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

As soon as the door to the west wing closed, Lu Wushuang took two quick breaths.

Her back was pressed against the door panel, her chest heaving violently.

The clothes she wore while traveling were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and accentuating the girl's beautiful figure.

Yang Guo walked slowly to the table, poured himself a cup of cool tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Lu Wushuang.

From her heaving chest, my gaze traveled down to her long, straight legs.

Since practicing the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian (a martial arts manual), Lu Wushuang's broken bones have been reshaped, his leg ailment has been cured, and he stands straight and tall, his figure becoming increasingly eye-catching.

"Why are you so scared?"

Yang Guo walked over, braced himself against the door with one hand, trapping Lu Wushuang between himself and the wooden door.

Lu Wushuang swallowed hard, her voice very low.

"My lord, you've been incredibly bold today!"

"With so many people in the hall, your eyes are practically piercing into Sister Rong's collar."

"Master Guo is currently in Xiangyang City. If someone notices anything amiss, we will both be doomed."

Yang Guo lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

Lu Wushuang's body went limp, and her legs trembled uncontrollably.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Yang Guo's hand slid down Lu Wushuang's waistline and patted her pert bottom through the fabric.

"Your sister Rong dressed like that today specifically for me."

"Didn't you see her light blue dress? It was so tight at the back, making her two cheeks look so round."

"If I don't take a second look, she won't be able to sleep tonight."

Lu Wushuang felt hot all over from his pats, and a burning sensation rose in her lower abdomen.

She bit her lower lip and placed her hands on Yang Guo's chest, but she couldn't muster any strength to push him away.

"Husband, stop fooling around! We're at the Guo residence!"

"There are government troops patrolling outside, and they can hear us through the walls."

"Master Guo's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are renowned throughout the world. If a fight were to break out, we wouldn't even be able to leave the city gates!"

Yang Guo chuckled and then gave up teasing Lu Wushuang.

"Uncle Guo's martial arts skills are indeed superb. The Nine Yin Manual combined with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is a perfect blend of strength and gentleness."

Yang Guo whispered in her ear.

"If he goes all out, I can only temporarily avoid his attacks."

Lu Wushuang panicked, "What should we do?"

"If my cousin tells me about how you bullied her on the boat, Sister Rong will definitely be furious."

"Sister Rong has a bad temper, a deep mind, and many tricks up her sleeve. If she turns on you, can you handle her, husband?"

In Lu Wushuang's observation, her cousin was only bullied by Yang Guo, but she did not realize that Cheng Ying had already been taken advantage of by Yang Guo.

"It's good that she went to complain."

Yang Guo's tone held a hint of amusement, "I'm just afraid she won't go, and we'll see who Chief Huang favors the most."

Lu Wushuang blushed deeply upon hearing this.

She looked up at Yang Guo's nonchalant face, and the fear in her heart slowly turned into a strange sense of excitement.

The man she had chosen had completely subdued the renowned Madam Guo, making even her, a mere maidservant, feel unusually excited.

Yang Guo looked at Lu Wushuang's flushed cheeks, and understood perfectly.

Cheng Ying, that woman, appears gentle and intellectual on the surface, but in reality, she has an extremely strong desire for control.

Although Cheng Ying did not say a word in the hall today, Yang Guo had already figured out her background by observing her aura.

The Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm True Qi within Cheng Ying's body is biased towards the Yin and Wood attributes. When it encounters the domineering Qiankun Technique Pure Yang True Qi, it can only be suppressed.

"Rest here and practice the Yi Jin Duan Gu Technique to regulate your internal energy. Don't let your mind wander."

Yang Guo withdrew his hand and helped Lu Wushuang adjust her clothes.

He was very methodical in his actions; while he might flirt, he would never act rashly before ascertaining the true strength of the Guo family.

The Guo residence is riddled with spies and Beggar Clan members have numerous informants; tonight will be the true battleground.

……

In the other guest room, Cheng Ying sat upright on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

The suffering was unbearable.

After returning from the hall, the Qiankun Jue True Qi imprint in the Qihai acupoint began to churn violently.

The small amount of true energy that Yang Guo released in the hall completely awakened the yang energy within her body.

Cheng Ying pressed her legs tightly together and gasped for breath.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her green dress was soaked with sweat, sticking stickily to her back.

Yang Guo's cultivation of the Qiankun Technique was extremely domineering, completely different from the Falling Petals True Qi that she herself cultivated.

Whenever she tried to suppress it using the sect's internal energy cultivation method, the true energy would become stronger with each encounter, rampaging through her meridians and bringing a strange sensation of tingling and heat.

That's so embarrassing.

