Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 503 Luo Yuheng's Kiss (7,000 words)

Could the Hehuan Sect's plan be related to that long-lost Grandmaster?
For some reason, a thought suddenly popped into Ziyu's mind... Soon, Ziyu shook her head and suppressed the thought.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The Grandmaster of the Hehuan Sect disappeared forty or fifty years ago. It is said that he was already over fifty when he disappeared. If he were alive now, wouldn't he be over a hundred years old? In this era where it is extremely difficult to live to fifty or sixty, how could anyone live to be over a hundred?
Even for martial artists, living to seventy or eighty is extremely rare, especially since they fight and battle with others year after year, resulting in countless hidden injuries. When they are young, they can rely on their physical strength to withstand the damage, but when they suddenly break out in old age, not many people can withstand it. Just like Elder Chen, who now needs medicinal soup every day.

Ziyu found this idea somewhat ridiculous.

He looked down at the porcelain bottle in his hand, opened the cork and sniffed it. It was indeed the smell of Xiao Huan Dan, and there was nothing strange added to it.

Although the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill is also a secret Buddhist medicine, decades ago, a grandmaster, in order to perfect the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror," searched for martial arts manuals from all over the world... Buddhist sects, Taoist sects, Hundred Flowers Valley, Sword Tomb, Medicine King Valley—almost every sect with a name was visited by him. The most precious martial arts manuals from these sects were all taken away by this grandmaster, naturally including some body tempering methods and alchemy techniques.

After the Grandmaster disappeared, the succeeding sect leader of the Hehuan Sect took the initiative to return these martial arts manuals. It wasn't out of any guilt or sense of righteousness, but simply because he didn't want the Hehuan Sect to become a target of public criticism and be wiped out. However, as far as Ziyu knew, although these martial arts manuals were returned, many copies existed within the Hehuan Sect. It was perfectly normal for them to know how to refine the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill. She remembered that when she was cultivating in the Hehuan Sect, she ate the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill like candy.

A breeze picked up in the alleyway.

Strands of hair danced wildly in front of her eyes, disturbing Zi Yu's vision.

Ziyu gripped the porcelain bottle tightly with her fingers, feeling somewhat confused. She didn't even know what she was doing or why she was doing it.

She was the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, but she didn't have much affection for the sect.

Actually, she came from a good family.

Although her childhood memories are somewhat hazy, she still remembers that the place where she lived as a child, while not exactly magnificent, was at least spacious and bright. From a young age, she wore clothes made of silk, embroidered shoes made of Shu brocade, and a beautiful jade hairpin in her hair. She was always attended by maids. She should have grown up peacefully and become an elegant and dignified noblewoman, instead of bearing the title of "Hehuan Demoness" and engaging in the business of using her beauty to serve others.

What good is a saintess? When it's your turn to sacrifice, you must offer up your pure and innocent body.

She was kidnapped by the current sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, who is also her master, because of her special physique and innate allure, making her the most suitable person to cultivate the Hehuan Sect's seductive arts.

She was very young then, only two years old. Her master thought she would not remember anything and would soon forget everything from the past. However, she was more precocious than other children. Although she did not have many memories, they were still vaguely preserved to this day. She was not one of the other orphans in the Hehuan Sect who were sold by their parents or adopted by the sect, so she would not feel any gratitude towards the Hehuan Sect.

If I had to name any feelings associated with it, it would probably be hatred.

The Hehuan Sect is plotting something, and she, the naturally alluring saintess, is the key executor. However, she is unaware of the specifics of the plan. The Hehuan Sect only wants her to approach Song Yan, seduce him, and then control him. As for what will happen next, she will likely only find out after she has Song Yan under her control.

When she first met Song Yan, she had no intention of carrying out the sect's arrangements. She could sense the allure of the "Hundred Flowers Mirror" aura emanating from him. To Zi Yu, those who used women as furnaces to cultivate the "Hundred Flowers Mirror" were all bad people. She didn't want to become a plaything of some shameless, lewd man, nor did she want to become a furnace, endlessly drained of her essence, ultimately turning into a madwoman consumed by lust.

Therefore, she planned to kill Song Yan.

Before she could even take action, she encountered Luo Tianxuan and Hua Lianyue, two women with no sense of martial ethics, who forcibly poisoned her and forced her to stay by Song Yan's side... and even have a child with him.

