Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 440 Master is so wild
It was deep winter, and the end of the year was fast approaching. The weather was getting colder and colder, but the number of Rong people on this vast snow-covered plain was increasing rather than decreasing. Most of them went out hunting, in groups, riding horses through the snow.

Beyond the Great Wall lies a vast grassland, covered in white snow, stretching as far as the eye can see. A cold wind sweeps across the land, stirring the fine snowflakes, which, under the sunlight, resemble a pale golden mist, like a tide or rain.

Crunch, crunch—

The caravan, pulled by the finest horses, sped through the snow and fog, their wheels leaving tracks as they rolled over the snow, sometimes attracting the attention of the hunting Rong people.

If they turn a blind eye, then all will be well; but if they intend to plunder, they will only leave behind a field of corpses, which will soon be buried by the heavy snow, becoming a few uncommon remains in this cold winter snowfield.

They left Mingdu in a hurry and were not well prepared. Therefore, when Zhao Wumian and his group headed south to enter the pass, they robbed a few carriages and some supplies from the tribes they passed by.

That way it won't feel crowded... After all, a carriage is clearly not big enough for Zhao Wumian's entire family.

These carriages bear the names of some merchant caravans and aristocratic families from the Central Plains, clearly a product of the Rong people's raids over the years. They probably never imagined that their annual raids on the Central Plains would one day turn around and lead to them being robbed instead.

Zhao Wumian changed into clean clothes, dressed in white, and wrapped in a clean, snow-white fox fur coat. He straddled his horse and walked at the head of the caravan, looking around like a bodyguard on a mission.

He just had such a good temperament and such a handsome appearance that he looked more like a young master from a noble family taking a beautiful woman on an outing.

The vast, white snowfield could become monotonous after a while, but Zhao Wumian's ears were constantly ringing, making his journey home anything but lonely.

The carriage was always filled with the pleasant voices of women, but the words spoken were anything but kind.

I vaguely heard Shen Xiangge grinding her teeth and saying coldly, "I knew something was off before we left, and sure enough, it was you, you vixen, who came to seduce my husband..."

"Seducing your husband?" Meng Po sneered.
"I think you've been bewitched by Zhao Wumian! Do you really think he's some kind of hot commodity that every woman in the world would want to snatch? The personal disciple of the mighty Demoness Canghua Niangniang... has become such a foolish woman with her head full of love and affection? It's a disgrace to your master if word gets out!"

"Disgraceful?! This young lady disgraces my master? My master herself is completely infatuated with her husband! She even served the Empress Dowager together. If she heard you say that, she would definitely spank you with a board!"

"How dare you speak of Master so casually? I'm still your senior sister! To speak ill of Master and show no respect for your senior sister—have all the manners Master taught you been exposed by Zhao Wumian like dew on flowers...?"

Upon hearing this, before Meng Po could finish speaking, Zhao Wumian quickly slowed his horse, went to the side of the carriage, knocked a few times, making a loud banging sound, and said helplessly:
"What's all the commotion about? We were once fellow disciples... Meng Po, come out with me and act as a guard to keep watch..."

"Why is she the one going out with you and being all lovey-dovey, and not me?"

Shen Xiangge lifted the curtain, rested her chin on her forearm, and her lively and youthful face showed no trace of the noisy expression she had just had, only a faint melancholy like that of a woman confined to her boudoir.

"This isn't about being affectionate... There's nothing between us. She's out here getting cold and exposed to the wind, while you're sleeping in the warm carriage, isn't that better?"

"Okay~" Shen Xiangge drawled out her words, her smile sweet, a stark contrast to her earlier quarreling demeanor.

Meng Po rolled her eyes, not wanting to stay in the carriage and suffer any more, so she bent down and crawled out of the carriage.

Zhao Wumian untied the rope from one of the horses pulling the carriage and held it by his side. Meng Po leaped onto the horse, and only then did he let go.

The horse shook its head and snorted, and the two rode side by side.

Meng Po whispered "thank you" to Zhao Wumian.

