Sure! Here's the translation of the text from the Chinese novel:

The sunlight was just right, falling upon the Yangxin Hall of the palace, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold weather.

Though it was daytime, it didn't affect the heat within the hall at all.

Lu Jin'an, embraced by Nanzhi and his Senior Sister from front and back, had tense and firm lines at his waist, yet he trembled slightly as if affected by the cold.

In his embrace, Nanzhi was like a snow sheep, her fair body delicate and curvaceous, jade-like toes stretched flat, snow-white feet entwined, and deep blue-black hair with a satin-like fine luster spilled over her shoulders and back, flowing smoothly and freely like the pure moonlight, exceedingly charming.

The beauty's jaw, smooth as snow and beautifully contoured, gently tilted upward, as her cherry-colored lips touched Lu Jin'an's nose, displaying intimacy.

Behind Lu Jin'an, Mu Qingyue clung tightly to his back, her ten long fingers, as slender as spring bamboo shoots, resting on his shoulders, occasionally stretching, as if bearing some form of endurance.

Her silvery-white hair, tied into a ponytail, swayed gently, while she stood on tiptoe with her long legs perfectly straight, outlining the slender waist and the soft curves of her hips and legs in vivid detail.

"Junior Brother..."

She murmured softly, emotions difficult to articulate flowing through her brows and eyes. Her Innate Ice Attribute Spiritual Power had made her skin delicate and firm, and now this long-lost contact with her Junior Brother elicited quite a reaction.

She loved it.

And Lu Jin'an loved it even more. Though Nanzhi and Senior Sister's physiques were not opposites, compared to Senior Sister, the normal body temperature seemed rather warm.

Thus, at this moment, truly embraced by both, he was immersed in an indescribable atmosphere, hardly able to spare any thoughts for other matters.

At the bedside, Dongfang Xinglan widened her eyes at this scene, still unable to comprehend what Lu Jin'an had indeed done.

What about the Space Rules?

As she pondered, she heard a playful "Oh~" sound from beside her.

Dongfang Xinglan instinctively turned to look, only to see Zhiyu fiddling with two jade cups procured from the treasure trove, spinning one by using a Jade Dragon Hairpin.

What puzzled Dongfang Xinglan was that though Zhiyu hadn't done anything to the other jade cup, it swirled around together with the first.

Like performing acrobatics.

Hm?

What's the matter?

Curiosity peaked, Dongfang Xinglan leaned closer, noticing that the part of the hairpin inside the spinning jade cup, near the rim, had… vanished?

Vanished?

Dongfang Xinglan quickly looked toward the other jade cup and indeed…

Suddenly, she comprehended.

That's what it meant.

Could it even be done this way?

A feeling of disbelief hovered in her mind, as Dongfang Xinglan looked at Lu Jin'an, wondering if he played so boldly?

Wasn't he afraid of any accidents that might lead him to have no descendants?

Oh… there's no need to worry about that; besides his physique's strength, his body, having established seven Dao Palaces, can achieve limb regeneration…

But no matter, wasn't this too far-fetched?

Isn't the Spell used for defeating enemies?

Used for this kind of matter, how could it be appropriate!?

Dongfang Xinglan tightly pursed her cherry lips, knowing this seemed wrong, yet upon seeing Zhu Nanzhi and Mu Qingyue's expressions, she also felt an urge to try it.

She, an ambitious emperor, enjoyed challenges.

But, upon second thought, even if Lu Jin'an could achieve such division, limited by his own strength, it wouldn't be quite sufficient...

How dull.

With that thought, Dongfang Xinglan turned again to look at Zhiyu, her gaze twinkling, wondering if this little girl was doing it intentionally or inadvertently?

"Sister Xinglan, it's really fun~"

Zhiyu chuckled sillily, then used a hairpin to play with four jade cups. Watching her simple-minded demeanor, Dongfang Xinglan felt she might have overthought it.

Even though Zhiyu had grown large at the treasure trove, releasing incomparable pressure, in the subsequent period since turning back, she appeared consistently dim-witted.

Presumably, Zhiyu's current state was her norm.

Dongfang Xinglan no longer dwelled on it, again looking at the three people on the floor.

In her eyes, the most striking contrast at this moment was happening with Saintess Zhu, who exuded a cold and refined temperament.

On her long, graceful body, her jade foot clad in white silk was simultaneously cute and sexy, shrouded in a layer of ethereal mist. Between her hips and legs, the contours seemed like a peach, strikingly aesthetic.

Especially the sweat running downward along the thighs, painting casual patterns over the thin white silk — highly alluring.

Additionally, within her mouth, suppressed tender sentiments cause whomever observing to surge up the feeling of pity, desiring to mess with this gracefully cold and sacred Saintess.

Dongfang Xinglan pressed her lips together. Although she hadn't seen herself in such a state, presumably... about the same?

Thinking so, Lu Jin'an, seemingly coming out of his reminiscence, intertwined his fingers with Zhu Nanzhi's, while holding onto Mu Qingyue's hand.

He rested his head and neck upon Zhu Nanzhi's sleek and fragrant shoulder, burying it into her disheveled deep green locks, feeling her delicate warmth and rise and fall, planting soft kisses along her ear's exquisite curves.

The azure gemstone earrings dangled and swayed, seemingly reflecting Zhu Nanzhi's mood at this moment.

Then, Dongfang Xinglan gradually noticed that the Sword Immortal Mu Jianxian, now gave Lu Jin'an a massage-like touch over his back, her beautiful gaze and brows evoking a breathtaking allure.

"Junior Brother, let me help you…"

She, inherently extremely beautiful, clearly Lu Jin'an's Senior Sister but now appeared to be serving him like a maid, assisting him along.

Dongfang Xinglan held her breath, clearly feeling something was amiss, yet this contradictory atmosphere gave her an indescribably peculiar feeling.