Yu Lu fixed him with a cold glare. “What do you want from me, exactly? Don’t think becoming the Saint Son lets you trample a defenseless widow and her daughters from the Yu Family!”
Yan Zhen shook his head with feigned innocence. “I respect the matriarch a lot, and I like you too. Heart~ muah~”
【……】
The Family Head Yu Lu seethed inwardly.
Her wings had hardened—he wasn’t intimidated by her stern face anymore. No, truth be told, she’d lost control earlier. If she’d been firmer from the start, he wouldn’t have succeeded, and she wouldn’t be in this bind.
After some internal debate, she relented. “Hand over the Lotus Root Man.”
Yan Zhen obediently offered the Golden Lotus Root Man Pendant.
She snatched it from his hand and slipped it into her sleeve. “I refuse to believe the Holy Land will let you marry both Xiao Qing and my sister. Without proper status, they’ll always be Yu Family women. And I won’t let you defile them then.”
Yan Zhen pouted. “Defile? That’s such an ugly word. I’m good to them—always have been.”
“Enough chatter. Delete that recording now.”
“Oh, deleted.”
“You didn’t even pull it out.”
“I erased it with my mind. Saint Son models are different—super convenient.”
“…”
The Family Head Yu Lu told herself not to waste breath on this cheeky little monkey. “If that’s all, get out. I’m not in the mood to play host.”
Yan Zhen blinked at her. “And that’s it?”
“What more do you want?”
“Like I said before—once I touch someone, they’re mine. So—”
His eerie tone made the Family Head Yu Lu’s eyes widen in shock. Worse still, she wasn’t even angry; a secret thrill stirred in her heart instead. She masked it with a furious scowl. “In your dreams! One more word like that, and I’ll sew your mouth shut!”
“Fine, we’ll call it even for now.” Yan Zhen backed off and shifted gears. “It’s getting late. I can’t head back easily.”
She relaxed a fraction. “Go outside and have a servant take you to Xuan’er’s courtyard.”
“No thanks. I want to stay here.”
“…Then go find Xuan’er’s room yourself. I’m off to bathe!”
The Family Head’s Great Courtyard still had the room Mentor Yu Xuan used as a child. Yan Zhen had stayed there before and knew the way, but he planted himself stubbornly.
“I need to wash up too.”
The Family Head Yu Lu furrowed her fine brows. “Do it yourself.”
“I want someone to scrub my back.”
“Call for a servant girl outside. One will help.”
“Not used to it.”
“Then skip the bath.”
Yan Zhen smacked his palm like a lightbulb had gone off. “How about we bathe together, Matriarch? You scrub mine, I’ll scrub yours?”
She shot him a sidelong glance, ignored the suggestion, rose, stepped past him, and left the tea room.
Yan Zhen hurried after her, trailing the aloof beauty step for step like her shadow.
“Come on, Matriarch~”
She tuned him out, picked up her pace, rounded several corners, and reached the bath chamber. She slammed the door shut behind her, stranding Yan Zhen outside, then leaned against it with a huge sigh of relief.
Her hand flew to her full, heaving breasts. A faint tingle lingered there, as if the boy’s mouth still toyed with them. Her heart hammered wildly beneath.
“This can’t be.”
She was the Yu Family matriarch—nothing like her sister, her younger sister, or her sister-in-law.
The Family Head Yu Lu let out a soft sigh. It took a while for her emotions to settle.
Slowly, she untied her sash and shed her upper robe, dhoti, skirt, and intimate pants. A flawless body of jade emerged, its mature curves irresistibly alluring.
She glanced down. Faint finger marks and teeth impressions marred her chest, just as expected.
Grabbing a fresh towel, she wrapped her porcelain form and glided with graceful steps through the changing area to the edge of the lavish bath pool. There, she let the towel fall and stepped in naked, settling into the water.
The surface lapped just over her peaks, veiling the most enticing view.
With a long sigh, she closed her eyes and savored the hot water’s soothing embrace.
Suddenly, a splash echoed—the sound of something hitting the water. The Family Head Yu Lu’s eyes snapped open. Underwater, a twisting spatial vortex erupted, and a figure burst to the surface.
“Infiltration success!”
Yan Zhen thrust both hands high, striking a triumphant pose, one shout of victory away from completion.
The Family Head Yu Lu gaped at the scoundrel inches away, her face darkening while her mind blanked.
“You—you—”
“Me?”
“How did you even get in here?”
“Oh, I ducked into the Fire Refining Starry Sky first, then remote-controlled the Crystal Pendant through the window. Popped back out, and voilà.”
It was the Yan Clan Infiltration Method—the same trick he’d pulled sneaking into the palace in the City of Water!
Finished explaining, Yan Zhen circled behind her and offered eagerly, “Matriarch, let me scrub your back. I’m great at it.”
