quiet. Pitter-patter, large teardrops fell incessantly from the porcelain-like face, dripping onto the sheets and spreading a dark stain."Woooo...Shangguan Jinghong, you bastard!" Xuen Yuan Rongfei c...“Jealous again You’re as sour as vinegar!” Jun Liye raised an eyebrow, glancing at her puffed-up appearance. He truly loved her to his core. Unable to resist, he reached out and pinched her cheek. He gave a devilishly charming smile, “Don’t worry, this heart method was something I swiped from her back in the day.”

Su Qingying obviously didn't believe it, her heart still sour. "Humph, who would believe that Would Yunling be so foolish To be fooled by you."

Jun Li Ye simply adored her adorable, delicate appearance. He winked and smiled, "She's not stupid, on the contrary, she's quite clever, but she has a fondness for beauty. I used seduction."

Su Qingying: "..."

Holy crap! She's speechless!

"I only have the lower volume of this ancient Yueqin's internal skill manual. Although it's the lower volume, its power shouldn't be underestimated. It should be very helpful for you. Remember carefully:

"

Pay close attention to the pursuit, flex and stretch freely, entering requires oral instruction, skills develop spontaneously through practice.

If one were to ask what standard is used for the body, it would be the spirit and temperament of a loyal subject. Examining this intent closely reveals its purpose: to increase longevity and become an immortal old man.

“Songs are heartfelt and sincere, each word expressing true meaning without omission. If one doesn't diligently seek understanding in this way, all efforts are wasted and sighs of frustration will only follow.”

Jun Liye spoke with a serious expression, but the more he said, the stranger Su Qingying's face became. A sense of confusion suddenly washed over him.

"Damn it, isn't this the secret mantra of Taiji Thirteen Style Are you sure this is Gu Yueqin's internal skill Were you fooled" Su Qingying's eyebrows furrowed deeply into a "川" shape.

Although Jun Li Ye didn't understand what Yun Ling meant by Taiji Thirteen Forms, she would never doubt her. She firmly said, "It's impossible, Yun Ling wouldn't deceive me about this."

"Well, you're quite protective of her, aren't you" Seeing Jun Liye defend their rival so fiercely, the other woman's jealousy boiled over again, sour and biting.

“...”

In the blink of an eye, she had a thought. Su Qingying mumbled to herself beside her, her stunningly beautiful face etched with confusion and fear, "Strange, the incantation for Tai Chi Thirteen Style is from modern times! How could ancient people know it Could Yun Ling also be a time traveler Then wouldn't she be my fellow countryman"

"Ying'er, what are you mumbling about" Jun Li encircled her slender waist, his delicate chin resting affectionately on her shoulder.

The more she thought about it, the more Su Qingying felt that Yun Ling was likely from her hometown. She looked at him eagerly and said, "A Li, where is Yun Ling from I want to meet her."

Their eyes met, filled with unspoken emotions. Jun Liye raised an eyebrow slightly and, in a teasing tone, said, "Yinger, don't be jealous. With your current martial arts skills, you can't beat Yun Ling."

"“……”Su Qingying was speechless for a moment, her brain went blank. After reacting, she immediately angrily retorted, "Damn it! Who's jealous Who wants to fight her! I just asked where she came from! What are you thinking about Also, how do you know I can't beat her Do you underestimate me so much"

"Good girl." Jun Liye smiled mischievously, reaching out to stroke her head and quickly smoothed down her hair.

Su Qingying: "..."

It feels like ten thousand grass mud horses are frolicking wildly in my heart!

Having smoothed her fur, Jun Liye was very satisfied, "Hmm, such a good girl."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingying's hair, which had just relaxed, bristled up again. Several jumping "10" characters hung on her forehead, and her pearly white teeth were ground so hard they almost dripped: "Jun Linyue, are you petting a dog!"

Jun Li's lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She couldn't help but gently kiss her on the lips, just a fleeting touch before pulling away. Su Qingying's heart skipped a beat inexplicably, her cheeks flushing crimson.

Her sensual, rosy lips still glistened with a sheen of moisture, making her even more alluring. Jun Li felt a tightening in his lower abdomen and quickly averted his gaze, otherwise he was worried he wouldn't be able to control himself and take her right here.

