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

The experiences she had along the way flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

On the passenger ship, Yang Guo used the yang energy of the Qiankun Technique to inject into her meridians, leaving a mark on her.

As long as Yang Guo moved his finger, her meridians would be in chaos, and she couldn't even stand steadily.

This feeling of being treated like a plaything and held in someone's palm has been building up for thousands of miles.

She really wanted to run to Huang Rong and cry out, "Senior Sister, look what he did to me! He's a beast!"

But she swallowed hard and forced herself to suppress the impulse.

This is something that can't be brought to light.

She carries Yang Guo's true qi imprint within her body; revealing this would be tantamount to ruining her reputation.

Moreover, Yang Guo is very cunning and has excellent eloquence, so in a face-to-face confrontation, one would not gain any advantage.

We must wait until night, when Yang Guo is not around, to talk to Huang Rong about this matter in detail.

If Huang Rong knew Yang Guo's true colors, she would definitely stand up for him.

Cheng Ying dug her nails into her palms, bowed slightly, and didn't utter a sound.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Huang Rong didn't press the matter further and softened her voice.

"Brother Jing went to inspect the camp outside the city early this morning. He has been resting in the military camp for the past two days to guard against a surprise attack by the Mongols."

"I'm the only one looking after the manor, so you've come at the right time."

"Guo'er, you've had a long and dusty journey. Go to the west wing and wash up first. I've prepared wine and dishes for you tonight to welcome you back."

Guo Jing is not here.

I haven't been here for the past two days.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guo's courage suddenly grew.

He strode forward a few steps and stopped three steps in front of the armchair.

His gaze fell directly on Huang Rong's crossed legs, then followed the hem of her skirt to that section of snow-white calves.

Then, his gaze slowly moved upwards, fixing on the two peaks that were protruding from her red bellyband.

Yang Guo swallowed hard.

He lowered his voice, making sure only Lu Wushuang and Huang Rong nearby could hear him, his voice full of frivolity.

"Chief Huang, it's been a few months since I last saw you. Your figure is even more eye-catching than when you were in Zhongnan Mountain."

"This skirt was altered so well; it covers up all the flesh, not a bit is showing."

"Especially her bulging chest, which became even more full."

"Take this dress off another day so I can take a closer look?"

This statement was extremely presumptuous.

Lu Wushuang, who was listening nearby, blushed and quickly lowered her head.

Huang Rong's ears turned bright red, and her chest heaved rapidly, emphasizing the outline of her mandarin duck bodice.

There was no anger in her eyes, but rather a panicked feeling of guilt.

She glanced quickly towards the gate to make sure the maids and soldiers were about ten paces away and couldn't hear anything coming from here.

Huang Rong blushed and scolded, "You little rascal, you've only just walked in and you're already spouting nonsense!"

"If I hadn't covered for you, Da Wu and Xiao Wu would have turned your bag upside down today!"

"You have no manners."

Her voice was soft and seductive when she cursed, sounding completely harmless.

Yang Guo chuckled and took another half step forward, his knees almost touching Huang Rong's skirt.

He sniffed, greedily inhaling the fragrance of Huang Rong's cosmetics.

"Let them search. In my bag, besides a few tattered clothes, there's only the bottle of Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills that Chief Huang gave me on Peach Blossom Island."

"I smell that bottle every day, just like I'm smelling the scent of Chief Huang."

Huang Rong suddenly squeezed her legs together.

This kid's talk is so vulgar.

A sudden heat rose in her lower abdomen.

This is the main hall, the doors are wide open, and it's broad daylight.

Outside the gate, Beggar Clan members and patrolling government troops were walking back and forth.

Huang Rong picked up the teacup on the table to hide her panic, feigning anger as she said, "You're talking nonsense!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have someone kick you out to the outer courtyard's communal sleeping quarters and squeeze you into a room with those beggars!"

Yang Guo moved his face even closer, staring intently at the patch of snow-white skin at Huang Rong's neckline, his gaze fixed on what lay inside.

"That won't do."

"I've come all the way to Xiangyang, and I haven't even had a sip of hot tea. Chief Huang is already willing to send me away?"

"It's been a few months since I last saw him, and Chief Huang's physique has become even more mature."

"When Chief Huang was treating me on the cold jade bed in the ancient tomb, he wasn't this cruel."

"How gentle she was back then."

The mention of the Jade Bed sent a complete jolt through Huang Rong's mind.

That day, the strap of her red bodice broke, and the two of them were pressed tightly together, their breaths ragged.

The light blue dress tightened slightly with her movements, outlining her round and full hips in an extremely alluring way.

Yang Guo's eyes quickly swept down to his lower body, lingering for a moment on the shapely curves of his buttocks before swiftly looking back.

Huang Rong felt the extremely aggressive gaze, and the skin on her lower back felt hot.

With so many people in the hall, how dare he stare at her so brazenly!

That burning gaze felt like a hand, tracing its way down her waistline.

Huang Rong unconsciously brought her legs together.

She lightly kicked Yang Guo's shin with her toe, a very light touch, the kind of flirtatious kick between women.

Huang Rong glared at Yang Guo: "Get out of here! Stop talking nonsense in broad daylight!"

"Wushuang, you should go to the west wing to settle in and wash up. I will host a banquet for you tonight to welcome you back."

Yang Guo laughed heartily, stood up straight, and winked at Huang Rong.

He then turned around and led Lu Wushuang toward the side door.

As Lu Wushuang passed by Huang Rong, she obediently called out, "Sister Rong, we're going now."

She saw everything the two were doing from behind, feeling a pang of jealousy, but dared not say a word and could only obediently follow Yang Guo.

Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo's back and let out a long sigh, her legs unconsciously tightening together again.

She reached up and touched her face; it was frighteningly hot.

She bit her lower lip and scratched at the armrest of the armchair with her finger.

Her mind was filled with Yang Guo's eyes, which had been stroking her body over and over again, just like touching her with his hands.

I haven't touched it for almost half a year.

Jing-gege isn't here again tonight...

Huang Rong's throat bobbed, and she forcibly suppressed the thought.

"Senior sister," Cheng Ying suddenly spoke in a low voice, "may I come to your room tonight to talk?"

Huang Rong withdrew her gaze and steadied herself.

She glanced at Cheng Ying, knowing full well that this junior sister was cunning.

"Alright, junior sister, let's have a good chat tonight."

Huang Rong's voice returned to normal, but the knuckles of her fingers gripping the teacup turned white.

Cheng Ying lowered her head and followed the maid out of the front hall.

The front hall was empty in an instant.

Huang Rong sat alone in the armchair, her voluptuous figure wrapped in a light blue dress, her rounded buttocks filling the entire seat.

She closed her eyes.

Yang Guo's mischievous grin kept flashing before my eyes.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well tonight.