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

As the sun set, the three arrived at a town.

The town is small, located at the intersection of two official roads, and is called Fenglin Town.

The street was paved with bluestone slabs, and many businesses were set up on both sides.

As darkness fell, lanterns were hung at the door of every household.

Yang Guo walked at the front, leading the horse.

Lu Wushuang followed on the right, holding half a bag of roasted chestnuts she had just bought.

Cheng Ying walked at the back, carrying a book box, two steps away from the two.

Throughout the entire journey, Cheng Ying didn't utter a single word.

Her mind was constantly racing, filled with thoughts of how to take Lu Wushuang away from Yang Guo.

There is a guesthouse at the street corner, a two-story building, and the facade looks quite clean.

A few oil lamps were lit in the lobby, and three or five tables of merchants were eating and drinking.

Yang Guo handed the horse reins to the waiter at the door and led the two inside.

The shopkeeper was standing behind the counter, working on his abacus. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and glanced at the three people who entered.

The young man at the front was dressed in white, with a long sword at his waist. He was handsome, but his eyes and brows revealed a carefree attitude.

The girl beside him wore a light blue silk dress and stood very close to him, their arms touching, exuding intimacy.

Following behind was a scholar in a blue robe, carrying a book box on his back. He was extremely handsome, but his face was very cold.

"Sir, would you like a meal or a room?" the innkeeper greeted with a smile.

"I need a room." Yang Guo walked to the counter, took out two taels of silver from his pocket, and slapped them on the table. "Two superior rooms. One for me and this young lady, and the other for this scholar."

The shopkeeper reached out to take the silver.

"Wait." Cheng Ying stepped forward, blocking Yang Guo's side. "Manager, open three rooms. One for each of us."

The shopkeeper's hand froze in mid-air. He glanced at Yang Guo, then at Cheng Ying, a hint of farewell in his eyes.

Those who run inns have the sharpest eyes when it comes to welcoming and seeing off guests.

He had noticed long ago that something was off about the scholar in the blue robe.

How can a man have such delicate skin and tender flesh, with even the lines of his jawline exuding feminine softness?

Then look at the way the scholar stared at the girl in the green dress; he seemed to feel both heartache and resentment.

The shopkeeper felt more confident.

This must be some rich young master who took his new concubine out for a trip, only to be chased all the way here by his first wife dressed in men's clothing.

The first wife wanted to separate the couple, so she deliberately made a fuss about booking three rooms.

"Sir," the innkeeper said with a smile, "we only have two superior rooms left."

"Then let's get two superior rooms and one regular room." Cheng Ying refused to back down and turned to look at Lu Wushuang. "Wushuang, you'll sleep in my room tonight. We sisters just met, and I have something to ask you."

Lu Wushuang gripped the paper packet of chestnuts in her hand tightly.

Of course, she wanted to catch up with her cousin and ask how she had been doing all these years.

But she knew Yang Guo's temperament even better.

Once you're on Yang Guo's plate, the rules are set by Yang Guo.

Yang Guo wanted to share a room with her. If she dared to run off with someone else, she would definitely be in big trouble later.

"Cousin, I...I still need to help my husband wash up." Lu Wushuang lowered her head and spoke very softly.

The moment the words "husband" were uttered, Cheng Ying's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"Absurd." Cheng Ying's tone became stern, adopting the demeanor of a disciple of Peach Blossom Island, as well as the authority of her cousin.

"Your parents died young, and there was no matchmaker or proper marriage ceremony. How can you lower yourself to call someone 'husband'? This is outrageous! You must sleep with me tonight."

Lu Wushuang shrank behind Yang Guo.

Yang Guo didn't get angry; instead, he laughed. He placed his hands on the counter, leaned forward, and got closer to the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, you flatter me." Yang Guo pointed at Cheng Ying and lowered his voice so that only the shopkeeper could hear him.

"My first wife at home is stubborn and jealous. That's why she dressed up as a man and chased me all the way, determined to separate me from my concubine. You know how women are."

