The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Cheng Ying is different from Xiaolongnu.

The Little Dragon Girl can stay in the Ancient Tomb indefinitely, something no one else in the world can do, yet she does it willingly.

If the Dragon-Slaying Stone hadn't been placed there, she probably wouldn't have been willing to come down the mountain.

Even if Yang Guo doesn't seek her out, she will only wait.

This is why Yang Guo never dared to take things further with her.

This woman is too cold. I don't know what she's thinking. She keeps saying she can do anything, but Yang Guo can't see any desire in her.

That's why Yang Guo felt that even kissing and hugging her would be a desecration.

Who could bear to be stared at by a pair of innocent, wide eyes during such an intimate moment?

It wasn't out of curiosity, nor out of shyness.

That look in his eyes seemed to say, "Is that all? Is this funny?"

Therefore, the thatched hut was a huge breakthrough for him, allowing him to see another side of her, another side of her that was detached from worldly affairs.

It's just that Yang Guo was a disappointment; he prematurely gave in.

But what about the woman in his arms?

Retirement is one's final destination.

Deep affection is forgetting affection.

Aside from a few minor concerns, she probably wouldn't want to set foot in the martial arts world.

That's why he came to find Yang Guang after finishing his business.

But Yang Guo was destined to be surrounded by a huge whirlpool.

Yang Guo didn't know how to refuse her.

Not answering is tantamount to refusing.

"Rong'er, let me explain, that day..."

"Guo Jing! Please have some self-respect."

Why is Guo Jing like a stubborn plaster?

"Guo Jing, I don't care about the reasons or circumstances of that day, I only know what the situation is now."

"Don't you understand?"

Huang Rong was too lazy to explain.

This person is shameless and doesn't care about saving face for her, so why should she show any mercy?

How can you expect her to be lenient when you're in this situation? You're just making yourself a laughingstock.

"Is it because of Yang Guo?!" Guo Jing was furious and wished he could go find Yang Guo right now.

Huang Rong's face was ashen, her eyes filled with rage.

"So this is Master Guo! I've been looking for him all this time!"

Song Yu appeared at just the right time.

Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong with hostility.

But Huang Rong stopped looking at him.

Guo Jing, suppressing his anger, asked Song Yu, "What brings you here, Steward Song?"

"We've come here seeking a great hero. If you two have anything else to discuss, I may..."

"It's nothing, please go ahead, steward." Huang Rong clasped her hands in a fist salute, turned and went into the room, closing the door to refuse guests.

The meal is finished.

Led by palace maids, Huang Rong and Li Mochou entered the secluded boudoir.

It wasn't as magnificent as I had imagined.

It's more like a cozy living room.

Apart from her personal maid, she could not see anyone else.

This clearly doesn't look like a serious conversation.

"I heard that Guo Jing went to look for you?"

Huang Rong's face turned ashen. If her husband knew that she was still entangled with other men, he would be consumed by jealousy.

They wouldn't stop until they'd turned it over and over again countless times.

"Master Li, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

Li Mochou was puzzled. What did she say?

"Chief Huang, should I secretly give him a shot?"

Although her poisonous palm technique was ruined, her silver needles remained. She was now even more efficient at killing.

Huang Rong rolled her eyes, wondering how she ended up traveling with this woman.

It's all that man's fault.

"Poison is ineffective against him."

Li Mochou was speechless. No, you actually thought about it!

Huang Rong didn't care what she was thinking; all she could think about now was finding "Song Yu".

"Could it be that my husband guessed wrong?" Huang Rong couldn't help but mutter to herself.

She was quite certain that the steward, Song, was not someone in disguise, much less a woman dressed as a man.

"Please come in, ladies." The palace maid led them to the courtyard gate and stopped.

The two entered the courtyard, which was very ordinary yet cozy.

A small bridge, flowing water, and a family living in seclusion.

There is only one woman in the house now.

Her hair was adorned with gold thread and black silk, and her robes were embroidered with orchids.

What a beautiful painting of a lady from the Song Dynasty.

