With her perception retracted, she could still hear increasingly enchanting voices emanating from the hall, which made her feel a burning and tingling sensation, as if igniting a wicked fire within her.

The delicate body, with its slender waist and broad shoulders akin to a mermaid, couldn't help but tremble, and 'Xiao Yinruo' instinctively clenched her legs, a blush rising on her delicate face.

She couldn't help but glance at her good disciple a few more times. Indeed, after a year he had grown once more, whereas she had always been easy to decipher, wouldn't she then be...

Just thinking about that scene made 'Xiao Yinruo' feel both fearful and desirous, followed by a sense of being speechless.

Clearly, she was the Black Phoenix, the Demon Saint, so why did she just happen to have a body so 'incapable of bearing burdens'?

It was rather unfair.

Sighing softly, she chose to block out all perceptions and stared blankly into the distance.

Who knows how long had passed, when she saw Dongfang Xinglan emerge from Chang'an Hall, followed by the court officials.

'Xiao Yinruo' raised her eyebrow lightly, a purple light flashed in her eyes, realizing Dongfang Xinglan was no longer a virgin, likely due to her good disciple's handiwork.

Otherwise, her good disciple wouldn't be so wholeheartedly assisting her.

So, this little girl was going to be involved too?

Hmm... it's an opportunity to observe this girl's bed behavior and her combat effectiveness.

'Xiao Yinruo' mused inwardly, wondering if this girl is a weakling, which would be oh so nice... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

In front of Chang'an Hall, Dongfang Xinglan spoke as she walked: "The tasks that need to be done at present are these. You all must complete them for me, if there's any mistake, you'll answer to me!"

The ministers hurriedly responded, Xu Zhengyue then asked, "The Three Great Dynasties have harbored grudges for long. After I conquer Jiuli and Shenmiao, how should we proceed?"

"Replace them!" Dongfang Xinglan replied casually, "Cultivators differ in their talents, and in the attributes of their spiritual power. Regions are the same; the distribution range and density of nature's spiritual energy varies. By dividing them regionally, it would be suitable for cultivation."

"I understand, Your Majesty."

"And," Dongfang Xinglan continued, "Once you've invaded Jiuli and Shenmiao, you'll also sweep clean their Jianghu. Do you understand?"

"I accept the decree."

"You all may withdraw." Dongfang Xinglan paused slightly: "Today, if there's nothing important, don't ask to see me. If anything arises, tell Ming Lan first."

After giving instructions, Dongfang Xinglan proceeded directly to Yangxin Hall, her personal maid Ming Lan tagging closely behind: "Your Majesty, you've hardly eaten lunch. Shall I have the dining room prepare some..."

"There's no need now," Dongfang Xinglan interrupted: "Deliver it to Yangxin Hall's doorstep at 7:15 PM."

Ming Lan blinked: "Understood, Your Majesty."

"Once you yourself have cultivated later, even if you don't eat, you'll have no issues." Dongfang Xinglan patted Ming Lan's head: "Alright, go stroll around for a bit, do not let anyone get near Yangxin Hall."

Saying this, she arrived straight at the doorway of Yangxin Hall, hearing the voices inside, she pushed the door open and walked in.

Cold wind swept into the room, seemingly diluting the fruity aroma slightly, causing Zhu Nanzhi and Mu Qingyue's voices to cease abruptly.

The two women lying on the table looked towards the door simultaneously.

Out of instinct, Zhu Nanzhi, with her round and slender legs clad in over-the-knee white silk stockings, hugged her husband tighter.

Standing in front of Nanzhi, with her right hand on her senior sister, Lu Jin'an also glanced at Dongfang Xinglan who inserted the latch on the door: "What's the rush?"

"The eunuchs in the palace have long been dismissed, and there are no palace maids nearby." Dongfang Xinglan glanced over, first pausing momentarily on Mu Qingyue's face.

It turned out this Mu Jianxian wasn't truly blind, and once removed the blindfold, her appearance was indeed stunning, easily capturing everyone's gaze.

She next looked towards the one with a face exuding national stability, Saintess Zhu, and smiled slightly: "I just wanted to hurry over to greet you two, sisters."

While greeting them, she couldn't help but think to herself, the men she fancied all consumed only fine bran, these two weren't only beautiful in appearance, but physically unblemished as well.

Especially the Saintess of Qingmiao Palace, radiant and smooth, skin exuding a fragrant sheen akin to exquisite jade, entirely like a tender little lamb.

"Not the best time for greetings, is it?" Zhu Nanzhi grabbed a dress beside her, covering her body. Although she had her suspicions, Dongfang Xinglan was still a stranger to her.

