Chaotic World Book-Chapter 1166 - 881: The Crumbling Alliance

Outside the window, Yue the Heroine was hanging upside down as she stealthily investigated the water pavilion, her teeth itching with anger.

Indeed, there are dogs!

The window paper was silently pierced, and a tube was inserted to blow in a whiff of sleep-inducing smoke. The heroine waved her hand quietly, and a swarm of mosquitoes drilled in through the tube, buzzing furiously.

A flash of red, and the heroine disappeared.

Ling Ruoyu, stealthily following from afar to learn from the master, was astonished, wondering if this was indeed her teacher?

Unfortunately, this was just a trivial act of anger from the heroine, ineffective against the philanderers inside.

The smoke was certainly ineffective, and even mosquitoes cultivated by the Spirit Clan could not approach them. A burst of Divine Thought from Zhao Changhe would kill them all. The only effect was a temporary buzzing noise, announcing: Your affair has been discovered.

Just enough to annoy them, and surely making passionate entanglement difficult to continue, achieving an interruption.

This was Yue Hongling's thought, but unfortunately, the philanderers did not care at all, continuing as if nothing had happened after killing the mosquitoes.

Actually, for Zhao Changhe, tonight's dual cultivation had other significances beyond simply getting intimate with the long-dormant Tang Wanju.

In the evening, deeply feeling the changes brought by time, which had a great impact on cultivation, though the complexity of things did not allow time for calm reflection. Now, with everything settled, the fleeting moment that touched his heart strings was accompanied by Wanzhuang in dual cultivation, bringing forth insights amidst tenderness.

Previously, through the Heavenly Book, he sensed the changes of time and traversed the long river of years, all of which were different.

Never had he experienced such a direct feeling. Upon awakening, old friends once in their prime now had white hair and children around their knees; turning back, Wanzhuang's appearance remained unchanged, calmly standing in Jiangnan. That moment of touch could not be exchanged for ten pages of the Heavenly Book, for it came only from truly enduring the passage of time.

Like the rich experiences old folks go through, far from what young people can feasibly empathize with by reading; having not experienced it, is having not experienced it.

Perhaps the true value of these thirty years in slumber is not simply to restore the body like Transferring Skill but rather to distill the essence of time.

Tang Wanju slightly gasped, half-opening her misty eyes, sensing the energy circulating in dual cultivation was even more potent than before, and Changhe seemed to be growing stronger, along with her own and Bao Qin's energy.

Most wondrous was the experience; clearly, there was vigorous activity on the bed, yet the surrounding white smoke remained absolutely still. A group of mosquitoes hovered on the outer rim, similarly frozen in mid-air, creating an inexplicably bizarre environment.

Time-space stasis?

Half flowing, half static.

Tang Wanju's body suddenly trembled, ready to reach the peak.

Zhao Changhe's movements abruptly stopped, his voice now heard: "Are you still ignoring me?"

Tang Wanju, exasperated: "Saying this now?"

Aren't you cultivating, isn't multitasking without hindrance exactly what your Imperial Realm Third Layer signifies?

Zhao Changhe persisted: "Ignoring or not?"

"No, not ignoring..."

"Then what should you say?"

Tang Wanju lightly bit her lip, whispering: "Changhe... I miss you so much..."

"Boom!" The attack speed surged, the final assault arrived. Tang Wanju's sea of consciousness was like struck by Thunder, completely disorganized, leaving her speechless.

Zhao Changhe embraced Bao Qin next to him, intending to continue.

Bao Qin moaned: "Sir... I haven't rested enough..."

Zhao Changhe touched her lips: "Then engage your talent?"

Bao Qin cast him a simultaneously fond and resentful glance, then receded.

Tang Wanju slightly regained clarity, spitting lightly as she recalled where she learned those sly moves...

Oh, we used to study illustrations together, so it's fine.

Watching Bao Qin's act of serving, Tang Wanju hesitated for a moment, laboriously moved closer, kissing his chest.

Zhao Changhe looked down at the ever-dignified and elegant Prime Minister's flushed face, unable to take his eyes off.

Tang Wanju's voice was barely audible: "Stop looking... I don't know how I'll face them tomorrow..."

"As long as we're not embarrassed, the embarrassment falls on others."

Tang Wanju agreed; if Bao Qin wasn't embarrassed, neither was she.

She served for a while before gradually sliding downward, joining Bao Qin.

He was too strong; two women were not quite enough.

...

The next morning, the whole household gathered in the courtyard for breakfast, everyone's eyes occasionally surveying Tang Wanju and her attendant.

Ling Ruoyu secretly kept looking at the expression of the mosquito-feeding trio, focusing on whether they had any bumps on their faces. Finally, she found no odd expression or bumps.

Unfortunately, the scene of imagined three people knocked out feeding mosquitoes did not happen, Ling Ruoyu thought that she could try the same trick herself while walking in Worldly Society in the future.

Except for Yue Hongling and her disciple, others did not engage Divine Sense to snoop around and see if anyone had been sneaking food; for now, everyone could only confirm Zhao Changhe slept in Bao Qin's room last night.

Tang Wanju did not overtly declare she had stolen the proverbial food, but her nourished, radiant face resembling a blooming begonia, her spring-like, charming elegance, seemed to prove something. Yet she didn't admit it, and others could not question such with words, each peering suspiciously back and forth.

Visibly, the unabashed Bao Qin clung to Zhao Changhe, helping him with dishes: "Sir, eat this..."

"Crack", Huangfu Qing snapped his chopsticks.

Bao Qin was now fulfilling her duty to the Lord, openly showcasing affection to those seasoned women. After all, the Emperor had never cowed before Huangfu Qing even when he was still a rookie, and still held no fear now. No matter how loudly Huangfu Qing snapped the chopsticks, Bao Qin remained indifferent, her charm undiminished: "Should Bao Qin feed with her mouth?"