"It's alright. You're not very familiar with them, and you won't have anything to say in the carriage. Why don't you stay with me..."

Before Zhao Wumian could finish speaking, he saw Meng Po blink and look at him sideways, somewhat stunned. In fact, she hadn't noticed this small detail and thought that Zhao Wumian just felt more sorry for Shen Xiangge.

A few seconds later she whispered:

“That’s not what I meant… You rescued the maids I brought with me. They have little experience in the martial world, and if they were left in Mingdu, something might happen to them…”

"Oh, them..." Zhao Wumian laughed. "It wasn't me who helped you, Aunt. Once we enter the pass, return to the Prince of Yan's mansion, and settle down, you can thank Aunt later."

"Aunt? I don't know her... and you never introduced her to me." Meng Po spoke softly, unlike her earlier argument.

“I thought you weren’t interested in befriending them…” Zhao Wumian hesitated for a moment, then smiled again, “We’ll talk about it when we get back to Yagu Pass.”

“Oh…” Meng Po withdrew her gaze and said nothing more.

Zhao Wumian really wanted to chat more with Meng Po and learn more about this senior sister of Shen Xiangge... but with all the girls around him listening, he was too enthusiastic and it would seem like he had ulterior motives towards Meng Po, so he remained quiet as well.

Meng Po actually wanted to talk to Zhao Wumian more. Although the two had some interactions before, they hadn't had many.

She was also quite curious about this Marquis Weiming, who had taken advantage of her quite a bit yet treated her with courtesy, and who was gentle, refined, and thoughtful.

But after a few words, Shen Xiangge would surely be consumed by jealousy and would rush out to argue with her, so she gave up.

Both of them stared straight ahead, urging their horses on. Zhao Wumian was unsure what to do, but Meng Po felt inexplicably awkward. She felt that their deliberate silence made it seem like they had something to hide, and the atmosphere was off.

Just as she was about to say something, she saw someone lift the carriage curtain, bend down and lean out halfway, with wisps of hair on their forehead swaying gently in the wind, and a soft smile on their face.

Su Qingqi stretched out her arm and handed Zhao Wumian a pot of warm wine and a bag of hot food, saying, "Young master, please have some."

Zhao Wumian did not refuse and took it.

Meng Po withdrew her gaze, and then heard Su Qingqi say, "This... Meng Po from the Western Regions, you must be hungry too. No one would refuse some hot food in the dead of winter... Here you go."

Meng Po looked over upon hearing the sound, and Su Qingqi handed her oil paper and a wine pot as well.

Meng Po blinked, but first looked at Zhao Wumian. She was not familiar with Su Qingqi at all, and was still unsure whether she should accept her kindness.

However, she and Zhao Wumian were quite familiar with each other.

Zhao Wumian simply handed her his portion, then took it, thanked her, and tore open the oil paper with his teeth, biting into the hot meat inside.

Seeing this, Meng Po thanked her, stuffed the wine jug into her saddlebag, and began to tear off shreds of meat with her small hands, chewing slowly as she ate.

Su Qingqi smiled slightly and climbed back into the carriage.

While drinking and eating meat, Zhao Wumian introduced Meng Po, "This is Miss Su Qingqi from the Su family of Jiangnan. She is almost ten years younger than you."

"I've met you, and I've heard about you... You two have a very good relationship, right?"

"Of course, my main purpose in coming to the grasslands is to retrieve the Su family's heirloom sword for her."

"Then why does she still call you 'Young Master'? It sounds so distant..."

"Hey, we've called each other that since we first met, and I like her calling me that too... You don't have a man you like, so you probably can't understand this."

"It's just the sweet talk between young lovers, what's there to not understand..." Meng Po complained softly, slightly dissatisfied.

Zhao Wumian smiled but didn't say anything more.

After nightfall, the group stopped and decided to set up camp on the snowy plains to rest for the night.

Although the carriage was spacious, it couldn't accommodate many people. The girls were all experienced martial arts practitioners, and they quickly set up tents, lit campfires, and cooked meals.

