One person established a clan

Chapter 348 Exquisite Hospitality
"You look so beautiful, sister!"

"This outfit suits you very well."

"This one goes perfectly with it too."

Inside the palace, exclamations of praise rose and fell.

Wen Qimeng stood in front of the mirror, constantly changing her posture, sometimes twisting her waist and sticking out her buttocks, sometimes lightly twisting the hem of her skirt and twirling gracefully.

Her fiery red wedding gown, like a blooming flower, accentuated her captivating charm.

Her heart was overflowing with sweetness. She turned around and looked at Su Cheng and the young lady who were clapping with smiles, and couldn't help but smile and scold them:

"I've been changing my clothes for half an hour, and you two have been praising me back and forth until now. Aren't you tired?"

The young woman smiled sweetly and said, "Sister, you're naturally beautiful; you look good in anything!"

Su Cheng nodded with a smile. "The girl is right."

"I'm really impressed by you guys."

Wen Qimeng put her hands on her hips and smiled helplessly.

Duanmu Jing and Shi Xuan, who were sewing and refining the wedding dress with mystical arts, couldn't help but shake their heads and chuckle when they saw this playful scene.

"However, it would be too greedy for me to be the only one trying it out."

Wen Qimeng's eyes sparkled, and with a smile, she suddenly pulled the puppet sitting quietly beside her to her side.

"Why don't we all try them on together?"

"?" The puppet tilted its head blankly, its icy eyes blinking slightly.

Su Cheng looked back at Duanmu Jing and Shi Xuan and chuckled, "If you two can weave it in time, you might as well give it a try."

"Of course, that's fine~"

Duanmu Jing smiled gently. "I'll be able to forge a few new clothes soon."

Shi Xuanshang was somewhat embarrassed, but Su Cheng eventually pulled him away to change his clothes.

Before long, she and the puppet changed into pure and beautiful ice-blue wedding dresses, looking like two ice-jade beauties sculpted from ice and snow.

"Sister Shi is so beautiful too."

The young woman's eyes sparkled, and as she clapped her hands in praise, a hint of envy also flickered in her eyes.

She couldn't help but look down at herself.

Although she has now awakened a unique bloodline, apart from her fox ears and tail, she is still quite ordinary compared to her three older sisters.
"Girl."

Su Cheng gently patted her head. "Why don't you try on a different outfit?"

"Huh?" The little girl suddenly raised her eyes, her innocent face filled with surprise. "Brother."

However, a thought quickly crossed her mind, and she lowered her head shyly, her slender fingers twisting nervously: "I'm not as pretty as my three older sisters."

Su Cheng chuckled and gently pinched her cheek. "In my eyes, little girl, your cuteness is second to none. There's no need to be so modest."

After saying that, he handed her a pink and white dress. "I just made it, go and try it on."

The little girl paused for a moment, then her face lit up with joy and happiness as she nodded quickly. "Okay! Brother, I'll go change right away!"

Watching the petite figure skip excitedly behind the screen, Duanmu Jing quietly leaned close to Su Cheng's ear and whispered softly, "Cheng'er is quite good at making this child happy."

"It's also because the little aunt is too well-behaved."

Su Cheng smiled and said, "It always makes one want to cherish you more."

Duanmu Jing's eyes sparkled, and her smile grew even more doting as she handed over three more sets of new wedding dresses. "Take these for Xuan'er and the others to try on."

"Row."

Su Cheng nodded and accepted it, then suddenly said, "Senior, why don't you give it a try?"

"Huh?" Duanmu Jing was suddenly taken aback, a blush creeping up her jade-like neck and pink cheeks. She said shyly and softly, "I'm already this old, I don't need to compete with the young ladies for clothes."

“Those who cultivate are no different from immortals, so why care about age?”

Without a word, Su Cheng stuffed a set of clothes into her arms as well: "Although we haven't known each other for very long, I haven't given you any gifts yet, so please accept this."

Duanmu Jing pursed her lips, her eyes filled with emotion, and softly replied, "Since it is Cheng'er's kind intention, I will make a fool of myself and give it a try."

A moment later, the young woman, now dressed, skipped and hopped out from behind the screen. Her pink and white dress, like a dreamlike cloud, accentuated her ethereal beauty.

With a sweet smile, she quickly approached Su Cheng, twirling the hem of her skirt lightly. "Brother, does it look good?"

Although the girl was petite, she exuded a youthful and charming innocence, and her fluffy fox tail swayed playfully, adding to her alluring charm.
Su Cheng couldn't help but nod in admiration. "Truly excellent!"

Shi Xuan and Wen Qimeng, standing to the side, also praised her with smiles, making the young lady blush and stammer as she hid behind Su Cheng.

"Oh dear, what should we do?"