She was filled with shame and indignation, but by a twist of fate, she actually managed to complete the task initially assigned by the Hehuan Sect. The Hehuan Sect had no suspicions and were even quite moved by her willingness to be poisoned in order to get close to Song Yan. Even her harsh and ungrateful master praised her as a good disciple.

Of course, even when she was by Song Yan's side, Zi Yu didn't actively try to seduce him. Having a child was out of the question; she would never have a child in this lifetime.

However, during the time she spent by Song Yan's side, Zi Yu gradually discovered that this man was not quite the same as she had imagined.

Her innate allure seemed to have no effect on Song Yan.

Unless absolutely necessary, Song Yan would rarely even glance at her... This was almost impossible. You see, back in Qunyu Garden, even without her deliberately using seductive arts or trying to seduce men, countless males would still instinctively gravitate towards her, as if she secreted some special scent that attracted the men around her.

She could sense that Song Yan's gaze was fixed on her less than it was on Luo Yuheng.

If Luo Yuheng weren't nominally Song Yan's mother-in-law, she would have suspected that Song Yan's filial piety had changed.

Song Yan is extremely cold-blooded. He can easily issue orders to cut off tens of thousands of heads and can casually burn tens of thousands of people to death with a single fire. Yet, on the other hand, he is extremely kind to those around him.

Bu Yu was just a follower, not particularly strong, and of no special value. She was also seriously injured and on the verge of death. Yet, Song Yan was extremely worried about this woman who was almost worthless. He personally treated Bu Yu and stayed by her bedside until he was exhausted.

In Bu Yu's view, this was an extremely unprofitable deal.

The medicine Song Yan used on Bu Yu, and the methods he employed to treat Bu Yu, are probably far more valuable than Bu Yu herself.

Even when facing the maids and servants of the governor's mansion, Song Yan was always kind and gentle. It was rare to feel any class difference in Song Yan. As long as they didn't go too far, even if they made some small mistakes, Song Yan would just laugh it off. As a result, the servants of the governor's mansion became bolder, and some of the young girls even dared to joke with their master.

Walking through the streets of Pingyang, you can greet anyone from shop owners, street vendors, old farmers carrying hoes, or patrolling officials. You can't tell that he is the Marquis of Champion and the Governor of Pingyang. Occasionally, when he is in a good mood, he will get together with a few local hooligans in a small tavern late at night to drink, eat meat, and brag.

Whenever she saw such a scene, Ziyu couldn't help but feel astonished. In her daze, she could even perceive a kind of distortion in Song Yan, so distorted that it seemed as if Song Yan was not a person of this world at all.

Although Song Yan also practices martial arts, he doesn't seem to have a particular pursuit of strength. Otherwise, with the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror" in his possession, he could easily improve his strength by searching for virgins without restraint. But Song Yan didn't do that, and he didn't even have such a thought.

He was probably a different kind of man after all.

The scene in the backyard of the Prince's mansion reappeared in her mind, and a slight smile appeared on Ziyu's lips.

The Hehuan Sect was an extremely cold and ruthless place. Within the sect, there was only mutual exploitation and deceit among masters, disciples, and fellow disciples. Having grown accustomed to this, Ziyu felt somewhat uncomfortable when a man suddenly risked his own safety to help her, but... this feeling was probably not unpleasant.

She couldn't help but wonder if she held a significant place in Song Yan's heart.
She is certainly not as good as Luo Tianxuan or Luo Tianyi, but she should be no worse than Bu Yu, right?
Why would he do this to himself?
As she pondered, a thought would uncontrollably pop into her head... Could he like her? Or at least have some feelings for her? Otherwise, why would he risk being shot by Kong Nianhan to draw Kong Nianhan's attention away?
Then you'll feel your cheeks burning, and you'll shake your head vigorously to suppress all the chaotic thoughts in your mind, and then you'll mentally berate yourself: Ziyu, Ziyu, you haven't had a man for over twenty years, are you going crazy wanting a man?
The wind blew on her face, and Ziyu sighed softly. Although she didn't know what the Hehuan Sect was planning, she thought she might as well try to trick Song Yan into giving her the Great Rejuvenation Pill. It would definitely be a good thing for Song Yan.

Unbeknownst to Ziyu, the scales in her heart were increasingly tipping in Song Yan's favor.

……

Before a cup of tea.

It was still late at night.

The first light of dawn had not yet arrived.