Her eyebrows were naturally green without any makeup.

The eyes are naturally long without being painted.

Her eyes shone with a gentle radiance.

Her eyes were exceptionally beautiful. They were clear and lovely.

But the moonlight is not as gentle as the moon's glow; it is more like the chilly light of snow.

When she looks at someone, she's clearly looking at you, but it feels like she's seeing through you to something behind you.

Her eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, revealing an innate nobility. But when she lowers her gaze, that nobility transforms into weariness, settling deep within her eyes, all without a sound.

The two female warriors were surprised to see that this seemingly unrefined princess was so approachable and dressed in such an elegant manner.

Her country here is very small.

The interior furnishings were simple. There was a daybed by the window with a beaded curtain half-rolled up and half-open. On the desk was a sky-blue porcelain vase with newly picked green buds, and several unidentified books were neatly placed on the desk.

Three small white porcelain teacups, already filled with tea, sat on a low table in front of the couch. The tea smoke rose gently from the rim of the cups, lingering in the air.

The guests have arrived, the tea is warm, and it's just the right temperature to drink.

The eldest princess rose and gave a graceful bow.

"Please, ladies, have come from afar. Please have a seat."

Huang Rong and Li Mochou exchanged a glance, bowed, and slowly sat down.

The eldest princess personally poured tea for them, saying, "I invited you two here today because there is something I want to discuss."

Huang Rong pondered, "This princess is really down-to-earth, bowing and making tea all the time."

"What brings the princess to invite me here?" Huang Rong had initially guessed it was about the Wumu Manual. But now that Guo Jing hadn't come, she knew that what they were talking about today was definitely not that.

"Let me invite the two ladies to listen to a story."

Huang Rong and Li Mochou raised an eyebrow.

The eldest princess spoke with a sorrowful tone: "There was a wealthy family. After the old man passed away, he entrusted everything to his youngest sister, who devoted herself to maintaining the family's livelihood. When her children grew up, she handed the entire family over to them. But over the years, the family has become riddled with problems. She wants to start over, but she can't bring herself to do it. Now, in these turbulent times, the family is either indulging in extravagance or has lost its way. She doesn't know what to do."

She paused, took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and continued:

"Should we cut the Gordian knot and take over the task?"

"Is it like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, patching and mending?"

"She has even less confidence that she can do better or do the right thing than she has now."

The eldest princess sighed.

The two women could tell that although she didn't know what lay ahead, her mood wasn't that bad.

In particular, she seems to subconsciously look down.

This woman didn't seem like a princess; she was more like a girl next door who didn't know what the future held.

Are members of the royal family really that approachable?

After the princess finished speaking, she noticed that the two women didn't respond and kept staring at her.

Huang Rong, in particular, stared intently at her.

It was very unreasonable, but she couldn't retaliate.

The princess invited them to a table, and the two women took a sip of tea.

She continued again.

"Chief Huang is incredibly resourceful; I wonder if he has any ideas on how to teach her to protect her home?"

Li Mochou replied, "Your Highness, is this what you invited us here tonight to ask?"

Li Mochou, like Huang Rong, did not believe her.

Looking at the small garden and cottage, it was clear that this was where the princess lived daily.

Who goes straight to the point like that on the first meeting?

You think you're him?

The eldest princess adopted a haughty demeanor, asking why she was answering questions with questions.

He said in a deep voice, "Master Li, you are overthinking it. I admire your and Chief Huang's reputation in the martial arts world and will naturally treat you with courtesy."

"If I had not been born into an imperial family, perhaps I too could have earned a reputation as a chivalrous hero."

Her eyes shone with a longing for the martial world.

"If that's the case, then she should just kill him."

Li Mochou suddenly said.

"If you're angry and confused, then you should kill, you should want to kill."

The eldest princess stared at her in astonishment.

Huang Rong shook her head. Li Mochou had no father or mother, and now she had no teacher either. She had few worries, so she would naturally take action whenever she could.

But this doesn't solve the family's everyday problems.