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

Yang Guo strolled back to the sect leader's courtyard, his stomach already growling with hunger.

Pushing open the door to the main house, a fragrant aroma of food wafted out, and four dishes and a soup were already laid out on the table, steaming hot.

Lu Wushuang was vigorously wiping the coffee table next to her with a dry cloth; the girl was unusually diligent today. Her faded gray Taoist robe still couldn't hide her budding figure.

Seeing Yang Guo enter, she put down the cloth, lowered her head, walked to the table, ladled a bowl of rice for Yang Guo, and handed it to him with both hands.

"Let's eat," Lu Wushuang said softly.

Yang Guo took the rice bowl, but before he could speak, a series of light footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

Huang Rong pushed open the door and walked in. Today she was wearing a light yellow dress, her hair was simply tied up, and a few strands of black hair hung down beside her fair neck, making her look very refreshing, yet exuding the charm of a mature woman.

Huang Rong glanced at Lu Wushuang and raised her chin slightly: "Wushuang, go to the kitchen and ask them to send over another pot of hot tea later. You can also go and have a bite to eat yourself."

Lu Wushuang stiffened slightly, but she obediently nodded repeatedly, turned around and walked out of the house, closing the door behind her. She didn't dare to say a word the whole time.

Only Yang Guo and Huang Rong remained in the room.

Yang Guo put down his rice bowl and quickly pulled out a chair: "Sister Rong, please sit down. Have you eaten? Want to eat something together?"

Huang Rong didn't sit down. She walked up to Yang Guo and poked his forehead with her finger. "What are you eating for? I've come to tell you something important." Huang Rong lowered her voice, her tone tinged with smugness. "I've taken care of Lu Wushuang for you."

Yang Guo's eyes widened, and he pulled Huang Rong's hand to make her sit on his lap, saying with great curiosity, "Tell me in detail."

Huang Rong leaned against Yang Guo's chest and recounted in detail how she had worked on Lu Wushuang in the bathtub the previous night, as well as how she had given away Cheng Ying's jade pendant.

"This girl is a pitiful person, and she's very sensitive." Huang Rong played with Yang Guo's hair. "I explained the pros and cons to her clearly, and I also gave her hope. Now her defenses have collapsed."

Huang Rong paused for a moment, looked into Yang Guo's eyes, and continued, "However, this is all I can do."

She reached out and pinched Yang Guo's cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. "She's softened up now and isn't going against you anymore, but if you really want to seduce her and make her devoted to you, it'll still take some effort. Figure out the rest yourself."

Yang Guo was deeply shocked after hearing this.

He looked at Huang Rong in his arms, his heart filled with nothing but admiration and gratitude. What an amazing wife she was! Who could understand!

Not only was she not jealous, she also personally helped her husband train the maidservant, providing psychological counseling and even giving her a token of love. She took care of everything, making her the epitome of a virtuous wife!

Yang Guo buried his face in Huang Rong's neck, inhaling her fragrance deeply. "Sister Rong, you're so good to me," Yang Guo said in an extremely mushy tone. "You're like a living Bodhisattva to me, your generosity is too great. What have I, Yang Guo, done to deserve such a virtuous wife?"

Huang Rong was very pleased with his words, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, but she still gave him a disdainful look on the surface.

"Don't try to sweet-talk me." Huang Rong patted Yang Guo on the back. "I'm doing this for the greater good. With her serving you, I can feel more at ease."

Yang Guo didn't care about the big picture; all he knew was that Huang Rong's actions had directly fed him.

His sycophantic side kicked in completely, and he tightened his grip, picking Huang Rong up in his arms.

"Sister Rong has always thought of me, and I must repay you properly today." Yang Guo carried Huang Rong to the bedside.

Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise and wrapped her arms around Yang Guo's neck. "Don't be silly in broad daylight, the door isn't locked yet." Huang Rong refused verbally, but her body betrayed her by going limp.

"Who cares? I'm the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. Who dares to trespass in this courtyard?" Yang Guo placed Huang Rong on the bed and casually pulled down the bed curtains.

He had learned many massage techniques in modern times, and he used them all on Huang Rong, kneading from her shoulders to her lumbar spine and then to her leg muscles with moderate force and professional technique.

"This is called a massage, my exclusive secret technique, specially made for Sister Rong." Yang Guo said while massaging Huang Rong's ear, making lewd remarks.

Huang Rong closed her eyes and let out a soft, comfortable hum. She found that Yang Guo was really full of tricks; he could always come up with some strange and unusual terms and actions, yet they were extremely pleasing to people, making it impossible for them to refuse.

Yang Guo activated the Kanli Technique within his body, accumulating abundant Yang energy and boundless physical strength. His refined internal energy flowed through his fingertips into Huang Rong's body, helping her relax her muscles and improve blood circulation.

He served Huang Rong wholeheartedly, not only to express his gratitude, but also to completely satisfy the Empress so that she could continue to cover for him in the future.

The bed shook, and the temperature in the room rose sharply. Yang Guo used all his skills to serve Huang Rong completely obediently.