The Marquis of Champion's Residence.

The lights flickered in the courtyard, under the eaves, and inside the rooms.

The area where Song Yan was located was surrounded by more than a thousand silver-armored guards. There were even people on the rooftops. Three people shared a torch, and the surrounding area was illuminated in every detail. At first glance, it might seem like a lively scene, but the scene was completely silent. Only the flickering flames, blown by the wind, occasionally made a popping sound.

Black smoke, accompanied by sparks, swayed and dispersed in mid-air.

No one spoke, probably because they were worried that their voices would disturb their general.

No one noticed that Luo Yuheng's condition inside the room had changed somewhat.

Her body was no longer as cold as it had been at the beginning.

Her pulse was stronger.

Even the rise and fall of his chest was more frequent than before.

Although the changes were not obvious, they were very real. Gradually, one could even hear Luo Yuheng's breathing. After an unknown amount of time, his long eyelashes suddenly trembled.

Then, my eyelids slowly opened.

The first thing that caught my eye was some mysterious orbs of light, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

Gradually, the orbs of light dissipated and eventually coalesced into a single, vibrant flame.

Her clothes were still damp, clinging to her skin and making Luo Yuheng feel somewhat uncomfortable. She pursed her pale lips and prepared to get up, but as soon as she made the movement, a strange sound escaped her lips: "Ugh~~"

The sound must have been rather bad.

Fortunately, her voice was very weak, and it wasn't very clear even in this room.

Her brow furrowed, and her delicate facial skin twitched slightly. All the strength in her body seemed to have been drained away, and the extreme emptiness made Luo Yuheng feel as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out. The emptiness was painful, and her limbs were sore, heavy, and numb, as if this body was not hers at all, completely out of her control.

She managed to support her upper body with her elbows and lift herself up slightly, but this movement almost exhausted her, and she was breathing heavily.

First, I sensed my own body.

That bone-chilling cold, so intense it seemed to freeze even the soul, melted away.

She survived the torment of the cold poison outbreak once again.

Her internal energy had vanished without a trace… Luo Yuheng smiled bitterly. In fact, if her internal energy had truly disappeared completely, it would have been a good thing. Unfortunately, Luo Yuheng knew very well that her internal energy was no longer in her limbs or meridians, but still existed properly in her dantian.

As long as the internal energy remains, the cold poison will continue to grow. Until the dantian can no longer contain it, the cold poison will erupt completely, and then it will be the start of the next cycle.

Luo Yuheng admitted that this power had helped her a lot, but it had also given her unbearable torment... and this torment lasted for twenty years. Every outbreak of the cold poison was like walking on the edge of the gates of hell, each time more ferocious and more dangerous than the last.

Luo Yuheng didn't know how much longer it could last.

Perhaps next time, or the time after that, she will stop breathing completely because the cold poison has seeped into her body.

Her eyes darted around, landing on the bronze mirror on the dressing table by the bedside. The mirror reflected her current appearance… her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, especially her lips. Her once beautiful face now showed signs of exhaustion, a weakened state reminiscent of someone recovering from a serious illness. Her clothes were soaked through, clinging to her body, which only accentuated the fullness of her chest and the slenderness of her waist.

There was a certain amount of shame involved.

His gaze shifted to the side, and when he saw Song Yan lying on the other side of the bed, Luo Yuheng's expression became somewhat complicated.

Although Ziyu's intentions were for safety, placing her mother-in-law and son-in-law in the same bed was somewhat against ethics and morality. In other families, this would be considered a serious offense, like being thrown into a pig cage.

Song Yan's condition was clearly worse than hers; her cheeks were flushed, indicating a fever, her lips were moving, and occasionally she could be heard muttering incoherently.

There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

She knew why Song Yan had become like this. Although she was frozen in the Prince's mansion, her consciousness was not completely extinguished. Even through the thick layer of ice, she could still vaguely see Song Yan's figure and hear his voice.

Looking at Song Yan's face, which was trying her best to melt the iceberg.

Seeing that Song Yan had withstood a heavy blow from Kong Nianhan without moving his hand away.

Watching the blood splatter onto the ice, all that remained before my eyes was a crimson expanse.

Finally, blood seeped into the iceberg, his fist shattered it, and amidst the swirling ice crystals, he could no longer hold on and fainted. Luo Yuheng felt a surge of restlessness, a burning desire, but above all, heartache.

