After finishing breakfast, Deng Tianyu tidied up the bowls and chopsticks.
He accompanied Aunt Rong in sketching for a while, continuing to teach her [Cloud Carved Stone Carving] hand-in-hand.
Perhaps because she had come to terms with things, Qu Qirong did not lose focus this time. She actually smoothly used the stone paper to depict Deng Tianyu’s likeness.
Deng Tianyu smiled slightly: “Aunt Rong is brilliant and clever. You’ve now fully grasped the essence of [Cloud Carved Stone Carving]!”
“It’s just because Tianyu teaches well!” Feeling the warmth on her hand, Qu Qirong smiled charmingly.
Today, she was still wearing a palace dress, but it wasn’t the ink-wash color anymore—she had changed into a light cyan one.
For convenience, her soft, lustrous, three thousand strands of black hair were coiled up, fixed with a simple hairpin.
Beyond that, her stunning face was still bare of makeup and any extra adornments, yet it couldn’t conceal the mature beauty’s dignified and elegant temperament.
At the desk, leaning against the snowy scenery outside and lightly breathing in the delicate fragrance, Deng Tianyu wrapped his arm around Aunt Rong’s slender waist. Just like this, he held her delicate hand, patiently teaching [Cloud Carved Stone Carving].
Qu Qirong, with a charming smile curving at the corner of her lips, gradually outlined the scene she wanted under his guidance.
At this moment, a faint warmth and a strange, budding emotion flowed through the hearts of both.
Sweet, cloying, like an extremely delicious pastry—just a light sip could permeate the heart and lungs.
Qu Qirong was utterly immersed, and even that earlier feeling of not knowing how to face him was gradually dispelled.
Unknowingly, the slanting sun blazed like blood, the evening glow filling the sky, draping a layer of golden gauze over the silver-clad courtyard.
Only then did Deng Tianyu and Qu Qirong realize that several hours had passed without them noticing.
Thump! Thump!
The door was knocked, and Qing’er’s voice sounded:
“Madam, Sir Deng, it’s time for supper!”
Deng Tianyu and Qu Qirong exchanged a smile and walked out together.
Supper was harmonious and cheerful. The four people and one fox still ate in Orchid Pavilion, enjoying the snowy scenery as they dined.
After the meal, Qu Qirong and Deng Tianyu returned to the room.
She instructed Qing’er not to disturb them no matter what.
“Yes, Madam!” Qing’er nodded in acknowledgment.
She clearly understood that the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark concerned the Madam’s safety, and she knew even better the importance of what Sir Deng and the Madam were doing inside.
Ling’er propped her chin on one small hand while the other teased the Heart-Controlling Gu Mother on the stone table: “Qing’er, what method do you think Sir Deng will use to remove this Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark?”
From what she knew, the Yin-Yang Law Heaven’s Yin-Yang curse arts were a system integrating dominance, venomousness, and strangeness into one.
Few who were placed under such curse marks survived.
Yet the Madam had been afflicted with this Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark, and Sir Deng actually had a way to remove it.
Although it was said to take a long time, she was still somewhat curious.
“I’m not sure either; the Madam didn’t tell me.”
“Perhaps Sir Deng has some special method!”
Qing’er said, feeding spirit fruit to the little fox in her arms.
The little fox Yingying half-squinted her fox eyes, enjoying the joy of being hand-fed. From time to time, she also extended a fluffy little paw to poke at the Heart-Controlling Gu Mother opposite.
Under her poking and prodding, the originally very fierce Heart-Controlling Gu Mother was uncharacteristically obedient, not daring to move, afraid of provoking the other party.
In the past two days of interaction, it had already witnessed this Three-Tailed Fox’s might. It had even been pressed to the ground and rubbed a few times by those seemingly harmless little paws.
If its owner hadn’t discovered it in time, it probably would have been cold by now!
…
Meanwhile, in the brightly lit room…
“Tianyu, wait here. I’ll go change my clothes.”
Suppressing the shyness in her heart, Qu Qirong gave a soft instruction before entering the inner chamber.
“Alright, Aunt Rong!” Though Deng Tianyu found it a bit strange, he nodded.
In the inner chamber, Qu Qirong slowly removed her palace dress and intimate undergarments, revealing her flawless body.
Then, she changed into a set of new-style purple undergarments, a Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt, and a pair of Ice Silkworm Black Silk stockings.
These four items were specially made Dharma garments, internally engraved with defensive formations that could prevent the previous accident from happening again.
However, after putting them on and feeling that unfamiliar sense of fluster, an inexplicable shyness welled up in her heart.
Qu Qirong took a deep breath, checked herself in the bronze mirror for a moment, and, finding nothing amiss, finally spoke: “Alright, Tianyu.”
Deng Tianyu skillfully entered the inner chamber and sat on the soft couch.
When his gaze fell upon Aunt Rong, he froze for a moment.
The dignified and elegant Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt perfectly accentuated her lush, seductive curves. Taking a few steps, the stretched bodice couldn’t help but sway, rippling and trembling.
Paired with the sheer-as-cicada-wing Ice Silkworm Black Silk stockings, it fully displayed the languid, fragrant charm of a mature beauty.
For some reason, this scene reminded Deng Tianyu of that night when his Shizun leaned against the moonlight, arching her beautiful rear towards him as he rammed into her fiercely.
Only, that night Ning Wan wore a cheongsam, while before him now, Aunt Rong wore the Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt.
Noticing Deng Tianyu’s gaze, Qu Qirong’s cheeks burned. She explained to herself: “This palace skirt is a special Dharma robe that can prevent the Sword Intent from tearing it apart!”
“I see!” Deng Tianyu showed an expression of understanding.
That way, it could indeed prevent another awkward situation like last time.
After all, the area covered by Sword Intent was around the dantian, and last time, the clothes torn were also in that vicinity.
Otherwise, that social death incident wouldn’t have happened.
Deng Tianyu cleared his mind of stray thoughts and said softly, “Let’s begin.”
“Mm.”
Qu Qirong responded softly, bending her long, exquisite legs and slowly sitting down.
Then, she closed her beautiful eyes and leaned gently into her Tianyu’s embrace, burying her head on his shoulder.
Because when Sword Intent covered her dantian, her whole body would inevitably go weak and limp. Even if she could hold on for a while, she’d soon fall backward, so she directly leaned against Deng Tianyu.
This way, not only would it not affect him, but it would also keep him from seeing her shy side.
“Ring… Ring…”
Just like last time, Deng Tianyu’s palm formed a hollow grasp as he condensed the two strands of Sword Intent—Spring Vitality and Summer Growth—slowly covering the same area as before.
A strange sensation hit her, and Qu Qirong’s delicate body trembled. Biting her red lips tightly, a layer of peach red instantly spread across her jade face. She could only clench her hands, preventing herself from making any sound.
However, those beautiful eyes had already begun to gather a hazy mistiness. Beneath the hem of the Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt, her lotus feet were tightly tensed together. Her ten tender, white toes, like blue butterflies, tugged at the Ice Silkworm Black Silk.
“Aunt Rong, this time I will speed up the progress and try to draw out more Baleful Yang Energy.”
“Only by refining a little more each time will we have enough time later.”
Deng Tianyu’s expression was solemn as he gave the instruction, simultaneously releasing his Spiritual Sense. Once again using the fused Sword Intent, he arrived at where the sealing restriction was, cut open a small gap, and began extracting.
“Mm~ Tianyu, do your utmost to refine it… Aunt Rong will endure it!”
Qu Qirong’s long, narrow eyelashes trembled. She let out a soft, sticky moan. Her red lips parted slightly as she gazed at him with a dreamy expression.