"Hey, why are there a few kittens on the tent... Did you embroider them there, nun?"

"Traveling can be boring, so you always have to find something to do."

"Your cats are embroidered on the outside of the tent; they're going to be freezing tonight."

"So what if you're freezing? You're just a dead thing. Are you a little kid?"

"Who on earth has such a childlike heart, embroidering these things?"

"I've already said that I'm just bored and looking for something to do."

"Hey, Wumian, go hunt some wolves and roast some wolf meat to have a taste."

"Jiu'er and I went out of the pass together before, and we ate wolf meat..."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing and go on your way, your aunt is hungry."

The camp was bustling with chatter, everyone seemed to be busy with their own things, only Meng Po stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the carriage, watching their busy figures.

Go up and help. I'm an outsider, and doing so would make it seem like I'm trying to fit into their family.

If she doesn't help... she'll feel indebted to those who feed her and accept their gifts. Meng Po isn't shameless enough to accept Zhao Wumian and his ladies serving her without a second thought.

Meng Po appeared calm, but in reality, she was feeling extremely uneasy.

Shen Xiangge knew what kind of person her senior sister was, and she was happy to see Meng Po struggling with her inner turmoil and secretly distressed, so she didn't even try to quarrel with her.

They simply carried small stools to sit in front of the campfire, took off their embroidered shoes, and warmed themselves by the fire, laughing and joking.

Unlike Meng Po, Shen Xiangge was very familiar with the girls and didn't have any ulterior motives, so she was perfectly at ease letting others take care of her.

If the Empress Dowager saw this, she would definitely pull her ear and order her to help... but the Empress Dowager was not here at the moment.

The maids brought by Meng Po quickly accepted their current status as dependents. Seeing that Zhao Wumian's family was very kind to them, they immediately lost their guard and enthusiastically went to help this one and that one.

Meng Po felt a surge of frustration, thinking that if they waited a few more days, they would be so infatuated with Zhao Wumian that they would forget about their mistress.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Zhao Wumian's voice suddenly rang in Meng Po's ear.

Meng Po was startled and glanced to the side. Zhao Wumian was carrying the Qingxu Sword in one hand and dragging a fat and strong wolf with the other, leaving a trail of tracks in the snow behind him.

Zhao Wumian's appearance greatly eased Meng Po's worries, and she breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

"Come back so soon?"

Zhao Wumian looked at her questioningly, "How much effort does it take to kill a wolf? Come and help me process the wolf meat. I can't let you eat and drink for free."

Meng Po was eager to have something to do, and upon hearing this, she immediately smiled, but then felt that she looked a bit silly, so she winked at him again.

"I don't want to eat and drink for free and incur a favor out of thin air. Perhaps, Your Excellency, you should..."

Meng Po was still wearing the red dress she wore when she entered the palace. At this moment, she raised her hand and gently lifted the hem of the dress, revealing a patch of snow-white skin beneath.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but recall the wonderful feeling of holding Meng Po and massaging her left and right when he was in the Rongren's palace. But it was obviously impossible to flirt with this demoness at this time, so he gently patted Meng Po's forehead with the sheath of his Qingxu sword.

“You’ve already done all of Miss Shen’s stuff… Hurry up and get to work.”

"You!" Meng Po covered her smooth forehead, and when she heard Shen Xiangge behind her start laughing for no reason, she stomped her foot and her cheeks puffed out again.

Skinning, chopping, and cleaning the entrails—Meng Po was also adept at this butcher's work, though she used a bit too much force, perhaps mistaking the wolf for Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian showed a hint of admiration, "You used to do these things often?"

"Who in the martial arts world doesn't know how?"

Meng Po rolled her eyes, then realized that Zhao Wumian had treated her very well, and her harsh tone made her seem ungrateful. So she paused, then said softly:

"When I was a child, there was not much food, so I often went hunting in the mountains with my parents. At that time, I was still living in Liangzhou."

"and after?"

"Later..." Meng Po recalled for a moment before shaking her head slightly, "My parents died, and my master took me in... I have been practicing martial arts under my master for more than ten years, much earlier than your Miss Shen entered the sect."