Just then, a slightly distressed whisper came from behind the screen.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Duanmu Jing appear, looking slightly hesitant.

But the first thing that catches the eye is the astonishing sight of towering waves. The neckline of the wedding dress is stretched out of shape, and the full curves bulge out from both sides of the armpits, swaying endlessly with each step.

"hiss--"

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Duanmu Jing blushed slightly, chuckling awkwardly as she tried to conceal her ample bosom, which she could not hide at all.

"Cheng'er, this seems... not quite right." Shi Xuan and Wen Qimeng's eyes twitched simultaneously.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen it, witnessing it again now was still incredibly awe-inspiring.

The enemy's head could almost be completely buried inside.
The young woman peeked out and saw such a magnificent chest, then looked at herself and couldn't help but pout in distress.

How much food do I need to eat to become like Sister Duanmu?
As night deepened, the laughter and chatter within the palace finally subsided.

Although the marriage has been finalized, they are not officially married yet, so Su Cheng has not yet shared a bed with Wen Qimeng and has decided to rest in the adjacent bedroom for the night.

Until dawn or dusk—

A bewitching figure silently approached the bedside and leaned down to gently stroke Su Cheng's hair.

After a long silence, she seemed to finally make up her mind, lowered her head and pressed her soft lips to his forehead, leaving a light kiss.

Snapped.

Su Cheng suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the newcomer's fair wrist, and opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

What came into view was Duanmu Jing's mature and beautiful face, her eyes brimming with autumn water, tinged with tender ripples.

"senior?"

Su Cheng's eyes flickered slightly. "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a little worried."

Duanmu Jing whispered, "That's why I thought I'd come and take a look."

Su Cheng chuckled. "I'm not really a child, so why should I worry about you like this, senior?"

Duanmu Jing blushed and stammered, speechless.

She glanced at the sleeping puppet and the maid on the bed and said softly, "It's good that you're alright. You can continue sleeping. I'll go back now."

Before she could finish speaking, a tingling, electric-like heat suddenly shot through her waist, causing her mature, delicate body to stiffen abruptly.

Duanmu Jing met Su Cheng's gaze shyly and whispered, "You little rascal, what are you doing?"

"Isn't this precisely what you were thinking when you came to see me, senior?"

Su Cheng said in a low voice, "Although that day was an accident, I would not abandon you after starting something."

Duanmu Jing's heartstrings trembled slightly. "You child, you keep calling me 'senior,' call me 'Aunt Jing'... Waaah."

With a slight tightening of Su Cheng's arm, the elegant and beautiful woman felt a shiver run through her body and collapsed weakly in his arms, her lips firmly kissed.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake the little girl."

The gentle morning light bathed the courtyard.

Su Cheng walked out of the palace gate alone, rubbed his lower back in the morning sun, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Although I didn't use any dual cultivation techniques this time so as not to wake Xuan'er and the others, my back and waist were still sore and numb from a night of ecstasy with Aunt Jing.

"It seems my physique is still not strong enough, hmm?"

His eyes flickered slightly as he caught sight of a familiar figure in the courtyard.

Stepping into the courtyard, I saw Eleven gracefully sipping fragrant tea. Bathed in the morning light, she resembled a serene goddess.
"Sit down."

Suddenly, Shiyi opened her lips, her tone cold and her gaze sweeping over without any emotion. "The spiritual tea on the table is just right for nourishing the body and regulating yin and yang. You might as well drink more of it."

Su Cheng thanked him, took a seat, and drank his cup in one gulp.

As if sensing the lingering scent of decadence emanating from him, Eleven frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure on her face.

“You guys were far too indulgent last night.”

"call"

Su Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "I couldn't help myself, and I really couldn't control myself."

"That's improper," Eleven snorted.

Su Cheng smiled slightly: "Although you scolded me, you've already prepared this nourishing tea for me."

"It's just to repay a small favor, don't overthink it."

Eleven glanced over casually. "In my opinion, you're becoming more and more repulsive."

"Uh, what did I do to upset the girl?"

"You're so fickle and promiscuous, and you still dare to ask me?"

Eleven raised her head slightly, a hint of disdain appearing on her cold and beautiful face, and scoffed coldly. "Vulgar."

Su Cheng raised an eyebrow, but caught a glimpse of the system screen out of the corner of his eye—

[Daoist Companion: Nameless (Lonely Soul God Emperor)] [Emotional Status: Disdain and contempt, guilt and pity, care and concern]

He couldn't help but chuckle: "It's not good for a young lady to be so hypocritical."

Eleven's gaze sharpened, and the chill seemed to deepen.

But after a moment of silence, she picked up the teapot again with a cold expression and poured a cup of spiritual tea for him.

Instead of arguing with me, you should have a few more drinks and take good care of your health.

(End of this chapter)