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

When Huang Rong and Lu Wushuang returned to Chongyang Palace, it was already completely dark.

Yang Guo was the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. The leader's house was very large, with a separate gate and courtyard, two side rooms, and a master bedroom, which was further divided into inner and outer rooms.

Inside the room was a large mahogany canopy bed with blue curtains hanging around it; that was where Yang Guo slept.

In the outer room, against the wall, there was a hardwood couch covered with a thin blanket; that was Lu Wushuang's bed as her personal maid.

A carved wooden screen with four openings separated the inner and outer rooms. Although the two slept separately, the wooden screen did not block out any noise at all.

After Huang Rong entered the room, her gaze lingered on Lu Wushuang for a moment.

"Wushuang, go and wait in the courtyard," Huang Rong said, her tone calm and decisive. "No matter who comes, don't let them in. Just say that the sect leader is in seclusion practicing martial arts and is not receiving guests."

Lu Wushuang was wiping the table with a cloth. Upon hearing this, she stopped what she was doing. She looked at Huang Rong, then at Yang Guo standing at the door of the inner room.

Could a lone man and woman be practicing martial arts late at night behind closed doors?

Even though Lu Wushuang hadn't experienced it herself, she understood the intricacies involved. Her cheeks quickly flushed, turning red all the way to her ears.

"Oh," Lu Wushuang replied. Not daring to say anything more, she put down the cloth, lowered her head, and walked quickly outside. As she stepped across the threshold, she almost tripped because her left leg didn't give way.

She steadied herself, closed the main house door tightly with her other hand, and retreated into the courtyard.

Inside the house, Yang Guo greeted her with a broad smile and reached out to put his arm around Huang Rong's waist.

Huang Rong turned aside to avoid his hand, walked to the table, sat down, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Guo'er, your maid has someone else in her heart." Huang Rong took a sip of water and cut straight to the point.

Yang Guo had just pulled out a chair to sit down when he heard this, and his buttocks were left hanging in mid-air.

"Who?" Yang Guo's eyes widened. He pulled his chair forward and sat down opposite Huang Rong. "Sister Rong, are you kidding me?"

"I took her down the mountain for a stroll today." Huang Rong recounted her probing at the teahouse earlier that day. "This girl is wary, but easily fooled. With just a little trickery, she revealed everything. She admitted to herself that she has someone she likes, and it's not you."

Yang Guo's mind raced.

This doesn't make sense. He went over the original plot again and again. Lu Wushuang only ever had feelings for Yang Guo, and even remained unmarried for him her whole life. Where did this new love interest come from?

Could it be that my own time travel caused this unexpected change?

Yang Guo mentally went through the list of young men who had ever interacted with Lu Wushuang. Yelü Qi? Wu Dunru? Wu Xiuwen? Or some random passerby he encountered while wandering the martial world?

The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became. He was, after all, a dashing and charming leader of the Quanzhen Sect, always hanging around her, and had even saved her life. How could this brat be so uninterested in him and like someone else?

The spirit of gossip burned fiercely in Yang Guo's chest.

"Have you found out who it is?" Yang Guo asked, leaning closer.

"No," Huang Rong shook her head. "She refused to say. Judging from her expression, that person was clearly a taboo subject. The more she dared not mention it, the heavier the weight of the matter."

Yang Guo stroked his chin. He couldn't guess.

He shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it. Anyway, this girl was now his personal maid, and he had her firmly in his grasp. No matter who the person in her heart was, he would find out sooner or later.

Seeing that Yang Guo hadn't spoken for a while, Huang Rong reached out and pinched his thigh.

"You should pay more attention. If we can't control this girl, our whole plan will be wasted." Huang Rong said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, Sister Rong, I know what I'm doing. You can't push a girl like this too hard; you have to take it slow and steady. Once she gets used to my presence, she'll naturally forget about everyone else," Yang Guo assured her, patting his chest.

Huang Rong sighed and didn't press the matter further. Her mood suddenly plummeted. She leaned closer to Yang Guo and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Let's not talk about her anymore." Huang Rong's gaze fell on Yang Guo's face.

She scrutinized Yang Guo closely. The young man looked remarkably well. His eyes were bright, his breathing was steady, and he showed none of the sickly, weak appearance he had displayed a few days ago.

"What tonic did you take today?" Huang Rong asked. "You look so well."

"What tonics do you need?" Yang Guo grinned. "Your man is naturally gifted and has a strong constitution, so I recover quickly."

Huang Rong didn't respond. She stood up and walked to Yang Guo's side.

"Guo'er," Huang Rong's voice lowered, carrying a hint of indescribable emotion, "I have seven days left before I return to Xiangyang."

Yang Guo's smile vanished. He stood up, put his arms around Huang Rong's waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"Sister Rong, I can't bear to part with you." Yang Guo was telling the truth. This woman was exceptionally intelligent and had a great sense of romance. During the past few days in Zhongnan Mountain, she had helped him devise strategies and solve many big problems.

Huang Rong leaned against Yang Guo's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

There were a host of important military and national affairs awaiting her in Xiangyang. The longer she stayed there, the easier it would be for her to expose her weaknesses. But she truly couldn't bear to leave.

A few days ago, she saw Yang Guo was so weak he could barely walk, and she suppressed her anger and didn't touch him. Today, not only has the boy recovered, but he's also full of energy. Counting the days, she realizes she won't be able to stay in Zhongnan Mountain for many more.

Huang Rong raised her head and wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck. Her eyes changed; her dignified and majestic demeanor faded, leaving only a woman's most primal desire.