As Meng Po spoke, she seemed to remember something and inexplicably thanked Zhao Wumian.

"what happened?"

"Thank you for your painstaking efforts in clearing my master's name and restoring her innocence... and for killing Tong Congdao for me."

Zhao Wumian smiled and said, "You've thanked me quite a bit."

"That's just the way it is. My master is loyal and righteous, and he clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. How could I be a shameless villain?"

The two squatted on the outskirts of the camp and whispered a few words. Zhao Wumian then brought the wolf meat to be cooked.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone rested. They had taken many tents from the soldiers, and Meng Po and her maids stayed there together.

Meng Po did not sleep; instead, she stroked the Imperial Seal of the State in her bosom, thinking to herself that Zhao Wumian's family had treated her well. If she continued to hide this thing, it would make her seem like she couldn't distinguish right from wrong and was narrow-minded.

As she pondered, Meng Po's ears twitched slightly. She vaguely heard soft footsteps outside the tent. Someone had secretly slipped into Zhao Wumian's tent, followed by Shen Xiangge's tender whispers.

"My love~ I want it~"

"...What are you wearing?"

"The clothes the Imperial Tutor changed out of... When I was dressing him up, I saw your eyes light up... so I specifically asked her for them..."

A soft, rustling sound —

A faint rustling sound of fabric rubbing could be heard, followed by Shen Xiangge saying, "It looks good?"

Zhao Wumian remained silent, then for some reason, Shen Xiangge's clear and melodious laughter rang out again.

"This place is not suitable..."

"Wait until we enter the pass? I can't wait anyway, and there's no one else here... Oh, are you worried that my senior sister will hear us? She's not some innocent little girl..."

Shen Xiangge's voice rose slightly, almost imperceptibly, clearly intentionally so that Meng Po could hear it.

But why should she listen? She had never been romantically involved with Zhao Wumian. Although there was some ambiguity between them, their relationship was completely innocent.

Zhao Wumian can have sex with whichever woman he wants; she doesn't care.

But this junior sister is becoming more and more ill-mannered. Meng Po took a deep breath and immediately wanted to rush over to teach her shameless junior sister a lesson on behalf of her master, but she was afraid that if she went over, she would see something unspeakable.

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Shen Xiangge suddenly let out a painful groan, then breathed softly and said in a gentle, sweet voice:
"My lord, please be quiet, I promise I won't scream... that way no one will hear... Ah!"

Tear————

The sound of her dress being torn made Meng Po's heart tremble.

Meng Po stared wide-eyed. Xiao Yuanmu and the female doctor were only hugging and cuddling, but Shen Xiangge was so wild. This, this is already starting to use his stick?
Meng Po was truly too afraid to go over there now, and could only curl up in her tent, tossing and turning until dawn.

After returning to Yagu Pass, Meng Po was in a daze.

During the past few days, the other girls, concerned about their image, would at most whisper to Zhao Wumian and hug each other for a while. Only Shen Xiangge didn't care about their gazes and always found opportunities to steal moments with Zhao Wumian.

He would always deliberately make some noise so that she could hear him... Now even Meng Po knows that Zhao Wumian can last for half an hour at a time, but Junior Sister is always the most addicted, but she can't last long before begging for mercy.

He's really bad at the game but loves to play.

If it were her...

Whoosh—bang!

Just as they entered the pass, a string of fireworks shot straight into the sky and exploded, filling the air with fireworks, bringing Meng Po back to her senses.

Meng Po and Zhao Wumian rode their horses at the front of the carriage. After entering the pass, they saw that the streets and alleys were brightly lit and decorated with red lanterns. There were even dancers on the street, moving lightly and gracefully on wooden stakes.

A crowd gathered around, cheering loudly from time to time. The noise seemed to add a touch of warmth to this important border town in the depths of winter.