She let out a soft breath, and after regaining some strength, she sat up straight. Looking at Song Yan beside her, she slowly took Song Yan's hand. Looking at Song Yan's swollen fingers due to the fracture, Luo Yuheng felt a pang of sadness.

Slowly, her fingers landed on Song Yan's chest.

He channeled a wisp of internal energy into his dantian and let it permeate.

His internal energy was in chaos, surging left and right, wreaking havoc within his body.

The damage to the heart is even more severe.

Tears welled up in Luo Yuheng's eyes as she muttered softly, "Silly child, are you courting death?"

"Is it worth it for my life?"

It was Song Yan who shattered the iceberg. More importantly, at the moment the iceberg broke, Luo Yuheng actually felt that she was really about to die. However, when she saw Song Yan's face, her will to save her without regard for anything else shook her heart. At that moment, she knew that if she died, Yan'er would be very sad.

In the midst of near despair, a renewed will to struggle emerged.

Aside from his father, who had long since passed away, this was the first time anyone had shown him such importance and concern. This was something even his elder brother, Emperor Ninghe, and his brothers, such as Prince Jin and Prince Fu, could not match.

A flutter of excitement stirred within me.

Some indescribable emotions welled up in my chest.

From the moment Song Yan first stepped into the Luo residence, Luo Yuheng took a liking to the young man. Song Yan seemed to possess some mysterious, indescribable quality that always attracted her attention.

She wasn't quite sure how she was feeling, but it was definitely different from before.

This feeling is more intense, more greedy.

She wanted to get closer, she wanted to… Her pearly white teeth gently bit her pale lower lip. Luo Yuheng knew this feeling was wrong, but she still wanted Yan'er to stay by her side forever… For the first time, a thought arose in Luo Yuheng's heart: she—didn't want to be Tianxuan and Tianyi's mother anymore.

If it's just her aunt, although it's still somewhat unconventional and she'll be condemned by the public, but... but it's still somewhat possible, right?

After a long while, Luo Yuheng let out a heavy sigh.

He had just straightened up, but then lay down again.

Perhaps it was because there was no one else in the room that gave Luo Yuheng the courage to lie down next to Song Yan this time, so that they could get closer.

She knew it was only a short time, but it was enough.

That's more than enough.

A smile played on her lips as she looked at Song Yan's profile.

She pursed her lips, and from who knows where the courage came from, she suddenly raised her head slightly and gently kissed Song Yan's cheek with her pale lips.

Just taste it and stop.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water.

She understood that this was wrong and bad.

But ultimately, there was no one else.

Let her indulge herself this once.

Let her take control of her own destiny this once.

Just once.

Unbeknownst to her, Luo Yuheng's breathing became slightly rapid, her face flushed slightly, and a misty fog had appeared in her dark eyes.

Looking at Song Yan's lips...

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

Just as their lips were about to touch, footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Luo Yuheng's body trembled, and he shuddered violently, instantly breaking free from that strange state.

Sanity returns.

The next moment, he sat up straight in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open with a creak.

A graceful figure appeared at the doorway; it was none other than Ziyu.

When Ziyu saw that Luo Yuheng had already sat up, she couldn't help but be stunned. She didn't expect that Luo Yuheng would be the first to wake up. After all, Luo Yuheng's pulse was weak and his heartbeat was almost imperceptible. Ziyu even doubted whether Luo Yuheng could survive the night.

It's good that she woke up. Seeing how desperately Song Yan was trying to save Luo Yuheng, Ziyu knew how important Luo Yuheng was to Song Yan. If Luo Yuheng were gone, her master would probably cry himself to death.

However, the vivid blush on Luo Yuheng's face puzzled Ziyu somewhat. But injured people often have some strange reactions, so it wasn't anything to worry about.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?" Ziyu asked, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm... I'm alright. I'm a little hungry, and my clothes aren't very comfortable. I... I'll go change my clothes first." At this moment, the princess was completely devoid of her usual radiant self. She looked as if she had done something wrong, and somewhat disheveledly took some clothes from the closet and went into the suite.

When the Princess's residence was being renovated, Song Yan's opinion was sought. Song Yan's suggestion was to preserve its original appearance as much as possible and add some bedrooms. After the renovation was completed, Song Yan added beds, cabinets, tables, chairs, bedding, and clothing, so that people could live normally whenever they wanted without having to worry about other things.

