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

Lu Wushuang's steady breathing came from the hardwood couch in the outer room. She had been tossing and turning for most of the night and was exhausted, so she was sleeping soundly.

Inside the room, Yang Guo sat cross-legged on the bed. His hands formed a mudra, circulating the techniques of the Nine Yin Manual's Tendon-Changing and Bone-Refining Chapter. His dantian was empty, his internal energy flow stagnant. The series of battles and last night's ordeal had left his body extremely weak.

Outside the window, wind and rain raged.

A very soft knocking sound came from the window. The wooden bolt was pried open with a very thin bamboo strip. The two windows opened silently inward.

A figure in moon-white leaped into the room, landing silently. The newcomer first pressed Lu Wushuang's pressure point to induce sleep before closing the window and securing it with a wooden bolt.

Huang Rong took off her straw hat, untied the belt of her raincoat, and hung it on the wooden rack behind the door. Underneath, she wore a moon-white dress, the hem of which was stained with mud.

As Yang Guo watched Huang Rong approach, he moved to the inside of the bed to make room for her.

"Sister Rong, you still came all this way in this heavy rain," Yang Guo said in a low voice.

Huang Rong walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, ignoring Yang Guo's banter. She stretched out her right hand and placed it on Yang Guo's left wrist pulse point.

Huang Rong's internal energy surged into Yang Guo's body along his meridians. This vital energy was extremely balanced and peaceful, flowing straight down along Yang Guo's arm meridians and converging into his empty dantian. His parched dantian was nourished, and the agonizing weakness he felt subsided considerably.

Yang Guo let out a comfortable sigh. He flipped his hand over, grasped Huang Rong's hand, and pulled her into his arms.

Huang Rong leaned forward, her chest pressed against Yang Guo's. The two were so close they could smell each other's scent.

"Sister Rong's technique is a hundred times more effective than the Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill." Yang Guo leaned over and kissed Huang Rong's fair neck. "Why don't you stay tonight and give me a thorough treatment?"

Huang Rong raised her hand and punched Yang Guo in the chest, the force perfectly controlled, neither hurting him nor hurting him, but carrying a warning meaning.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm here on important business." Huang Rong sat up straight and pulled her hand back.

Yang Guo grinned, put his hands behind his head, and adopted a posture of listening attentively.

Huang Rong glanced past the screen at the direction of the outer room, then lowered her voice and asked, "What do you think of that girl's appearance?"

Yang Guo's mind raced. This was a life-or-death question. He knew this woman's nature all too well. Outwardly dignified and composed, but inwardly extremely jealous.

"A washboard." Yang Guo gave his assessment without hesitation, his tone full of disdain. "Skinny and bony, no chest, no butt. And she's lame. She can't even compare to a single strand of Rong-jie's hair. I feel an eyesore just looking at her."

Huang Rong let out a cold laugh.

"A washboard?" Huang Rong stared into Yang Guo's eyes, mercilessly exposing him. "This morning, when someone bent down to hand you a towel, your eyes practically popped into their collar. At night, watching them practice, you stared at their figure endlessly. And when you massaged their back, your fingers were pinching and kneading their flesh. Do you think I'm blind?"

Yang Guo's skin was as thick as a city wall, and he remained unfazed.

"Sister Rong, you've misunderstood," Yang Guo argued earnestly. "What I was doing was critical appreciation. As the sect leader, I have to check the physical fitness of my subordinates. Pressing their waists is to correct their posture. I'm just doing my duty."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him.

"Don't try to fool me with these fallacies. I know exactly what's going on in your head." Huang Rong stopped mocking, her expression turning serious. "Lu Wushuang is a big problem."

Yang Guo put away his playful smile and nodded in agreement.

"That girl worked quite efficiently tonight. I've disciplined her, and she's terrified; she doesn't dare to say anything out of line right now," Yang Guo stated.

"Things can't be controlled forever by coercion and bribery alone." Huang Rong tapped her fingers twice on the edge of the bed. "She knows about us. If this news gets out, the Beggars' Sect will be in an uproar, and the Quanzhen Sect will be in turmoil. We'll be disgraced and have nowhere to stand."

Yang Guo raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"How about we find an opportunity to get rid of her?" Yang Guo suggested. "Burying one in the mass grave is the same as burying two."

Huang Rong decisively shook her head, directly rejecting the idea.

"We can't kill her," Huang Rong explained the situation. "My father took on a disciple in his later years named Cheng Ying. Cheng Ying is my junior sister. Lu Wushuang is Cheng Ying's cousin. So, in a way, she's also my sister."

Yang Guo frowned.

"If I kill her, Cheng Ying will definitely turn against me," Huang Rong continued. "The people of Peach Blossom Island are extremely protective of their own. If Cheng Ying finds out that my cousin died in the Quanzhen Sect, she will definitely cause a scene on the mountain. At that point, things will get out of control."

Yang Guo rubbed his temples.

"This won't work, that won't work. We can't just cut out her tongue, can we?" Yang Guo spread his hands. "Her whole family died at the hands of Li Mochou, and she's obsessed with revenge. Li Mochou's martial arts are extremely high; she can't beat her at all. This hatred has become an intractable knot."

The two fell silent, gazing at the rainy night outside the window.

Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo. Her mind raced, quickly considering various possible solutions.

Yang Guo was ruthless towards men, showing no mercy in killing Yin Zhiping. But he always left room for maneuver when dealing with beautiful women. Lu Wushuang staying by Yang Guo's side was ultimately a variable.

Huang Rong absolutely refused to share Yang Guo with anyone. She possessed an extremely strong possessive streak. However, the current situation was special; her status as Madam Guo bound her. She couldn't openly stay by Yang Guo's side. She also had to return to Xiangyang to defend the city, and the Beggars' Sect leader hadn't yet found a suitable successor.

With Yang Guo's physique and lustful nature, he could never be without women around him.

Huang Rong thought of Li Mochou. That Taoist nun in red, ruthless and unrestrained. Li Mochou was uninhibited; Yang Guo, a lecherous man, would surely be unable to resist her temptations. Sooner or later, Li Mochou would bewitch Yang Guo. This gave Huang Rong a great sense of crisis.

We need to find someone to keep Li Mochou in check.

Lu Wushuang's entire family was killed by Li Mochou, and the two have a blood feud. Lu Wushuang could never stand on the same side as Li Mochou.

Huang Rong understood the logic.

They planned to cultivate Lu Wushuang into their own people, placing her as a spy beside Yang Guo. This would both silence Lu Wushuang and keep an eye on Yang Guo to prevent him from flirting with other women. Most importantly, they would use Lu Wushuang to deal with Li Mochou.

Three birds with one stone.

This decision was extremely wise; the only obstacle to overcome was my own possessiveness. But for the sake of the greater good, this sacrifice had to be made.

Based solely on the master-servant relationship, Lu Wushuang could betray him at any time. Only a bond of both body and emotion could make this woman completely devoted to him.

Huang Rong stopped tapping on the edge of the bed. She looked directly at Yang Guo.

"There's a way to shut her up completely," Huang Rong said.

Yang Guo looked at Huang Rong, waiting for her to continue.

Huang Rong stared into Yang Guo's eyes and said her decision slowly and deliberately.

"Make her your woman."