Meng Po slightly raised her head, her stunningly beautiful face illuminated by the occasional firelight. Looking at the bustling crowds that had emptied the streets, she was not infected by the atmosphere, but rather felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Just a few days ago, they were wreaking havoc in Mingdu, with only dead bodies in sight, followed by an endless snowfield, monotonous and empty... Then she remembered her days in the Western Regions.

In the Western Regions, the New Year is not celebrated. Even Meng Po only spent a few festivals with her parents and Yan Rongfei when she was a child.

So at this moment, she felt somewhat out of place, as if she had arrived in a foreign land...

She was from a foreign land, a non-Han Chinese, not a person from the Central Plains.

This is not her home.

Meng Po swept away her distracting thoughts, and then heard Zhao Wumian ask from the side, "Is it the end of the year?"

Meng Po shook her head slightly, "We Hu people don't celebrate the Spring Festival... So what if it's the end of the year? Isn't it good to have a lively celebration?"

"This is bad, I promised the Emperor I would return to the capital to spend the New Year with her..." Zhao Wumian's tone was somewhat troubled, then she saw Xiao Yuanmu's pretty face peeking out from the carriage, and said:

"I think you've been driven crazy by Shen Xiangge these past few days. There's still a month until the end of the year, enough time for us to get back to the capital."

"That's good... You're quite sensitive to the end of the year." Zhao Wumian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, it's because you usually only come back to Jiangnan at the end of the year." Xiao Yuanmu lowered the carriage curtain, his voice coming out of the carriage in a faint tone, with a hint of resentment.

Zhao Wumian smiled.

Meng Po looked curiously at the carriage, then at Zhao Wumian, and realized that there were many stories between Zhao Wumian and the Palace Master of Tai Xuan Palace.

After making a few inquiries, Zhao Wumian learned that news of his disturbance in Mingdu had been sent to the interior via carrier pigeon.

As soon as the news came out, not only in Yagu Pass, but throughout the entire Central Plains, wherever the news reached, people started setting off cannons to celebrate.

Some have even started to sculpt a golden statue of him and erect a temple in advance, estimating that the temple will be completed by the time Zhao Wumian kills Wudamu.

The people in the government and the marketplace were more convinced than Zhao Wumian himself that he could kill Uudam.

Zhao Wumian wasn't particularly interested in leaving a mark on history, but the greater his achievements, the less resistance he would face in marrying Luo Chaoyan, the Empress Dowager, and a host of other young women into his family.

If he had entered the palace to marry Luo Chaoyan and then married other girls, the common people would have thought that Zhao Wumian was lawless, powerful, and had no scruples, trampling the face of the Luo family and the royal family underfoot.

But now, people in and out of the court probably still secretly think that Luo Chaoyan is marrying above her station with Zhao Wumian, and they'd love for him to ask for even more...

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian's mood immediately improved... He didn't think anyone was marrying above their station; he simply felt that being able to give the woman he liked a title was the best thing in the world.

The girls, mostly women of the martial arts world, might not care about titles or status, but he couldn't afford to ignore them.

They returned to the Prince of Yan's residence with a light and easy journey. After handing the carriage over to the maids, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, took a bath, and changed their clothes.

Finally, I can take a break.

Even Meng Po was no exception. She chose a side room, took off her clothes to bathe, leaned against the bath tub, and closed her beautiful eyes contentedly.

But they had already begun to think about leaving.

Once back inside the pass, it was clear that she could no longer follow Zhao Wumian... She and he were ultimately not on the same path, and there was no reason for her to return to the capital with him.

Meng Po opened her eyes, gazing at the misty water above the bathtub, and after a moment turned her gaze to the Imperial Seal of the State placed on the table.

After a moment of silence, with a splash, Meng Po's beautiful, fair figure stepped out of the bathtub, wiped herself clean, dressed, and put on her elaborate Western Regions-style clothes, looking like a foreign princess, elegant and noble.

She carried the Imperial Seal of the State, tucked it into her sleeve, smoothed her stray hairs over her shoulder, and pushed open the door to enter the backyard.

The other girls were mostly still bathing, and faint sounds of laughter and conversation could be heard from inside the house.

