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

The footsteps stopped at the threshold.

Huang Rong stepped over the high threshold and entered the front hall.

A light blue long dress hugged her figure, with a high neckline, narrow cuffs, and a hem that reached her feet—the kind of proper attire Madam Guo usually wore.

However, the waistline of the dress was raised by an inch, and the tie was wrapped around the side of the waist to the back waist and tied in a knot.

The fabric is a close-fitting Hangzhou silk, and when you walk, the skirt ripples in the wind, stretching out an alluring shape around your waist and hips.

The altered waistline lifted the curve of her hips, causing them to sway from side to side with each step.

Yang Guo leaned against the pillar, his eyes fixed on her.

Sister Rong's figure is more voluptuous than it was back in Zhongnan Mountain.

From the waist down, the Hangzhou silk clings tightly to the skin, and the curves it creates when walking are so full that they could be drawn to form the surface of a chair.

Her chest was firmly supported by the fabric, rising and falling slightly with her breath, yet it was completely covered, not a single inch of her breasts could be seen.

The more it's covered up, the more tempting it becomes.

Yang Guo's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

In his past life, he worked as an extra in the entertainment industry and saw countless female stars at award ceremonies, their dresses almost plunging below their navels.

Compared to Huang Rong's style of being wrapped up so tightly yet making people itch to take it off, it's a world of difference.

He was already planning what to do that evening.

After months of losses, it would be unreasonable not to make a big push.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Huang Rong's lower back.

She knew that gaze all too well.

Inside the Zhongnan Mountain Sect Master's Academy, that little thief stared at her with that same look.

His gaze made her bones feel weak, made her want to find a hole to crawl into, yet she couldn't bear to look away.

But now we are in the front hall of the Marshal's Mansion, the gate is wide open, and people are coming and going in the courtyard.

She forcefully suppressed the heat and composed herself.

She walked to the head of the table and slowly sat down.

Once she sat down, the beauty of that dress became fully apparent.

Her rounded hips filled out the skirt completely, and the fabric clung smoothly to her thighs without a single wrinkle.

She sat upright with her knees together and her hands resting on the armrests, perfectly capturing the demeanor of both the Beggar Clan leader and Madam Guo.

His gaze swept across the hall.

The first person I saw was Yang Guo.

The boy was dressed in a tattered gray cloth shirt, with a straw hat tucked under his arm, his shoes covered in mud, and his clothes stained with gray.

It's as shabby as can be.

Huang Rong rolled her eyes inwardly.

A master at the peak of the early stage of the Innate Realm can disperse dust within a five-foot radius with the circulation of his internal energy. Why is he making himself look like this? Who is he trying to impress?

Show it to Da Wu and Xiao Wu.

She glanced at Lu Wushuang.

The girl kept her head down, glancing furtively in this direction out of the corner of her eye. One hand gripped the hilt of her knife, and her body instinctively leaned towards Yang Guo, a protective stance.

Then turn to the woman in green.

The veil covered her face, revealing only half of her chin.

Judging from the shape of her chin alone, she is not very old and has very fair skin.

She is slender with a narrow waist and long, delicate fingers.

He remained silent and unarmed throughout the journey, following Yang Guo like a shadow.

Huang Rong's eyes showed a hint of contemplation.

Who is this woman? Why didn't Yang Guo let her remove her veil, and why didn't he let her speak?

But she didn't ask.

The atmosphere wasn't quite heated yet, but Da Wu and Xiao Wu were putting on a really good show on the sidelines.

When Wu Dunru saw Huang Rong come out, he stood up straight with a start.

The hidden injury on his right ankle twitched, and he gritted his teeth, but didn't show it on his face.

He quickly walked two steps to Huang Rong and bowed respectfully.

"Master's wife, you've finally come out! My brothers and I caught a few spies at the city gate!"

Wu Dunru pointed at Yang Guo, raised his chin, and raised his voice three degrees louder.

He clasped his hands and shouted loudly, "This Yang Guo, with a fake military pass he got from who-knows-where, came to Xiangyang to impersonate the leader of the Quanzhen Sect! Such a treasonous act! Not only does he not know what's good for him, but he also forged a military travel permit!"

"Master's wife, think about it, what kind of place is the Quanzhen Sect? It has thousands of Taoist priests, how could they let an outsider like him become the sect leader?"

"Out of respect for my master and mistress, I didn't use excessive force, which is why I brought him back to my master's wife for her judgment!"

Wu Xiuwen gripped his belt tightly with one hand and quickly chimed in.

Lu Wushuang loosened the buckle of his belt with a single stroke, leaving it hanging loosely on his hip, which he had to hold down with his hand the whole way.

He couldn't let his guard down in front of his master's wife right now, but it wouldn't look good to talk with one hand on his pants.

"Yes, Master's wife! Those two women he brought are no saints either! That one with the knife dared to draw his sword against us at the city gate; he doesn't respect the Guo family at all!"

