She lightly bit her lower lip, suddenly got up, and walked step by step toward Lu Jin'an.

Mu Qingyue watched her approach, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, unable to hold back any longer... She had long wanted to witness Dongfang Xinglan's performance.

At this moment, Lu Jin'an seemed surrounded by them like a mother teaching her children, while the atmosphere inside the hall began to reach its peak.

Sitting on the bed, Zhiyu played with treasures while sneaking glances over here. In the past, she wouldn't have felt anything because she couldn't understand.

But now, with her growing maturity, she only felt hot.

Then she wondered if her Master could share a bit with her?

After all, she was small...

This little girl lost herself in thought slightly, the dragon tail under her skirt swaying left and right involuntarily. Then, thinking this idea might work, she glanced at her Master's expression, just about to secretly connect with her Master's Space Law when Master Mu's performance made her dismiss the thought.

Wow.

Like discovering a secret, Zhiyu's eyes widened. Master Mu was so formidable. It turns out what Master said before about Senior Sister's strength as a Sword Cultivator being unfathomable... meant this~

At this moment, Zhu Nanzhi, cuddling with her husband, clearly saw Mu Qingyue cast a provocative glance toward Dongfang Xinglan.

Dongfang Xinglan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but... avoid the sharp edge?

How impossible!

That's not her nature!

Her eyes shifted as she whispered in Lu Jin'an's ear, "The Space Magic just now..."

Lu Jin'an paused for a moment but after thinking, decided to challenge the two strongest women simultaneously.

Thus, an unusual color flashed in Mu Qingyue's eyes, Junior Brother actually... got nervous?

Interesting.

She decided to probe more, gradually yielding.

As time passed, the passionate disorder continued, the 'Xiao Yinruo' on the rooftop looking up at the moonlight, displaying a grievance of 'Heavenly Dao's injustice'.

Why couldn't she escape the fate of being at the bottom?

Each of the beauties her good disciple found was stronger than the last?

Could it be that because she was too weak, fate given her good disciple such opportunities?

"Sigh~"

After a long while, 'Xiao Yinruo' sighed wistfully, vanishing from the rooftop.

7:15 PM.

Ming Lan led a group of palace maids carrying prepared dinner to the entrance of Yangxin Hall.

Lu Jin'an set up an array in advance, so they couldn't hear anything.

In Wandao Sect or Qingmiao Palace, he wasn't afraid of Xia Ming or Han Wu overhearing as they were his people, but in the palace city, who knew whether there might be gossiping palace maids?

Royal secrets have always been the favorite topic for discussions after meals.

Though no sound transmitted, there wasn't a trace of light inside the hall either.

Ming Lan glanced curiously, yet dared not disobey Your Majesty's command. She softly said, "Your Majesty, dinner is ready," before quickly leaving with the palace maids.

After a while, the door of Yangxin Hall opened slightly, like a little maid, Zhiyu quickly took the dinner from the entrance inside.

"Master, time to eat~"

Zhiyu pretended not to understand anything, happily serving dinner on the table, kneeling on the stool, joyfully swaying her tail, eyes locked on the delicacies on the table.

She was really hungry.

Unable to get her Master, she imagined turning delicacies into her Master, swallowing small gulps.

On the bed, with the back of his head resting on Nanzhi's soft, smooth thighs, Lu Jin'an closed his eyes, calming his breathing. Zhu Nanzhi, sitting kneeling, gently caressed his face with her azure eyes flashing a hint of distress, a hint of smile.

She had never seen her husband so exhausted.

She lifted her gaze toward Mu Qingyue and Dongfang Xinglan sitting on either side of the bed, her eyes flashing a strange color.

Regardless of Dongfang Xinglan's extraordinary physique talent, Qingyue... was she also performing even more powerfully than before?

In her impression, she hadn't been this formidable... Did Dongfang Xinglan kindle her competitive spirit, making her perform exceptionally?

But physique talent grows limited even affected by realm breakthrough.

Taking these considerations to compare, Mu Qingyue truly had strengthened...

Nonetheless, her breathing was slightly quicker than Dongfang Xinglan's.

Dongfang Xinglan tucked strands of hair behind her ear, her eyes carrying a bit of weariness as she glanced at Mu Qingyue sideways. Though feeling comparing in this matter was somewhat off, this cold Mu Jianxian... was indeed powerful.

