Outside the Inner Study.

Ling Qiyue, Tang Qiu Yao, and the other women had been waiting for over an hour, their brows knitted in silent concern.

"...Senior Sister, should we..."

Before Tang Qiu Yao could finish, Ling Qiyue silenced her with a look.

"In this situation, there’s no point in doing anything,"

Ling Qiyue sighed softly. "We can only wait and see what our husband and she agree upon."

Fu Yin Xue muttered, "She already stole our man, and now she’s planning to take everything, not even leaving us the scraps? Isn’t that too much?"

"Tell me about it."

Meng Feiyu smiled. "Actually, sisters, you don’t need to worry. If the talks really fall apart, Sister Qingtan and I still have ways to deal with her."

Xue Qingtan nodded, then shook her head. "Dealing with her alone is no problem, of course. But the power of the entire Deep Sea Dragon Race is still not something we can challenge right now."

As Reincarnated Great Powers, the memories, experience, and strength they had recovered so far made dealing with a single Nascent Soul True Monarch a trivial matter.

But against the old monsters of the Deep Sea Dragon Race, the two of them were currently helpless.

They could only consider such a major undertaking after their Cultivation returned to the Nascent Soul True Monarch Realm and they opened the treasure-filled Secret Vaults left behind from their past lives to obtain the opportunities within.

Ling Qiyue forced a smile. "Let’s not worry for now. Maybe it won’t come to a complete fallout. As long as our husband can persuade her."

"That’s not a given."

Ling Zhiqing pouted. That Princess Long Nu might seem easygoing on the surface, but deep down, she was a proud and domineering sort. She wouldn’t be that easy to reason with.

...

Inside the Inner Study.

Embroidered curtains hung low, and a faint, sweet fragrance filled the air. The fierce battle on the Beautiful Jade Embroidery Couch had come to an end.

Luo Qingxuan’s beautiful, jade-like face was flushed crimson. Her waterfall of glossy black hair was fanned out behind her. Her slender arms and long legs were still wrapped tightly around Ling Changqing, her dazzling, snow-white skin flushed an alluring rose-red.

"...You fiend. I’ll let you pass... for now."

she murmured, her cherry lips slightly parted, her voice soft and tender.

"Even if I didn’t pass, there’s nothing I could do. I don’t have a single drop left."

Ling Changqing said helplessly, gently caressing her fragrant, smooth, and shockingly supple skin.

"No, you still have more!"

Luo Qingxuan shot him a coquettish glare, her lustrous, beautiful eyes brimming with allure.

Ling Changqing let out a soft breath and asked gently, "How did you find your way here? There must be a lot of eyes on you outside, right?"

Luo Qingxuan said softly, "The Dragon Race’s profound resources are not to be underestimated. With my mother’s help, it was possible to slip away alone without anyone noticing."

In other words, aside from Bai Qingyi, not even Luo Qingxuan’s own sisters or her most trusted personal Maids knew. They all thought she was still in closed-door cultivation in the Secret Hall.

After the last incident, Luo Qingxuan had learned her lesson. She was no longer ostentatious in any way, acting with low-key discretion at every turn. She was almost like a completely different person.

"So, what do you plan to do now, my dear?"

Ling Changqing asked.

’He was incredibly nervous. If Luo Qingxuan insists on taking me with her, I definitely won’t yield. I’m afraid our fated connection will end here and now.’

"If I wanted you, my husband, to go back with me, you would definitely refuse, wouldn’t you?"

Luo Qingxuan gracefully rolled on top of him, looking down with her large, shimmering eyes as if trying to see right through to his heart.

"You’re right. That’s exactly what I was thinking."

Ling Changqing admitted frankly.

’No matter what, I really can’t give in to her on this, regardless of how she tries to threaten or entice me.’

"Since you won’t come with me, my husband, then I have no choice but to go with you."

Luo Qingxuan said quietly.

’Before I came here, I had already considered this question countless times.’

’To continue my intimate relationship with the Child of Destiny, this might be the only viable option.’

’Otherwise, should I really use both carrot and stick to force Ling Changqing out of the Feiyu Sea Region?’

’Ling Changqing might indeed leave this place, but he would never go to the Deep Sea Dragon Palace. Instead, he would disappear from my life forever, never to have anything to do with me again.’

Ling Changqing breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her voluptuous, enchanting body close. "In that case, my dear, you should stay here from now on!"

"Mmm..."

Luo Qingxuan lowered her head, her glossy, alluring lips pressing hard against his, and the flames of battle were rekindled.

In truth, this was the best possible outcome for both of them.

Otherwise, if the news that the Child of Destiny had appeared were to spread again, it would inevitably trigger one bloody storm after another, sweeping across the entire Qingyao Continent.

As long as she could lay low with Ling Changqing, Luo Qingxuan’s path to the Great Dao would be smooth sailing, free from karmic tribulations. Her future ascension to the Divinity Transformation Realm would be a certainty.

After dozens of rounds of arduous Cultivation, trying out every position imaginable, an exhausted Ling Changqing, his lamp drained of oil, finally had to shamefully beg for mercy. Only then did a satisfied Luo Qingxuan let him go.

In this sort of activity, women naturally have the advantage. Coupled with the absolute disparity in their Cultivation, Ling Changqing’s defeat was inevitable.

If he wanted to turn the tables and become the master, he would probably have to wait until he became a Nascent Soul True Monarch, or even a Divinity Transformation Powerhouse.

"Shouldn’t we get up? Sister Yue and the others have probably been waiting outside for quite some time!"

Ling Changqing released the large, milky-white snowballs, speaking weakly.

"Hmph. Don’t forget to come and repay your debt every day from now on, my husband!"

Luo Qingxuan said with a broad smile, grinding her voluptuous and enchanting body against him forcefully one last time before reluctantly letting him go.