Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Ancient tomb, stone chamber.

The cold jade bed exuded a faint chill, yet it couldn't suppress the enchanting atmosphere that filled the room.

Yang Guo propped his head up with one hand and turned to look at Xiaolongnu, who was tidying her clothes.

Although the "math tutoring" session just now had a minor mishap that left the two of them completely absorbed, the results were surprisingly good.

The blush on Xiaolongnu's face had not completely faded, and a hint of languor lingered in the corners of her eyes and brows. Her usual aloof and ethereal aura had transformed into a captivating and alluring charm.

"Guo'er, what are you looking at?"

Little Dragon Girl met Yang Guo's sly eyes.

"Look at Teacher Long." Yang Guo was still savoring the title. "Sister, our 'Jade Maiden Heart Sutra' cultivation method is indeed profound and extensive."

Little Dragon Girl rolled her eyes at him, but didn't refute him.

Although this method of cultivation is somewhat shameful, the speed at which internal energy increases is indeed several times faster than the previous method of sitting idly.

and……

A strange sense of anticipation began to stir within her.

The feeling of being in control of everything in an illusion, or being guided by Yang Guo to explore the unknown, became somewhat addictive to her.

"You've finished your homework for today." Little Dragon Girl put on a stern face, trying to regain her dignity as Teacher Long in class. "Rest now."

"No!"

Yang Guo scrambled to his feet, sidled up to Xiaolongnu, and said with a fawning expression, "Sister, since we just unlocked the 'mathematical realm,' a new topic suddenly popped into my head."

Little Dragon Girl looked at him warily: "What topic?"

Last time it was arithmetic, what strange thing is it this time?

Yang Guo cleared his throat, his eyes becoming deep, and lowered his voice to say, "This time the theme is called—'The Cold and Beautiful Empress and Her Fake Eunuch'."

"Eunuchs?" Little Dragon Girl frowned slightly. "They're people who serve the emperor in the palace. Their bodies are disabled; what's the point of them acting?"

"No, no."

Yang Guo shook his finger, earnestly deceiving her, "Sister, you don't know this, but if this eunuch is physically disabled, then it's quite interesting. Think about it, a high and mighty empress, ruling over thousands of miles, usually so dignified and imposing that no one dares to look her in the eye. Yet, the meek little eunuch beside her knows all her secrets and is secretly... rebelling against his superior."

Yang Guo deliberately emphasized the phrase "inferiority complex".

Little Dragon Girl was stunned.

To rule over thousands of miles?

High and mighty?

This sounds even more prestigious than a schoolteacher with a pointer.

"Then... what do I need to do?" Little Dragon Girl asked subconsciously.

Yang Guo was overjoyed; Sister Long was indeed easy to train!

His face, however, held the serious expression of a director instructing a scene: "Sister, you need to project that domineering, aloof aura. Your eyes should be cold, your movements arrogant. As for the clothes..."

He looked Xiaolongnu up and down.

This outfit is nice, but not luxurious enough.

An empress, after all, must have a dragon robe and a phoenix crown.

Although the conditions in the ancient tomb were too rudimentary to produce a real dragon robe, modifying the existing silk to create a low-end version was still feasible.

The key is that aura!

"I'll figure out the clothes," Yang Guo assured, patting his chest. "I'll go prepare the props right now. Sister, get yourself into a good mood and imagine how you would punish me if you were Wu Zetian and saw me being disobedient."

"Punish you?" Little Dragon Girl asked thoughtfully.

"Yes! Punish him severely! Look at me with those eyes that look like I'm trash!" Yang Guo said excitedly, even a little impatiently.

Little Dragon Girl looked at Yang Guo, whose face was full of expectation, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved up.

This little thief's hobbies are getting weirder and weirder.

but.

If we could punish him openly and fairly... that wouldn't be bad.

"Go," Little Dragon Girl waved her wide sleeves and said calmly, "I... grant your permission."

Yang Guo felt a shiver run through his body.

Although his pronunciation of "朕" (Zhen, meaning "I" or "the Emperor") was slightly awkward, the cool and aloof tone he exuded was absolutely amazing!

"Yes, Your Majesty! This servant will take care of it immediately!"

Yang Guo, like a true lackey, thanked her profusely and retreated, then dashed to the stone chamber where miscellaneous items were stored, intending to rummage through the bottles, jars, and colorful silks left behind by Li Mochou to modify his battle robe.

……

At the same time.

The backyard of Chongyang Palace.

"Splash!"

A fine blue-and-white porcelain teacup was slammed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Zhao Zhijing sat at the table with a gloomy expression, his left cheek swollen high, a mark left by Qiu Chuji's slap in a fit of rage.

My lip was cracked, and it hurt to talk.

But he felt no pain at that moment; he only felt a surge of anger and humiliation about to explode in his chest.

"Qiu Chuji...you old scoundrel!"

Zhao Zhijing gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, "I risked my life for the Quanzhen Sect, even risking being branded a coward, and you dare to hit me in public? And you want to cripple me?"

He touched his burning cheek, his eyes filled with resentment.

Yesterday's scene kept replaying in his mind.

That little beast Yang Guo walked out with "righteous indignation" and "sacrificed himself to feed the tiger."

That old madman Ouyang Feng "cooperated" by grabbing people and taking them away.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen were "moved" to tears.

Zhao Zhijing alone became a clown to highlight the hero, a rat that everyone wanted to beat!

"wrong……"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly narrowed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table.

Everything went too smoothly.

Everything is going too smoothly.

Who is Ouyang Feng?

The Western Poison! A ruthless and merciless demon!

It was only by faking his death that Wang Chongyang was able to break his Toad Skill. This old poisoner had a blood feud with the Quanzhen Sect.

Today he clearly had the upper hand and could have wiped out the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, so why did he stop after Yang Guo said just one thing?

Did they really take Yang Guo with them?

Even before leaving, not a single hair on Yang Guo's head was harmed?

"Yang Guo's movement technique..." Zhao Zhijing recalled the steps Yang Guo took when he emerged from behind the rock.

Although he looked heavy, every step he took was extremely stable, and he didn't seem like someone with weak internal strength at all.

And Yang Guo's last look.

It appears tragic, but in reality... it carries a hint of mockery.

Yes! It's mockery!

He's laughing at himself!

"They're acting!"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly stood up and slammed his fist on the table. "This is all a charade! Yang Guo and Ouyang Feng are in cahoots!"

If Yang Guo were really captured and tortured, that would be one thing.

If Yang Guo hadn't died, and had even returned alive and kicking...

Then what about the humiliation Zhao Zhijing suffered today?

What does the gratitude of the entire Quanzhen Sect towards Yang Guo amount to?

Just then, "tap tap tap".

There was a gentle knock on the door.