The shopkeeper gave a knowing smile.

"Young master, you are very fortunate. Although this lady has a bit of a temper, her appearance and demeanor are outstanding, even when dressed as a man. You are very lucky to have such a lady, but it's a difficult situation for you to be caught in the middle."

The shopkeeper smoothly picked up the conversation, sweeping the two taels of silver into the drawer. "Two superior rooms, named Tiandi. Young master, madam, please take the room number."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ying's mind went blank.

First wife? Concubine? Jealous?

She stared at the shopkeeper incredulously, gripping the edge of the counter with both hands, her knuckles digging into it. "What nonsense are you spouting! Who's his wife?!"

The shopkeeper was taken aback by her imposing manner, then waved his hand and offered advice in the tone of someone with experience.

"Madam, it's common to conceal one's identity when traveling. But if you're dressed as a man, you can't just forbid others from entering your husband's bed. You two can make up after a little fight in bed, don't make things difficult for us business people."

Cheng Ying was so angry that she trembled all over.

She learned martial arts from Huang Yaoshi on Peach Blossom Island since she was a child. Although her master was eccentric, he taught her music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and divination on the island.

None of the mute servants on the island dared to show her the slightest disrespect. Later, she followed Huang Rong and came into contact with famous figures in the martial arts world.

She had never been called out as a jealous and resentful woman by an innkeeper.

"I'm not staying at this inn!" Cheng Ying turned around and grabbed Lu Wushuang's arm. "Wushuang, come with me, we'll find another one."

Lu Wushuang didn't move her feet, but Cheng Ying grabbed her wrist, and a troubled look appeared on her face.

Yang Guo stretched out his left hand, grabbed Cheng Ying's wrist, and applied a little force.

The true energy of the Qiankun Technique flowed out from his fingertips and drilled into Cheng Ying's Taiyuan acupoint.

Cheng Ying's arm went numb, her hand lost its strength, and she released Lu Wushuang.

She took a half step back, watching Yang Guo warily. Earlier that day on the mountain path, this man had also used this strange internal force to probe every acupoint on her body.

The feeling of that heat penetrating her bones still makes her legs weak when she thinks about it.

"Miss Cheng," Yang Guo said, his smile fading and his tone hardening. "There's only one inn in this town. It's already dark. Where do you expect her to go with you? To sleep in a dilapidated temple? You're used to sleeping in the open, but my wife isn't. My wife has delicate skin; she's not someone you'd take out to suffer."

That's extremely vulgar.

Lu Wushuang felt her face flush as she listened to Yang Guo's domineering remarks, but she felt no resentment.

The man spoke harshly, but every word he uttered was in defense of her.

Cheng Ying's eyes reddened. "She's my cousin, the eldest daughter of the Lu family manor in Jiangnan. She's not your maid. What right do you have to take her for yourself!"

"Because I saved her life." Yang Guo took a step forward, closing the distance between them to less than two feet. "Because I healed her leg. Because she dared to shield me with a knife when I was in danger. Miss Cheng, you say you're her cousin. For the past fourteen years, while you were practicing martial arts and playing the zither on Peach Blossom Island, she was a cripple begging for food in the martial world. And now you're coming out to talk about rules? Where were you before?"

Cheng Ying was speechless after hearing these words.

Huang Rong wrote her a letter, telling her that she had found Lu Wushuang.

Overjoyed, she rushed over through the night.

She wanted to make up for all the family affection she had owed her cousin over the years.

But Yang Guo was right; she hadn't done anything in those fourteen years.

Seeing that her defenses were faltering, Yang Guo didn't press the issue further. He was quite adept at this trick of giving a slap followed by a sweet treat.

"Take it." Yang Guo stuffed one of the doorplates into Cheng Ying's hand.

"The top-tier room is upstairs on the left. Get your water ready, wash up, and go to sleep. I'll treat you to steamed buns tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Yang Guo put his arm around Lu Wushuang's waist and went straight upstairs.