"Good girl, little kitten, stop messing around. It's getting late, time to go home."

"You're the wildcat! Your whole family is a bunch of wildcats!" Although her heart fluttered, Su Qingying refused to admit defeat, bickering all the way back with Jun Liye.

Under the silvery moonlight, two figures moved like dragons, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to the West Ming Imperial Palace.

Unknown to anyone, Su Qingying tonight seemed particularly eager to stick with Jun Liye this demon. Watching the man's departing figure, her neck stretched out like an old snake, wishing she could pounce on him.

Muttering insults at her own lack of backbone, Su Qingying struggled to tear her gaze from Jun Liye's retreating figure. She turned and walked back towards Xi'er's residence.

Pushing open the door, Xi'er was sleeping soundly. Su lightly patted her, "Xi'er, Xi'er."

"Princess, why are you still awake at this late hour" Qing Meng was awakened, Xi'er sleepily blinked, drowsy and heavy-eyed.

Su Qingying smiled and said, "I have good news for you. I've already found a scar-removing ointment for you. Your face will recover soon."

"Really Can my face recover Thank you, Princess! Xier thanks you for your trouble." Xier trembled with excitement, instantly forgetting her fatigue.

Glancing at her expected reaction, Su Qingying felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart, "Silly girl, what are you talking about You're mine, and besides, you were dragged into this because of me. Otherwise, how would Lan Feiyu have targeted you"

Xi Er's eyes were red-rimmed, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't speak, only shaking her head. She had never resented Su Qingying, truly.

Su Qingying placed the Bingji Yugugu Paste in her hand, her brows furrowed with concern: "Xi'er, although this Bingji Yugugu Paste has some effect on removing scars, it will cause tearing pain during use. You cannot scratch with your hand or touch the wound. Can you bear it"

"Well, alright, as long as I can recover, no matter what kind of pain I can endure." She had already endured the pain of disfigurement, what else was there to fear

"Alright, if you can't hold it in, just shout it out. It might feel better." Su Qingying was still a little worried.

"Hmm."

The next day, the cold moon set in the west, and the sun rose in the east. The sunrise over the river was more brilliant than fire, with clouds on the horizon glowing red.

The wedding day of Ximeng King Xuan Yuan Feng and Lan Xin Yao arrived in the blink of an eye. Although Xuan Yuan Luo Chen was displeased, he had no choice but to comply with his incompetent younger brother's death threat. Even if he didn't want to, he couldn't ruin his brother's happiness.

Thus, an imperial edict was proclaimed throughout the land, causing universal rejoicing. Ximing's civil and military officials, as well as princes from all over the country, would attend the banquet to celebrate the occasion.

Three suns high in the sky, Su Qingying had been busy all night and had long forgotten about Xuanyuan Che's mess from last night. It wasn't until now that Xi'er dragged her out of bed.

Inside Liuyun Palace, Su Ziyi had been waiting here for a long time. She knew that Su Qingying had secretly slipped out of the palace last night, but she didn't know what she had done. It was still early in the morning, so Su Ziyi didn't urge her.

"Dong Yue Prince, good morning!" After returning, Xuan Yuan Rongfei learned that Xuan Yuan Che was going to marry Lan Xin Yao, so she came to look for Su Qingying, but she couldn't find her. She asked, "Hey Where is Master Qingying Why didn't I see her Today is the day when Seventh Brother and Lan Xin Yao get married, she wouldn't skip it, would she"

Xuan Yuan Rong Fei couldn't forget that her seventh brother and Su Qing Ying had a previous marriage contract. She didn't know if Su Qing Ying still had feelings for her seventh brother.

Ying'er is getting dressed, likely having overslept and missed the appointed time. Please don't mind, Princess Ximing Jiu.

Upon seeing Xuan Yuan Rong Fei, Su Zi Yi was taken aback for a moment before pulling on a friendly yet distant smile. He felt downcast inside. When had his own sister become so close to this princess from the Xuan Yuan royal familyhe even suspected that his son had been stimulated by something, otherwise how could he change his personality so quicklyThe next day, drums pounded and trumpets blared, a mighty wedding procession su...