This room is actually Luo Tianyi's room... At that time, I was in a hurry to put Song Yan and Luo Yuheng down, so I didn't choose anything and just found the closest one.

Ziyu pursed her lips, her eyes somewhat cold.

I felt inexplicably sorry for Song Yan. Look, this is the person he was willing to risk everything to save. The first thing he did after waking up was to run far away. Was he worried about what others would say?

With a sigh, Ziyu stopped thinking about anything else, took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, took out a small elixir, and put it into Song Yan's mouth.

The effects of the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill are naturally not as good as the Greater Rejuvenation Pill, but it still has a certain effect on assisting cultivation, healing injuries, and calming internal energy disorders. Compared with ordinary medicine, it is naturally more useful for Song Yan in his current state.

However, Ziyu overlooked one thing.

That means Song Yan is currently in a coma.

Even if a pill is brought to his lips, it will be blocked by his teeth. Even if you pry his teeth open and put it in his mouth, he will not know how to swallow it.

For a moment, Ziyu felt troubled and didn't know what to do.

Just then, the rustling sounds inside the suite came to an end, and with the sound of footsteps, Luo Yuheng walked out.

When Ziyu saw Luo Yuheng's current appearance, she felt her eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Luo Yuheng was wearing a pure white gauze dress, which was fine in itself, but... don't forget that this is Luo Tianyi's room, and the clothes in the closet are also Luo Tianyi's clothes.

Although they are both women, Luo Tianyi's figure is different from Luo Yuheng's...

Well, it's hard to say.

In short, the differences are significant.

The clothes were ultimately a little too small.

Especially around the chest and hips, the belt was tightly constricted, making them bulge as if they were about to burst. The cinched waist made her waist appear even more slender. Her thighs clung tightly to the hem of the skirt, their rounded, pillar-like outlines clearly visible at a glance.

The curves between the chest, waist, hips, and legs are captivating and perfectly sculpted.

Ziyu swallowed silently. Even though they were both women, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Although this wasn't the first time she had met Luo Yuheng, and she knew that Luo Yuheng had a great figure, it was only after putting on a tight-fitting outfit that Ziyu realized just how exaggerated Luo Yuheng's figure was.

This woman truly embodies feminine charm to its fullest extent.

Ziyu even began to doubt whether she or Luo Yuheng was truly born with a seductive nature.
Her thick, black hair was simply tied into a high ponytail and casually hung down her back, exuding both sexiness and charm, yet also a sense of cleanliness and neatness.

"What's wrong?" Noticing that Ziyu was staring at him, Luo Yuheng tilted his head and asked casually.

Ziyu reluctantly withdrew her gaze: "It's nothing. I found some Lesser Rejuvenation Pills, which have a certain healing effect. I wanted to feed them to Master, but Master is currently unconscious and unable to swallow them..."

After changing his clothes, Luo Yuheng had completely returned to normal. Hearing this, he simply nodded and said, "It's alright, give me the medicine."

"Miss Ziyu, you've had a long day. Please go and rest."

"I'll keep an eye on Yan'er's side."

She hadn't felt anything at first, but after Luo Yuheng said that, Ziyu really felt a bit tired. She covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, and her eyelids became heavy. In addition, Luo Yuheng's figure had a devastating effect on her, making Ziyu have an urge to escape from here. So she nodded and handed the porcelain bottle to Luo Yuheng: "Take it once every four hours, one pill each time."

She still had some questions about Luo Yuheng, but she knew now wasn't the time to ask. Shaking her head, Ziyu headed outside. She planned to find a nearby room to rest in, so she could get there immediately if anything happened here.

She paused at the door, glancing at Luo Yuheng with a hint of resentment, then looked down at her own chest and muttered to herself, "Hmph, what's so good about big breasts? They'll definitely sag when you get old. The perfect size is like hers, not too big, not too small, and you can hold half of it in one hand."

Watching Ziyu leave and the door close, Luo Yuheng let out a soft breath, walked over to Song Yan and sat down. His slender fingers gently caressed Song Yan's cheek. After a few moments, he opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill the size of a little fingertip, sniffed it, and confirmed that it was a normal pill.

After a brief hesitation, Luo Yuheng gently parted her pink lips and put the pill in her mouth.

He glanced at Song Yan, who was lying motionless on the bed, and then bent down.

Lips and teeth touching!

(End of this chapter)