Zhao Wumian, being a man, washed up the fastest. At this moment, dressed in white, he sat on a stone in the backyard, holding the accumulated snow, but using his inner energy to carve a small figure from the compacted snow.

Meng Po paused slightly, glancing a few more times at Zhao Wumian's earnest expression. For some reason, she decided not to disturb him.

Zhao Wumian glanced at her sideways and, seeing Meng Po's attire, couldn't help but be amazed, before smiling slightly.

"Planning to go back to the Western Regions?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Po approached. As she moved, the gold and silver ornaments on her clothes jingled like wind chimes.

She sat down next to Zhao Wumian, her legs stretched out, heels touching the ground. Her beautiful legs outlined a captivating curve on her skirt, and every move she made resembled that of a lively and youthful girl.

"With so many beautiful women from the martial world around Marquis Weiming, surely he wouldn't be reluctant to part with a mere barbarian woman like me?" she asked curiously, tilting her head.

"There's nothing I'm reluctant to part with." Zhao Wumian scattered the snow from his hands and clapped them.

Meng Po frowned slightly, then looked away, staring at the tips of her shoes. She let out a soft snort, a hint of dissatisfaction in her heart.

She was just joking, but Zhao Wumian actually took it seriously.

Then Zhao Wumian said, "Anyway, I'll have to go to the Western Regions after the New Year."

Meng Po was taken aback, then slightly surprised, "What are you going to the Western Regions for?"

“I have two enemies, Shen Tu Bu Zui and Wen Wu Zheng… and Wen Wu Zheng has nowhere to go in the martial world, so he can only go to the Western Regions.”

Meng Po nodded repeatedly as if she understood, "I see... I will help you find out where Wen Wuzheng is."

"Thank you."

"Hehe." Meng Po took out the Imperial Seal of the State from her sleeve and tossed it to Zhao Wumian. "Hmm, here you go."

Zhao Wumian reached out and took it, his expression showing a hint of doubt. "What does this mean?"

Meng Po raised her hand to smooth the stray hairs on her shoulder, and said slowly:

"I was also a martial arts master when I found this in the study of the Rong people, and I can sense some of the Nine Bell Qi from it... This is most likely the genuine article. Isn't this one of the reasons you came to the Western Regions? Your female healer even threatened me to hand over this item downstairs at Wangnan Tower!"

Zhao Wumian lifted the Imperial Seal of the State and examined it for a few moments. "Indeed... but don't you want the Nine Bells?"

“I do want to… but this thing is of no use to me. As the Martial Champion, I have my own insights into martial arts and do not need to rely on this object. You, on the other hand, have the Imperial Seal of the State, and you are only two out of the nine bells. Moreover…”

Meng Po pursed her lips, then gave a soft hum, and said logically and persuasively:
“You know better than I what the Imperial Seal of the State represents. The seal on your mistress’s desk in the court is definitely just a replica. If you can take it back, with this achievement, although the country is nominally in the Luo family’s name, it will probably really take your surname Zhao behind the scenes.”

Meng Po's words made sense, which made Zhao Wumian even more doubtful.

"You've really thought a lot about me."

Meng Po pinched a corner of her skirt and said, "Consider this your reward for clearing my master's name."

Zhao Wumian glanced at the Imperial Seal of the State a few more times, then smiled and stuffed it back into Meng Po's arms.

"I appreciate your kindness, but you should take this back with you."

Meng Po grew impatient. "What? You're too embarrassed to accept my kindness, thinking you'll owe me a favor? I've already said, this is only because you've cleared my master's name..."

Zhao Wumian interrupted Meng Po,
“You came to Mingdu with Ding Jingcheng, plotting against Jiuzhong. Now that Ding Jingcheng is dead, if you return to the Western Regions empty-handed, Shen Tu Buzui will surely suspect you… If I take this back, it will only increase my prestige in the marketplace, but if you take it back, it will be of great use.”