"Have a drink first," she whispered. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Mu Qingyue, with lips pursed around strands of her hair, tilted her head to glance at Dongfang Xinglan, her voice still flat as usual, "Okay."

Only where others couldn't see, she gently pinched her outer thigh.

Got carried away... How could she display being too powerful?

Junior Brother... you haven't discovered, have you?

Mu Qingyue sneaked a glance at Lu Jin'an, who was resting with his eyes closed, silently praying that her junior brother hadn't noticed; otherwise, he would definitely feel pity.

Moreover, if she 'surrendered' too late, what if her junior brother lost interest?

Mu Qingyue worriedly pondered and then said to the rising Dongfang Xinglan, "I'll sit for a while first."

Just keep pretending...

And luckily, stopping the fight directly just now let her junior brother take a break.

Mu Qingyue silently thought, finally letting her thoughts fall on Dongfang Xinglan, this woman was indeed strong.

But unfortunately... her stamina couldn't match mine.

After all, ice and fire could slowly adapt, whereas Dongfang Xinglan's physical talent kept her in a state of "harming the enemy by a thousand, but losing eight hundred herself," so in the end, she would inevitably fall behind.

However, Dongfang Xinglan was indeed the opponent most evenly matched with her junior brother.

'Mother is still the weakest.'

Thinking this, Mu Qingyue lay down on the bed, placing the back of her hand over her eyes.

Zhu Nanzhi gave her a strange look, was she just holding on all this time?

While she pondered, she leaned over to help her husband quench his thirst and asked softly, "Your physique is not as good as hers, eh?"

"That's normal, I'm only half-demon, she's purely about body cultivation, not even bothering with Qi cultivation."

"Oh..."

"There's some grape wine, help yourselves..." Dongfang Xinglan turned at the table, her voice suddenly pausing as she exclaimed in surprise again, "What are you doing!?"

She looked at Zhu Nanzhi, eyes filled with disbelief.

"Feeding my husband water~" Zhu Nanzhi laughed playfully, "You should learn~"

"..."

Dongfang Xinglan opened her mouth, speechless, thinking she couldn't possibly be pregnant, otherwise how could she be so relaxed just now?

But, aren't you all disciples of reputable sects?

Why spend all day figuring out these odd spells?

And also...

"Wouldn't it be better to drink something cold now?" Dongfang Xinglan said, as she saw Mu Qingyue suddenly approach again.

"..."

Dongfang Xinglan said nothing more, pouring herself a glass of grape wine to drink.

Zhu Nanzhi glanced at Mu Qingyue: "Even this you want to grab?"

Mu Qingyue said nothing, seizing every opportunity to revel in the mindset of 'being exhausted yet still serving her junior brother.'

"Alright, alright." Lu Jin'an patted Mu Qingyue's back.

"Husband, have you recovered?" Zhu Nanzhi looked at him with a smile, "Tired?"

Lu Jin'an shook his head, sitting up directly; though not too tired, adapting to the combined attack of Senior Sister and Xinglan was quite taxing.

He still hadn't fully adjusted.

Difficult indeed.

Lu Jin'an exhaled lightly, looking towards Dongfang Xinglan sitting by the table, noticing her small gesture of massaging her lower back.

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes as he got up and said, "Let's eat first, then we'll bathe together."

Zhu Nanzhi, who was taking off her silk stockings, heard this and looked up, asking, "Continuing later?"

"Continue!"

He hadn't had enough!

Too long without seeing Senior Sister and Nanzhi, one afternoon just wasn't enough.

"Hehe~"

Zhu Nanzhi casually set the silk stockings aside, then stepped off the bed to start dressing up at her vanity.

Dongfang Xinglan glanced at her, "Don't you find it troublesome?"

"How could it be?" Zhu Nanzhi snorted lightly, "Being with my husband, of course I want to look beautiful~"

"Oh right, husband, should I play a tune later?" Zhu Nanzhi looked back at Lu Jin'an, her eyes smiling crescent-shaped, "Since we're in the Imperial Palace, being a bit extravagant isn't a problem, right?"

"Sure." Lu Jin'an looked at her with a smile, "And dance one more time."

"Okay~" Zhu Nanzhi fastened her hairpin, gazing at her reflection already showing the charm of a young married woman, her eyes gentle.

"Then I'll wear that Hezi skirt~"

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