After finishing everything, sitting by the bedside, she couldn’t help but think about what happened yesterday.
Shen Zhixia bit her lip with her pearly teeth, muttering to herself in a low voice, "Could it be that brother really has that kind of relationship with Consort Yu?"
Although it’s hard to believe, thinking back carefully, Her Majesty the Consort’s favoritism toward Chen Mo does seem a bit out of the ordinary.
Both the Chen and Shen families are followers of the Imperial Consort, even if He Yuzhi and Chen Zhuo are willing, as long as the Imperial Consort doesn’t agree, she and Chen Mo can never be together.
Not to mention now there’s also the Princess causing trouble, making the hope even more slim...
"What should I do?"
For a moment, Shen Zhixia felt her soul was not in her body, yet she was completely unaware, Chen Mo’s brow was constantly emitting white light dust, which vanished instantly upon touching her skin like snow melting away.
"Strange, why is it so hot?"
Shen Zhixia’s breaths gradually became rapid, her cheeks turning rosy, and fragrant sweat seeping from her forehead.
It felt as though a flame was burning in her heart, causing her to feel unbearably hot, unconsciously unbuttoning her collar, her misty eyes clouded over.
Looking at that calm face, a bold idea suddenly popped into her mind:
Since the marriage is met with so much resistance, let’s just turn uncooked rice into cooked rice!
With the marriage contract and the established fact, even the Imperial Consort would have no reason to stop her from being with Chen Mo, right?
Under the influence of the white light dust, once this thought arose, it became hard to suppress.
Shen Zhixia hesitated only for a moment before reaching out to untie the silk belt at her waist, causing her martial robe to slide off, revealing skin as white as snow with a hint of red, as she slowly pressed herself against Chen Mo.
The cool touch slightly lowered her scorching body temperature, but the chaotic thoughts and desires in her heart grew rampant like wild grass.
"Even though the dual cultivation technique brother gave me has not yet been mastered, I can’t worry about that now..."
"Ugh..."
...
...
In the neighboring courtyard.
Inside the bedroom, Ling Ningzhi and Ji Hongxiu sat facing each other, the atmosphere falling into an awkward silence.
Having drunk three pots of tea, Ji Hongxiu couldn’t sit still any longer, finally speaking, "Qingxuan, why did you ask for me?"
Ling Ningzhi paused her action of pouring tea, put down the teapot, remained silent for a moment, then said, "Master, that night, it should have been you sleeping beside this disciple, right?"
Σ(っ°Д°;)っ?!
"Cough, cough!"
Ji Hongxiu almost choked on her own saliva, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.
She didn’t expect that, after being silent for so long, the other party would bring up something so big, catching her completely off guard!
"Wh-what do you mean by that? Master’s not sure I understand." Ji Hongxiu stammered.
Ling Ningzhi lowered her head slightly, softly saying, "Actually, ever since that night, this disciple always felt something was off. Although I was a little groggy at the time, thinking back carefully, neither the voice nor the figure seemed much like Zhixia’s..."
"I subtly tried to find out last night, only to learn that Zhixia had slept soundly through the night, completely unaware of what had occurred."
Ling Ningzhi slowly lifted her head, looking at Ji Hongxiu, her eyes full of complexity, "Am I right?"
"..."
Ji Hongxiu felt a bit flustered, subconsciously averting her gaze, not daring to meet her disciple’s eyes.
Seeing this, Ling Ningzhi already knew the answer, her expression dimming further, "Master, how could you? You knew about this disciple’s relationship with Mr. Chen, yet you still did such a thing..."
"Qingxuan, listen to Master’s explanation."
Ji Hongxiu’s throat moved, her voice dry, "That day’s situation was indeed an accident. Master’s old injury had not fully healed, and with the onset of the consequences and her Divine Soul falling asleep, the body was taken over by the Yin God, that’s why..."
Hearing this, Ling Ningzhi’s expression slightly softened, but she still shook her head, "I’m afraid this isn’t the first time, right? Could it be that every time it was done by the Yin God?"
Ji Hongxiu had no rebuttal.
No matter how many reasons she had, ultimately she had carried out a disgraceful act.



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