Half an hour later, Huang Rong finished dressing and tidied her hair. Her legs were a little weak, and she took a sip of water while holding onto the table. "Your ability to torment people is getting better and better," Huang Rong said reproachfully, giving Yang Guo a red-faced look.

Yang Guo sat on the edge of the bed putting on his shoes, grinning as he said, "As long as Sister Rong is satisfied, I'll be at your service whenever you call."

Huang Rong didn't respond. She pushed open the door and looked outside the courtyard. "I'm going back to my room to rest. I'll be going down the mountain to return to Xiangyang in a couple of days. You should hurry up and sort things out regarding the Quanzhen Sect, and don't cause any trouble." After giving her instructions, Huang Rong stepped out of the courtyard, her steps slightly unsteady.

Yang Guo sat at the table, picked up his already cold rice bowl, and shoveled the food into his mouth. After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he leaned back in his armchair and tapped his fingers on the table.

Next, it's time to figure out how to win over Lu Wushuang. Huang Rong has laid the groundwork for the early stages, and now all that's left is the final push.

Yang Guo is a person who traveled from the future. When he had nothing to do in the modern world, he read countless romance novels, domineering CEO stories and various idol dramas online. He has a very mature theoretical system for dealing with women.

Lu Wushuang's family suffered a massacre when she was young; both her parents died, and her entire family perished. Later, she was captured by her enemy, Li Mochou, and lived in constant fear, following her every day. As a result, she was left with a disability in her left leg, walking with a limp.

This experience shaped her into an extremely insecure, sensitive, and hedgehog-like personality.

Yang Guo carefully analyzed Lu Wushuang's pain points.

She pretended to be fierce and ruthless, wielding a knife and slashing people everywhere, but it was all to mask her inner fear. What she lacked most was a sense of security, an extreme lack of security.

To truly win her over and make her accept and even love you, you must start from this point.

"How can I create a sense of security for her?" Yang Guo muttered to himself, stroking his chin. How are they portrayed in modern idol dramas?

The first tactic is to be domineering and protective of one's own.

He had already used this trick a couple of days ago in the square, slapping the Taoist priest who mocked her for her lameness in front of hundreds of people.

The effect was surprisingly good; Lu Wushuang even prepared her own water for washing her face this morning. But that wasn't enough; it only provided an external sense of security.

The second tactic is to show favoritism and spend money.

Women all love unique favoritism, and Yang Guo now has over a hundred gold bars given to him by Xiaolongnu, making him incredibly wealthy.

Spending money on the Quanzhen Sect is official business; spending money on one's own woman is the real business.

Lu Wushuang's old gray Taoist robe had been washed until it was almost white. What girl doesn't love to look good?

He took her down the mountain to buy clothes, jewelry, and the finest cosmetics, treating her like a princess and letting her experience what it feels like to be loved. Once money is involved, who can resist?

The third approach is to address her ultimate fear.

What is Lu Wushuang most afraid of? She is most afraid that Li Mochou will come to kill her.

Yang Guo's eyes lit up; he had come up with a plan.

He had to reassure Lu Wushuang, to make her understand that as long as she stayed in the Quanzhen Sect and by Yang Guo's side, Li Mochou was utterly insignificant, and even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't touch a hair on her head.

Not only must we make verbal promises, but we must also take concrete actions. Lu Wushuang's martial arts skills are too poor. Apart from the newly learned Snake Walk and Fox Flip, which are only useful for escaping, they are completely inadequate in a real fight. We need to teach her some real skills.

The martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual are profound and extensive. If we choose a martial art that suits her and teach it to her, she will have the ability to protect herself and will naturally have more confidence.

Yang Guo mentally reviewed his plan. His combination of domineering protection, showering her with money and favoritism, imparting his secret techniques, and eliminating her fears would be too much for an ordinary girl to handle.

Even the most worldly and sophisticated women of modern times would be completely captivated by her, let alone a naive and love-starved young girl from ancient times. It would be an absolute stunner.

Yang Guo was in high spirits. He stood up and stretched, his bones cracking as he did so. He couldn't rush things with Lu Wushuang; he had to slowly break down her defenses, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Lu Wushuang entered carrying a pot of freshly brewed hot tea. She saw Yang Guo standing in the middle of the room, his eyes slightly darting away. She walked to the table, put down the teapot, and reported in a low voice, "Sect Leader, the tea is ready."

Yang Guo walked over, looked at Lu Wushuang, and said in a very gentle tone, "Wushuang."

Lu Wushuang raised her head and looked at him with some confusion.

"Go change into clean clothes. Don't work this afternoon." Yang Guo picked up his teacup and took a sip. "This sect leader will take you down the mountain."

Lu Wushuang was stunned. "Go down the mountain? What for?" she asked.

"Go to town." Yang Guo put down his teacup, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "I'll buy you some nice clothes. My personal envoy, Yang Guo, is always dressed in rags. It's embarrassing for me."

Lu Wushuang opened her mouth to refute, but looking at Yang Guo's serious expression, she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

In the past, Lu Wushuang would never have agreed to go, but Huang Rong's words were still ringing in her ears, and for her cousin's sake, she had no choice but to agree to this lecherous man's request.