After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 167 Awkward Confusion
An awkward atmosphere permeated the room, but only one person was tense.

Shi Nuanyu lay on the bed yawning, "How long do we have to keep cleaning that sword?"

Sleepiness overcame her, and she could no longer keep her eyes open.

His hand, which hadn't been used to test the sword, paused. He glanced at her and quickly lowered his head.

"Your Highness, if you are sleepy, please go to sleep and remember to cover yourself with a blanket."

The nightgown was so thin; I wonder which embroiderer made it.

Shi Nuanyu moved to the inside of the bed and pulled the thin blanket over herself. "You can continue wiping. I'm going to sleep."

After a busy day, she had no energy left for anything else.

The slow, deep breathing of a sleeping man reached his ears. He carefully sheathed his sword and walked quietly to the bed.

The woman was fast asleep, oblivious to everything, her small face flushed red against the bright red blanket.

He hesitated for a long time before finally picking up a corner of the thin blanket between his two fingers and covering her exposed shoulder.

Shi Nuanyu turned to her side and continued sleeping, which startled him so much that he quickly let go of her hand.

Before he could even take a deep breath, he saw the woman retreat two steps as if she were a raging flood.

Why is he so nervous?

Remembering the words of the Imperial Advisor that His Highness should not be left to sleep alone, he tried to suppress his panicked emotions and asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"I'm going to bed, you can't cross the line."

He nimbly climbed onto the bed, standing close to the edge, and deliberately pinched the edge of the thin blanket into a straight line for insulation.

"Poisonous woman, you...you can't come over here."

The sleeping woman couldn't answer him. He stood up straight, placed his hands on his chest, and forced himself to close his eyes.

The more he thought about it, the more awake he became, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

At the quarter past midnight, a rustling sound came from beside me, as if accompanied by a murmur in my sleep.

Before I could even open my eyes, I remained silent for a while, and after mentally preparing myself, I quietly moved closer.

Seeing the woman trembling under the covers, he spoke with concern.

"Poisonous Woman, what's wrong with you?"

"It's so cold."

In her dream, Shi Nuanyu was curled up in an ice cave, instinctively searching for a source of warmth.

Without even trying to hold his breath, his body seemed frozen as the woman snuggled into his arms.

A few breaths later, he regained consciousness, stretched out a finger and poked the shoulder of the person in his arms, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Poisonous woman, you've chosen the wrong place."

Shi Nuanyu did not sleep soundly. She was cold all over and her hands groped around, irritably trying to remove anything that was in her way.

"It's so cold."

Her inner garment was roughly pulled open, and she panicked, covering her mouth as if afraid she would cry out.

Slender fingers traced patterns on her abs, and warmth flowed continuously into her body. Shi Nuanyu fell into a deep sleep in the man's arms, completely satisfied.

Instead of trying to relieve tension with deep breathing, he added unnecessary muttering.

"You're the one who wanted to sleep in my arms, so don't blame me for taking advantage of you."

The night was as dark as ink, and the raindrops made a pitter-pattering sound as they fell.

The council hall of the Martial Arts Alliance was filled with people who held significant positions in the martial arts world, each of them looking worried about something.

A body as fast as lightning flew onto the roof, gently removed a tile, and peered inside.

A burly man slapped his thigh and earnestly advised, "Alas, the Southern Moon royal family is powerful. Brother, let's not get our hands on anything else; we have no chance of winning."

The royal families of various countries have long been dissatisfied with the existence of the Martial Alliance, and they have only survived to this day because they have some wealth and strength.

"Patriarch Lin is right. Yunfeng Hall's strength is now less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Brother Wei, we really are... sigh..."

Yunfeng Hall reveres upholding justice with the sword. Those with exceptional talent during the turmoil of that year have been arrested by the court, leaving only the elderly, women, and children. Even if one were to compete with them, there would be no chance. Wei Chao sat calmly in the main seat, not yet speaking, but the burly monk beside him could no longer contain himself.

"Damn it, whether we rebel or not, we'll all die. You've all witnessed Princess Nanyue's actions today."
She showed no respect to the martial arts alliance; oppressed by the royal family, she might as well rebel and die a glorious death.

A dozen or so people were talking at once, each with their own version of events.

After they had finished their discussion, the leader of the martial arts alliance slowly spoke.

"Please calm down, everyone. Our sect has been oppressed by the Southern Moon Royal Family for many years, and I know the bitterness in your hearts."

I am aware of the concerns of all the sect leaders. The Second Prince of Dongchen Kingdom has promised that as long as we work together to resist the Southern Moon Royal Family, he will definitely send troops to support us. With our combined efforts from within and without, Southern Moon will be nothing to fear.

"When the Southern Moon changes hands, the Second Prince guarantees our freedom."

These words were spoken with great conviction, and the sect leaders pondered them silently without offering an answer.

Seeing that no one answered, the burly man at the beginning cupped his hands and laughed, "Since all of you sect leaders are here to participate in the martial arts alliance leader selection competition, why don't we decide after the competition?"

They're not fools; they all know how serious this is.

A verbal guarantee is not enough to gain their trust. The sect is in a difficult situation, and they have their own considerations. They will not risk the sect's life for the sake of one person's words.

The sect leaders all agreed after hearing this.

"That's right. Let the younger generation compete before we discuss this matter."

They knew that this martial arts alliance competition was just a joke, so they didn't take it to heart and let the younger generation fight and joke around. In the end, it was the younger generation of the martial arts alliance who would win.

By then, the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance will be as solid as a rock, further demonstrating the strength of the martial arts alliance.

After everyone dispersed, only the bald, monk-robed giant and several sect leaders remained.

They looked at each other, none of them daring to look at the martial arts alliance leader's ashen face.

The person lying on the roof quietly left, as if they had never been there.

The Wulin Alliance is shrouded in mist and clouds, situated atop a high mountain, its scenery comparable to a fairyland.

"Ouch."

A scream came from the attic, where a man was seen slumped on the floor of the bed, clutching his buttocks and groaning in pain.

"Poisonous woman, are you trying to kill me?"

Before he could even roar in indignation, his bare chest was covered in bright red teeth marks.

He drifted off to sleep last night, only to be jolted awake this morning by a sharp pain. Looking down, he saw the woman in his sleep biting his chest. In a panic, he fell off the bed.

Shi Nuanyu slowly woke up and rubbed her eyes in a daze.

She was woken up before she was fully awake and complained unhappily.

"What are you yelling about so early in the morning? Believe me or not, I'll turn you into a roast goose."

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, having never tried it before, and moved his hand from his buttocks to his chest, like a virtuous man who had been persecuted.

"You bit me and then threatened me, Shi Nuanyu, is your heart made of iron?"

Accused repeatedly, Shi Nuanyu became fully awake, her delicate brows furrowed as she looked at the man under the bed with a puzzled expression.

"Why are you acting crazy so early in the morning when I haven't even tried it?"

They're so loud and boisterous; they don't seem like they're determined to become the leader of the martial arts world.

He was already furious even before he had tested his strength, and he pointed to the bite marks on his chest and roared.

"Shi Nuanyu, take a good look at this. Whose masterpiece is this?"

He was the one who got bitten, the one who got scolded and threatened; he was about to go crazy with anger.

Shi Nuanyu squinted and took a closer look, then got off the bed and poked the bite mark on his chest.

"Is this what I bit?"

She doesn't have a habit of biting people in her dreams, does she?
He has never tried to fight back with gritted teeth; now he just wants to get justice for himself.

"If you didn't do it, do you expect me to bite myself?"