She was a pure and upright young lady from a prominent family, and the last disciple of Huang Yaoshi, the master of Peach Blossom Island.

She was usually dignified and polite, and had never even touched a man's hand.

But now, because of the true energy Yang Guo left in her body, her whole body is burning hot.

As soon as Cheng Ying closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was Yang Guo's brazen gaze as he stared at Huang Rong's chest in the hall.

That man is a complete scoundrel and a lecherous glutton!

"I can't let him continue to act so arrogantly!"

Cheng Ying gritted her teeth, forced herself to gather her inner energy, and tried to suppress the heat in her dantian.

"Senior sister has definitely been fooled by him!"

"My senior sister is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and she values ​​chivalry and sect rules the most."

"As long as I devise a plan to expose Yang Guo's true colors, my senior sister will surely cripple his martial arts and avenge me!"

Cheng Ying's mind raced.

She knew that Yang Guo's martial arts skills were extremely high, and even the Wu brothers could not last a single move against him. She had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation based on martial arts alone.

We must outsmart them.

She was proficient in the Qimen Dunjia techniques of Peach Blossom Island. If she could use the artificial hills and waterside pavilions in the Guo Mansion to set up a trapping formation, and then supplement it with the Beggars' Sect's Dog-Beating Formation, she could lure Yang Guo into it and trap him.

Once his true energy is exhausted, his senior sister will step in and subdue him.

This kind of strategic planning is Cheng Ying's consistent style of doing things.

She wouldn't allow anything to escape her control, especially an extremely dangerous and aggressive variable like Yang Guo.

She wanted to strip Yang Guo of his ability to resist and place him under her own rules, both to protect herself and to punish the madman who had taken her innocence.

Thinking of this, Cheng Ying calmed down a little.

She took a deep breath, guiding the remaining essence of the Fallen Petals within her body to protect her heart meridian, allowing the Yang energy of the Qiankun Technique to circulate in her lower abdomen, no longer forcibly resisting it.

Conserving energy and waiting until nightfall is the best course of action.

……

Night falls.

The night watchman in Xiangyang City struck the first watch of the night.

In the main room of the backyard of the Marshal's Mansion, Huang Rong had just finished washing herself.

Instead of wearing the light blue dress, she changed into a very thin silk robe.

Underneath her bathrobe, she wore only a bright red mandarin duck-patterned bodice.

The robe was made of very thin fabric, and when the candlelight shone on it, it was almost transparent, clearly revealing the outline of her full and mature figure.

The two large mounds on her chest were extremely heavy, pushing the silk fabric up into a high arc.

The red silk ribbon of the bodice tied around her fair neck, leaving a faint red mark.

Huang Rong sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.

The hem of her bathrobe slipped down, revealing a large section of her plump, snow-white calves.

She held a round fan in her hand, fanning herself idly.

An ice basin sat in the corner of the room, emitting a cool breeze, but she still felt hot.

That heat emanates from deep within the bones.

The nonsense Yang Guo uttered in the hall during the day stirred up all the desires she had been suppressing for the past six months.

With her brother Jing away on patrol outside the city, the backyard became her personal domain.

She used this as an excuse to send all her personal maids to the front yard, and also ordered the removal of the two squads of sentries outside the yard.

The courtyard gate was half-open, waiting for the petty thief to sneak in.

Huang Rong's gaze fell on the flickering candlelight, her emotions fluctuating.

As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, she was a master strategist during the day, handling military intelligence flawlessly.

But in front of Yang Guo, all her defenses and composure were easily shattered.

That thief had a sharp eye; he always targeted her most vulnerable and secretive spots.

The forty-nine days she spent on the cold jade bed in Zhongnan Mountain were the biggest secret of her life.

The essence of dual cultivation of the Qiankun Technique had long been etched into her very bones.

The handle of the round fan in my hand was slightly warm from being squeezed.

Huang Rong felt a familiar emptiness rising within her, and she even rehearsed in her mind the scene of the two meeting later.

She first had to adopt the airs of an elder and reprimand him to curb his arrogance during the day.

Wait until he admits his mistake and then let him run wild.

But she also knew in her heart that Yang Guo would never obediently give in.

That kid is a master of human nature and knows how to advance and retreat. He will definitely retaliate with even more vulgar words until he strips her naked and tramples her dignity as the gang leader underfoot.

Outside the door, there was a very light sound of footsteps.

Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became rapid.

She quickly brought her legs together, gripped the handle of the round fan tightly with her fingers, and her chest heaved violently.

The little thief is here.

She could even picture Yang Guo's lecherous gaze fixed on her as he pushed open the door.