Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

On the way, Huang Rong already had a plan in mind.

This matter must be handled properly.

Outside Guo Fu's room, behind a clump of banana trees.

Wu Dunru was already extremely anxious.

There was still not much movement inside the house, only occasional whispers that were hard to hear clearly.

He wanted to knock on the door several times, but he held back.

My master's wife is coming soon. Once she arrives, everything will be much easier.

Just as he was about to lose his composure, footsteps finally came from afar.

Wu Dunru's spirits lifted, and he peered out, only to see Huang Rong and Wu Xiuwen walking quickly towards him, one after the other.

"Master's wife!" Wu Dunru emerged from behind the banana grove and rushed forward, his voice urgent, "You've finally arrived! Sister Fu, she..."

Huang Rong raised her hand to stop him from saying anything more, her gaze falling on the tightly closed door.

"You all stay here and keep watch, I'll go take a look," she said calmly.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen nodded quickly, a hint of anticipation flashing in their eyes.

Huang Rong walked to the door, raised her hand to knock, but then stopped.

She listened intently and could indeed hear voices coming from inside the room.

It was Yang Guo and Fu'er's voices. Although the content was unclear, their tone was calm, and they didn't seem to be doing anything out of line.

Feeling slightly relieved, Huang Rong gently knocked on the door.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Three soft sounds, neither hurried nor slow.

The talking inside the room stopped abruptly.

After a while, the door was finally opened a crack.

Guo Fu peeked out from behind the door, her cheeks flushed red, her hair slightly disheveled, and her lips slightly swollen.

Although her clothes had been straightened, there were still some wrinkles at the collar, and there were indeed a few faint red marks on her neck.

When Guo Fu opened the door and saw her mother, she was initially flustered, but quickly regained her composure: "Mother...why are you here?"

Huang Rong glanced at her face and understood most of what was going on.

She didn't answer, but gently pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed the door behind her.

Inside the room, Yang Guo was standing by the table, his clothes neat and his expression composed. When he saw her enter, he bowed and said, "Master."

Huang Rong's gaze swept over her daughter's messy bed.

The brocade quilt was crumpled into a ball, and there was also a soaked brocade handkerchief.

She walked slowly to the table and sat down, her gaze shifting between the two men, remaining silent for a long time.

Guo Fu nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, her head bowed, not daring to look at her mother.

Yang Guo looked back at him calmly, without the slightest hint of evasion in his eyes.

"Fu'er," Huang Rong finally spoke, her voice calm and even, "come here first."

Guo Fu approached as instructed, and Huang Rong reached out and pulled her to her side, her fingertips lightly tracing a red mark on her neck.

The movement was very gentle, yet it made Guo Fu tremble all over.

"Does it hurt?" Huang Rong asked.

Guo Fu shook her head, her voice barely audible: "It doesn't hurt..."

Huang Rong looked up at Yang Guo: "Guo'er, you certainly know how to pick a place."

Yang Guo bowed and said, "This disciple could not control his emotions, please punish me, Master."

"Punishment?" Huang Rong's lips curled into a half-smile. "If I really wanted to punish you, what would you do?"

Yang Guo calmly replied, "This disciple is willing to accept the punishment."

Huang Rong looked at him for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly and turned to Guo Fu, whispering, "Fu'er, now that you've made your choice, I won't say anything more. But..."

She paused, lowering her voice even further: "Remember, a young lady's reputation is of utmost importance. Today, we were only caught by Da Wu and Xiao Wu, and I was able to shut them up. But if others saw this, it would be bad for your father's reputation. After all, you're not married yet, and this is broad daylight..."

Guo Fu bit her lip and nodded: "Daughter knows she was wrong..."

"Good to know." Huang Rong took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. "Now that you and Guo'er are like this, there are some things I need to tell you."

She pulled Guo Fu closer, her voice so soft that only the two of them could hear: "In matters between men and women, there must be moderation. You are still young, and your body is not fully developed. You must not indulge in excessive desires."

Guo Fu's cheeks flushed red, and she lowered her head even further.

"And one more thing," Huang Rong continued, "after you're done, remember to circulate your internal energy and use it to... to force those things out of your body. Do you understand?"

Guo Fu was taken aback at first, then realized what her mother meant. She blushed and her ears turned red, but she still nodded obediently: "Daughter will remember."

Huang Rong added, "Don't let anyone else know about this, especially your father."

Having said that, she released Guo Fu, looked up at Yang Guo, and her expression returned to calm: "Guo'er, Fu'er is my only daughter. I will pretend I don't know anything about what happened today. But you must remember—if she suffers any injustice, I will be the first to not forgive you."

Yang Guo chuckled inwardly.

But on the surface, he solemnly bowed and said, "This disciple will certainly not fail Sister Fu."

Huang Rong stood up, straightened her clothes, and said to Guo Fu, "You tidy yourself up and come out for dinner later. Remember what your mother said."

Guo Fu nodded in agreement.

Huang Rong then turned and walked towards the door, but stopped before pushing it open, and looked back at Yang Guo with a deep gaze.

That look in his eyes was complex and hard to decipher, seemingly blaming yet also helpless, and finally turned into a barely audible sigh.