"Guo'er, don't sleep tonight," Huang Rong whispered in his ear.

If this had happened yesterday, Yang Guo would have been absolutely terrified by such provocation. His reserves of skill had long been exhausted by Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou, leaving him no chance to cope. He would have definitely made an excuse, saying he needed to consolidate his cultivation level, to avoid it.

But times have changed.

He spent the entire day in the Sutra Repository, mastering the Kanli Technique. At this moment, the Yin and Yang energies in his dantian were circulating smoothly. A continuous flow of heat coursed through his meridians. Not only were his backaches and legs no longer weak, but he also felt extremely energetic, with inexhaustible strength.

It's a good opportunity to test the quality of this divine skill on the gang leader's sister.

Yang Guo grinned, supported Huang Rong's legs with both hands, and picked her up horizontally.

"Since Sister Rong has spoken, how dare I disobey?" Yang Guo strode into the inner room.

The bed curtains fell, blocking out the spring light from the room.

……

At this moment, in the courtyard.

The night wind rustled the leaves. Lu Wushuang stood in the center of the courtyard, trying to use her martial arts practice to drive away the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

She took a deep breath and began practicing the snake-like acrobatic leaps that Yang Guo had taught her. This light-body skill required an extremely high degree of flexibility. Lu Wushuang bent over, her waist almost touching the ground, and pushed off with her left foot, gliding forward. She practiced very hard, sweat streaming down her forehead.

Just as she was about to do a somersault, a sound came from the main house.

The sound penetrated the door and could be heard clearly in the courtyard.

Lu Wushuang froze completely.

Her concentrated inner strength dissipated instantly. Her footwork faltered, her left leg gave way, and she fell straight onto the bluestone slab.

Her knee hit the stone, and the pain made her gasp.

Lu Wushuang lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. Her face was so red it looked like it could bleed.

The noise inside the room didn't stop because she fell; instead, it grew louder and louder.

"That bastard Yang Guo! Shameless!" Lu Wushuang slammed her fists on the ground and cursed him in her heart.

She bit her lip, her mind a complete mess.

That's Huang Rong! The leader of the number one gang in the world!

During the day, I took her shopping for clothes and rouge. Rong-jie, who spoke so elegantly and gently, is now actually doing *that* kind of thing with Yang Guo in the house!

These two are so shameless!

Lu Wushuang got up from the ground and dusted off her clothes. She tried to cover her ears, but the sound was impossible to block out.

She walked to the water tank, scooped up some cold water and washed her face, trying to calm herself down.

The cold water splashed on her face, and her mind cleared up a bit.

This is Chongyang Palace, the headquarters of the Quanzhen Sect. Daoist priests patrol the area at any time. Yang Guo is currently the sect leader, and Huang Rong is a distinguished guest. What if someone overheard the commotion, or some foolish disciple barged in and caused a scene?

Lu Wushuang's heart started racing as she thought about this.

She turned her head and glanced at the tightly closed courtyard gate. When she came out just now, she had simply closed the gate behind her, and the latch didn't seem to be properly secured.

Ignoring the pain in her knees, Lu Wushuang limped quickly to the courtyard gate.

She pressed her hands against the door and peered through the crack. It was pitch black outside, with only a few fireflies flitting among the grass. In the distance, she could faintly hear the sound of a night watchman's gong.

She took a deep breath, gripped the heavy wooden bolt with both hands, and pushed it in forcefully. With a "click," the bolt was firmly locked into the groove.

After locking the door, Lu Wushuang leaned against the door panel, panting heavily.

She looked down at her hands and suddenly froze.

What am I doing?

Lu Wushuang asked herself this question in her heart.

Yang Guo was a tyrant who forced her to be his maid, and a lecherous wolf with a belly full of evil intentions. Although Huang Rong was kind to her, she was also a very cunning woman. These two were doing something shameful behind closed doors, and instead of exposing them, she actually came to lock the door and keep watch for them?

She was only a few years old when the Lu family was wiped out. Over the years, she had learned the survival rule of the martial world: self-preservation. She would never meddle in other people's business, let alone something as shameful as this that could cost her her head.

But when she went to bolt the door, her only thought was: I can't let anyone find out, I can't let Yang Guo get into trouble.

Lu Wushuang covered her face with her hands and slowly slid down the door to sit on the ground.

She didn't want to admit it, but the facts were undeniable. Subconsciously, she had already come to rely on Yang Guo.

These past few days at Chongyang Palace, although Yang Guo was a bit of a rascal, constantly ordering her to serve tea and water and forcing her to call him "master," he also taught her superior lightness skills and found her a safe place to stay. Last night, she had a nightmare, and he held her and comforted her for half the night. Today, Huang Rong took her down the mountain, which was also with Yang Guo's tacit approval.

Lu Wushuang, who had suffered bullying since childhood and was filled with hatred, was having her hard, thorny shell gradually shattered by Yang Guo.

The commotion inside the house grew louder and louder.

Lu Wushuang sat on the cool bluestone slab, burying her head in her arms. Her body felt involuntarily hot.

But she still bit her sleeve tightly, trying not to make a sound. She sat there behind the courtyard gate, listening to the wind and rain inside, guarding the door.

The night is long.

The battle lasted for a full two hours.

The night in Zhongnan Mountain fell completely silent.

Lu Wushuang let out a long sigh of relief. A gust of night wind made her shiver. When she came to her senses, she realized that her clothes were already soaked.

She swore fiercely in her heart that she would put extra salt in Yang Guo's food tomorrow, to make that shameless bastard sick of it.