He had just been reborn when he was imprisoned by his nemesis, the Empress?

Xu Yi felt a little uncomfortable being held so tightly and quickly struggled.

"No...you guys smell too strongly of alcohol, it's a bit unpleasant."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan narrowed her phoenix eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

Her long, pale legs wrapped tightly around Xu Yi's waist with astonishing force, rendering him unable to move.

"Smells bad?"

"How come I can't smell it? If you say that again, I'll make you smell your armpits right up to your nose."

Xu Yi blushed and lightly slapped her leg twice.

"Whoever smells your armpits, get out of here!"

Although she said her armpits smelled nice, I don't have that kind of fetish...

Su Qingluan didn't loosen her grip; instead, she hugged him even tighter, her red lips close to his ear, her breath warm.

"You are not allowed to insult me."

Seeing this, Jiang Xuange quickly reached out to pry Su Qingluan's hand away, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Let go! Can't you see Xu Yi can barely breathe?!"

Su Qingluan slightly loosened her grip, but not completely, and looked at Jiang Xuange with disdain.

"Dead green tea."

Jiang Xuange was taken aback for a moment, then asked in confusion.

"Dead... Green Tea? What does that mean? Why does Green Tea have to die? Does it mean it can't be drunk anymore?"

Su Qingluan scoffed, her tone laced with mockery.

"Ha, it's terrible to be uncultured," Xu Yi said. "That term refers to women like you who appear innocent on the surface but are actually very scheming."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xu Yi.

This was actually a phrase Xu Yi used to curse a woman in his past life. Su Qingluan happened to be there at the time, and she never expected that Su Qingluan would remember it until now.

Jiang Xuange immediately looked at Xu Yi, her eyes slightly red, and asked in a feigned aggrieved tone.

"Xu Lang...you...you really think so much about me? Have I...made you hate me again?"

She knew in her heart that she couldn't outmaneuver Su Qingluan in terms of eloquence, strength, or flirting skills, so this approach was the best solution.

Xu Yi hesitated for a long time before finally organizing his thoughts.

"No! That sentence does refer to that kind of person, but I never said Xuan Ge was you..."

Jiang Xuange immediately turned to look at Su Qingluan, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Did you hear that? Xu Yi doesn't even think I am."

Su Qingluan rested her chin on the top of Xu Yi's head and said calmly.

"That's because he didn't want to discourage you. Someone's really gotten arrogant."

Xu Yi punched Su Qingluan's calf twice more, and said helplessly.

"Enough! Enough! Enough! Why are you all arguing again?"

Su Qingluan frowned and said with dissatisfaction.

"Why do you only know how to hit me? She's making a fuss too, why don't you hit her?"

Xu Yi moved forward slightly; Su Qingluan's soft, yielding breasts were pressed so tightly against him that they made him feel incredibly hot all over.

"Because your skin is nice and feels good to the touch, I can't help but want to touch it, is that okay? Besides, I didn't really use any force!"

Hearing this, Su Qingluan felt relieved, and a subtle smile appeared on her lips.

Jiang Xuange, standing to the side, lowered her head, her voice tinged with disappointment and inferiority.

"Does Xu Yi mean... that my skin is too rough...?"

She gently stroked the back of her hand; her skin was clearly delicate and porcelain white, yet because of Xu Yi's words, she began to doubt herself.

Xu Yi felt his head was about to ache from being tormented by these two. He glared at Jiang Xuange, who had his head hanging low, and said helplessly.

"I didn't mean that at all... Do you want me to hit you a couple of times too?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Xuange looked up, her long eyelashes trembling, and her eyes still held a hint of aggrieved moisture. She actually nodded at him.

Xu Yi: ......

Su Qingluan chuckled, and with a quick movement of her arm, she moved Xu Yi and herself to the side.

She distanced herself from Jiang Xuange, her tone filled with undisguised disdain.

"Let's ignore this mentally unstable person and go eat."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuange's cheeks flushed slightly. She looked up at Su Qingluan, her tone tinged with stubbornness.

"You're the one who's abnormal, you're being completely unreasonable..."

......

Around noon, Xu Yi was pulled into Su Qingluan's private quarters by a daze.

Upon entering the Imperial Wardrobe, Xu Yi was stunned by the sight before him.

The entire palace was spacious and bright, with shelves and screens around it filled with a dazzling array of clothes, shoes and jewelry.

Looking at it, you can't see the end of it; there must be at least several thousand pieces.

As he looked around, Xu Yi's gaze was involuntarily drawn to a pair of high heels.

Yes, high heels do exist in this world.

Although the craftsmanship is different from that of Blue Star, most of them are designed to be extremely beautiful, and this pair is the most beautiful he has ever seen.

Su Qingluan walked to the clothes rack on her own, her fingertips tracing over each of the gorgeous garments, her eyes filled with a hint of scrutiny.

The red high heels were made of the finest brocade, with a bright and vibrant color.

Embroidered with phoenixes and intertwined branches in gold thread, the design is adorned with tiny rubies that shimmer in the light.

The heel is slender and long, about three inches long.

Xu Yi couldn't help but picture Su Qingluan wearing those shoes—her already long and slender legs would look even more stunning.

He couldn't help but squat down and reach out to touch it. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the shoe, a fair and delicate hand pressed down on them.

"like?"

Su Qingluan's voice rang out from above, tinged with a hint of amusement.

Xu Yi was caught red-handed, but he didn't try to hide it and simply nodded.

Su Qingluan's smile deepened as she slowly released her grip, looking down at Xu Yi, who was squatting on the ground.

"Then I'll let you wear it?"

Xu Yi suddenly stood up, glaring at Su Qingluan, his tone tinged with anger.

"Huh?! You woman..."

Su Qingluan laughed even harder and reached out to pinch his cheek.

"Just kidding, don't be so angry."

"But would you like to see me dressed?"

She gently tapped Xu Yi's chest with her finger, her tone returning to its previous languidness, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

Xu Yi's eyes darted around, and he nodded almost unconsciously, his voice a little hoarse.

"think."

Seeing Xu Yi's somewhat evasive gaze, Su Qingluan felt even more smug. She straightened up and drew out her words.

"Hmm...you want to see it?"

Seeing Xu Yi nod again, Su Qingluan slowly said...

"Then...how about you put it on for me yourself?"

Xu Yi blinked after hearing this.

Sigh, is that all you're asking for...?

He suppressed his thoughts, looked up at Su Qingluan, and spoke with a hint of probing.

"Sure, but you have to grant me one request."

Su Qingluan crossed her arms over her chest, watching him with great interest.

"What are your requirements? Tell me."

Xu Yi's eyes fell on those high heels.

"Next time you do *that*, wear it."

Su Qingluan instantly guessed what Xu Yi meant by "when," but deliberately feigned ignorance, tilting her head with a look of confusion in her phoenix eyes and a hint of bewilderment in her tone.

"When was that...?"