"The other one, wearing a veil, didn't utter a single word the entire way, and didn't even dare show his face!"

"Master's wife, this kind of swindler should be dragged out and flogged first, then locked in jail and interrogated severely, so he understands the rules of Xiangyang City!"

Huang Rong glanced at Wu Xiuwen's hand on his belt, then at the subtle angle of Wu Dunru's right foot.

Two straw bags.

She didn't say anything.

After Yang Guo and the other two Wu brothers finished shouting, they took a step forward.

He was hunched over, his hands clasped in front of him, his face full of sincerity, and his tone carrying just the right amount of fear.

He had acted out this kind of scene countless times on set in his previous life. Before the director yelled "cut," he could even pinpoint the amount of tears welling up in his eyes to the milliliter.

"Chief Huang, this junior greets you."

"The two elder brothers of the Wu family are right, their words are a good lesson."

"I was confused for a moment and bumped into you two elder brothers at the city gate. I've been a wild child since I was a child and don't know the rules, which is why I angered you two elder brothers."

"All the mistakes are mine. You may punish me as you please, I will have no complaints. I only beg you to spare me my father's memory and not drive me out of Xiangyang."

As he spoke, he took out the travel permit from his pocket and held it above his head with both hands.

"Chief Huang, you are wise to judge. How could I possibly have the audacity to impersonate the leader of the Quanzhen Sect?"

"Look at this travel permit. It's stamped with the official seal of Wang Jian, the garrison commander of Tongguan. It's a seal made of real gold and silver."

"Besides, others might not know that I've risen to this position of sect leader, but surely you, Chief Huang, know?"

"It's all thanks to Chief Huang's support at the Tongtian Arena in Zhongnan Mountain. If it weren't for Chief Huang's advice, how could I have defeated that traitor Yin Zhiping?"

"Today I came all the way to Xiangyang. When I got to the city gate, Brother Wu tried to disarm me without saying a word. I thought this was Uncle Guo and Chief Huang's territory, and I couldn't cause trouble for you, so I obediently followed them."

"Even if you suffer some injustice, the truth will come out when you see Chief Huang."

Well acted.

Huang Rong silently applauded him.

But when I heard the words "Zhongnan Mountain", my mind went blank for a moment.

The earthy smell of the mass grave...

When Yang Guo sucked the poisoned blood from her arm, those burning hot lips...

For forty-nine days on the cold jade bed, after the strap of her bodice broke, she awkwardly covered herself with her arms...

One image after another kept popping up uncontrollably, and there was no way to stop it.

She crossed her legs to suppress the restlessness rising from her lower abdomen.

The skirt rode up two inches, revealing a section of fair ankle.

Yang Guo glanced at that ankle out of the corner of his eye and made a mental note of it.

Lu Wushuang stood to the side, her lips pressed tightly together.

She knew Yang Guo's tricks all too well; she had used them once when dealing with Zhao Zhijing in Zhongnan Mountain, and they were extremely effective.

The more pitiful you act, the more smug the other party becomes, and the greater the disappointment will be when the tables turn.

She could barely contain her laughter, so she had to look down at the tips of her shoes.

Cheng Ying stood at the very back, the veil of her hat hanging down, completely obscuring her expression.

But her hands were clenched in her sleeves, her nails digging into her palms.

Yang Guo's words just now contained a lot of information.

Huang Rong stood up for Yang Guo in Zhongnan Mountain.

Moreover, she helped him become the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, and his cousin Lu Wushuang even called her "Sister Rong." It seems that things are not as simple as he thought.

After hearing Yang Guo's words, Wu Dunru felt as light as a feather.

He was constantly ordered around by Guo Fu on Peach Blossom Island, and suffered a hidden loss at the city gate, leaving him with a belly full of pent-up resentment and nowhere to vent it.

Seeing Yang Guo bow his head and submit in front of his master's wife, she felt as comfortable as if she had taken a hot bath.

"Master's wife, you heard it, he admitted it himself!"

Wu Dunru straightened his back, pointed at Yang Guo, and raised his voice a notch.

"Master Guo is currently overseeing the city's defenses, and military discipline is strict. Forging travel permits is a serious crime! He's so young, how could he possibly be the leader of the Quanzhen Sect? This travel permit must have been forged by someone who privately forges official seals!"

"According to the rules, he should be taken to the drill ground and flogged! Our master always taught us to distinguish right from wrong. This kind of person who spouts nonsense should be hung on the city wall and flogged!"

"Disciple, go and fetch the family rules right away!"

Wu Xiuwen chimed in, "We can't protect him just because he's Uncle Yang's son! He can't even beat us on Peach Blossom Island, how can he be qualified to be the sect leader! If Master were here, he would definitely handle this impartially!"

The two of them talked back and forth, wishing they could just tie Yang Guo up and take him away.