Dongfang Xinglan took in the expressions of the two women, hmm, Lu Shengzi's senior sister Mu Jianxian was more unrestrained compared to Saintess Zhu.

However, it seemed that Saintess Zhu had more authority within the Lu Family.

Thinking this, she loosened her clothes and said slowly, "I think honest exchange is the fastest way to understand each other."

Watching her actions, Zhu Nanzhi remembered that her husband had already told her about Dongfang Xinglan's matters, so the absence of the virginity mark was expected, she inadvertently glanced at Xinglan's chest and felt relieved.

Hmm, quite similar to hers, perhaps somewhat inferior.

It seemed she was not the bottom...

Thinking this, Zhu Nanzhi hummed softly: "Well, you have to get in line."

Dongfang Xinglan said softly, "I arrived later, naturally I won't compete with you, sisters."

Saying this, she took a closer look at Zhu Nanzhi's pair of soft, beautiful legs... Luo Socks?

Outside the border sure has all sorts of strange things, but indeed oddly suited to this Saintess Zhu.

And Mu Jianxian, though rather lean, provides a strong visual impact with her slender frame, yet somehow doesn't seem burdensome...

What did she grow up eating?

For a Sword Cultivator, such a physique doesn't seem ideal for combat, does it?

Thinking this, Dongfang Xinglan spoke while walking, "You two sisters carry on, I'll go play with Zhiyu for a while."

Early on, when Dongfang Xinglan came in, Zhiyu was already pretending to fiddle with the treasures he had amassed on the bed, so upon glancing at him, Lu Jin'an and the others didn't think much of it.

Zhu Nanzhi withdrew her gaze, and after interacting with Dongfang Xinglan, she found her initial impression of this Empress to be rather good, at least unlike Qingyue, who quarreled with her upon first meeting.

Moreover, with her calling them 'sisters', what a sweet mouth~

With her gaze retracted, Zhu Nanzhi looked to Lu Jin'an; her intertwined white silk-smooth legs gently rubbing against each other: "Husband, let's get on the bed~"

"Hmm?" Lu Jin'an pinched her cheek: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Nanzhi murmured sweetly: "All together~"

Lu Jin'an felt slightly surprised but mostly delighted. This was the first time his White Tiger wife was willing to share, worthy of celebration.

"No rush." Lu Jin'an replied softly, "I'm not done admiring you."

Zhu Nanzhi giggled foolishly, acting spoiled: "Then hold me, won't you?"

"Alright."

Lu Jin'an smiled and lifted his wife, while Mu Qingyue lying on the table looked enviously at this scene.

Not envying the relationship between her junior brother and Nanzhi, but rather envying the pampering her junior brother gives Nanzhi. If only her junior brother could lovingly pamper her, his senior sister, how perfect it would be~

Nonetheless, sitting by and watching... felt nice as well.

In moments like these, Mu Qingyue would often imagine the cold demeanor of her junior brother, feeling... even better.

Sitting at the bedside, Dongfang Xinglan quietly took in Mu Qingyue's expression, oddly intrigued.

Logically, the senior sister and junior brother must have known each other the longest, so why was the senior sister being neglected?

Did something happen?

Should I take the opportunity to console this Mu Jianxian?

Yet, why was Mu Jianxian's breathing growing increasingly rapid?

Dongfang Xinglan furrowed her brow slightly, confused whether it was sorrow or not.

Concurrently, Mu Qingyue's toes tiptoed off the table and approached Lu Jin'an and Zhu Nanzhi.

What did she intend to do?

Dongfang Xinglan's eyes widened as she watched Mu Qingyue stand behind Lu Jin'an, murmuring: "Junior brother, by now your mastery of the Space Rules must be quite adept, correct?"

"Hmm?" Lu Jin'an turned to look at his senior sister's exquisite beauty, momentarily not understanding.

"Share some with me." Mu Qingyue suppressed the excitement in her voice: "Not too much, just the portions Nanzhi can't manage will do."

As long as it's not split in halves, she would be exceptionally thrilled.

Lu Jin'an looked at Mu Qingyue with profound meaning: "Alright."

Space rules applied, Mu Qingyue instantaneously leaned against Lu Jin'an's back.

Dongfang Xinglan couldn't hold back any longer, rising to ask: "What? What are you discussing? What does it have to do with Rule Power? What did you...

Ultimately do?"

No one answered her because they were preoccupied.

Lu Jin'an felt cold, and then he thought, it seems quite addictive.

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