Meng Po's beautiful eyes widened slightly as she glanced at him, momentarily speechless. After a few seconds, she stammered:
"Are you really willing to hand over the Nine Bells to someone else? Once I take this thing to the Western Regions, it will save me a lot of trouble, but once the eight characters 'By the mandate of Heaven, may its longevity be everlasting' are uttered, Shen Tu Bu Zui will have a legitimate reason to send troops."

"What's wrong with handing it over?" Zhao Wumian raised his hand to catch a few snowflakes and said:

"If I can send it out, I can take it back."

Meng Po's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Then she saw Zhao Wumian smile at her.

"And you don't need to worry about the so-called 'just cause' issue, because... this Imperial Seal is fake."

"Eh?" Meng Po's pretty face froze instantly.

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly and said casually:

"I previously used the jade pendant to enter my body in the East Sea, making me most sensitive to the Qi of the Nine Bells... This Imperial Seal is just a replica, something Uudam used to deceive people. If Shentu Buzui takes it as real and shows it to the world, Uudam will be the first to produce the genuine article and slap him in the face..."

Before Zhao Wumian could finish speaking, he saw Meng Po beside him grab his clothes on his shoulder with one hand and pound his back with her small fist in the other.

"Are you kidding me? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Were you just teasing me?"

"Who told you to take it so seriously?"

"You, you're going to drive me crazy!"

The two sat on the rock and joked around like their classmates at the Imperial Academy for a while, when suddenly a voice came from behind them.

"Stop it! This is ridiculous! Do you even respect your master's father?"

"Master's husband" also means "Master's husband".

Meng Po's body suddenly trembled. She turned around and saw a woman in a black dress with an intellectual appearance standing behind them with her hands behind her back, expressionless.

Meng Po blinked. "Master?"

Meng Po knew that Yan Rongfei was dead, and also knew that Shen Xiangge was currently acting in the martial arts world under the guise of her master.

The sisters rarely talked about Yan Rongfei, but they must know about her. So Meng Po didn't want to expose Shen Xiangge. She quickly got up and bowed, but couldn't help gritting her teeth slightly, wondering what kind of trouble Shen Xiangge was up to now.

Zhao Wumian looked at Yan Rongfei with a slightly blank expression, not understanding what Shen Xiangge wanted to do.

But she nodded slightly and said, "You may step back now. Your master and I have something to discuss."

Meng Po glanced at Zhao Wumian, her eyes full of suspicion, and got up to leave. She returned to her room, then opened the window a crack and secretly peeked out.

Zhao Wumian stood up and looked at Yan Rongfei, "What is this...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Rongfei quickly stepped forward, hugged him, and breathed softly, "I missed you so much..."

Meng Po's beautiful eyes widened.

Zhao Wumian was also taken aback, then saw Yan Rongfei take Zhao Wumian's hand and take the initiative to lift the hem of her black skirt, letting him caress her pair of fair and smooth thighs.

Shen Xiangge and Yan Rongfei actually have some differences in physique... but Shen Xiangge's superb disguise skills lie in the fact that he can change his appearance in any place.

So whether it's holding her or gently stroking her, the feeling is quite different from that in Shen Xiangge.

That's why Zhao Wumian was always captivated by him.

Yan Rongfei's crimson lips lingered on Zhao Wumian's ear, her delicate body swaying gently like a butterfly flitting among flowers. She braced herself on the rock where Zhao Wumian had been sitting, straightened her back, turned to look at him, and gently bit her lower lip, urging him:
"Hurry up, or Xiangge will get jealous and cause trouble after she finishes her bath..."

Lady Canghua, aren't you getting a little too into your role?

However, as this was an unspoken understanding between Zhao Wumian and Shen Xiangge, Zhao Wumian would certainly not break it on his own initiative.

He glanced down and saw that Shen Xiangge had already gently lifted the hem of her skirt. Because she had just taken a bath, her skin still seemed to be damp with moisture, white with a hint of pink.

Zhao Wumian's breath hitched, and he moved a few steps closer.

Meng Po hid in the room, peering at the two through the crack in the window, her beautiful eyes wide open, with only one thought in her mind.

Master is so wild.

(End of this chapter)