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

Yang Guo squatted on the roof ridge, the night wind making his clothes flutter.

Instead of rushing back to his room, he took out a piece of dry rations and took a couple of bites.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, I was starving.

The night in Xiangyang was very clean, and the moonlight made the green tiles shine.

Torches lined up on the distant city wall, and the footsteps of patrolling soldiers could be heard several streets away.

Yang Guo swallowed the dry rations and began to plan for tomorrow.

Cheng Ying is a difficult woman to deal with.

Those from Peach Blossom Island are quick-witted and have a sharp mind.

The fact that she went to Huang Rong to complain tonight shows that she hasn't given up and still wants to turn the tables.

But what she didn't know was that her biggest backer, Huang Rong, was already one of her own.

It's like you go to court to file a lawsuit, only to find that the judge is the defendant's wife.

You're suing me for nothing.

Yang Guo almost burst out laughing when he thought of this.

However, Cheng Ying's Qimen Dunjia is indeed a problem.

If this girl is determined to set up a trap to imprison someone, even a master of innate cultivation won't be able to escape for a while.

It doesn't matter on Zhongnan Mountain, but once we get to Xiangyang City, if she makes a scene in public, things will get complicated.

We need to find something for her to do so she won't have time to think about these trivial things.

Yang Guo stood up, leaped off the roof, and landed in the courtyard of his own room.

Pushing open the door, I saw a small oil lamp lit inside.

Lu Wushuang was curled up on the low couch in the outer room, covered with a thin quilt, and was sleeping soundly.

Yang Guo walked over and took a look.

This girl has been traveling with him all day and running around the general's mansion. She's exhausted.

Her left leg emerged from under the covers, revealing well-proportioned calf muscles and a slender ankle.

Since practicing the Yi Jin Duan Gu technique, this leg is no different from a normal person's.

Yang Guo pulled the thin blanket up to cover her exposed legs.

Lu Wushuang turned over, mumbled something, and didn't wake up.

Yang Guo returned to the inner room, took off his outer robe, and lay down.

My mind is still racing with plans for tomorrow.

I slept soundly until dawn.

The sound of Lu Wushuang washing up came from the courtyard, along with the splashing of water.

Yang Guo turned over, lingered in bed for a while, and then slowly got up.

"woke up?"

Lu Wushuang brought in a copper basin filled with warm water.

"The maid from the Marshal's mansion brought over breakfast, and it's on the table."

Yang Guo took the handkerchief and wiped his face, then asked, "Is there any news from Cheng Ying?"

Lu Wushuang shook her head: "I just passed by her yard, the gate was closed, and there was no sound."

"Um."

Yang Guo sat down at the table, picked up a steamed bun, and took a bite.

"Stay close to me today and don't wander off."

"understood."

Lu Wushuang stood to the side, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Husband, my cousin...did she go to see Chief Huang last night?"

Yang Guo looked up at her: "How did you know?"

"I got up to use the outhouse in the middle of the night and saw her coming back from Chief Huang's courtyard."

Lu Wushuang bit her lip. "She doesn't look well, and her eyes are red."

Yang Guo chewed on his steamed bun without saying a word.

Lu Wushuang added, "Husband, my cousin is stubborn. Don't push her too hard. What if she does something rash..."

"What are you upset about?"

Yang Guo put down the steamed bun. "She's not the type to kill herself. Which disciple from Peach Blossom Island isn't proud and arrogant? Right now, she hates me so much she wants to chop me up and make dumplings. She doesn't have time to be upset."

Lu Wushuang's lips twitched at his words: "Then why don't you tone it down a bit?"

"convergence?"

Yang Guo stood up and stretched.

"If I back down, she'll take advantage of me. The more you give in to this kind of person, the more she'll think you're easy to manipulate."

He walked to the door, glanced back at Lu Wushuang, and said, "Let's go to the front hall for a proper breakfast. We'll also see what Chief Huang's plans are for today."

The two left the courtyard and walked along the bluestone path towards the front hall.

The Marshal's Mansion is very large, with pavilions and towers arranged in a well-organized manner.

Along the way, they encountered several Beggar Clan disciples and servants from the mansion, who all bowed respectfully to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo nodded in response, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

Just as he turned the corner through a moon gate, he bumped into Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying changed into a light blue long dress, her hair was tied into a simple bun, her face was a little pale, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes.

Looks like you didn't sleep well last night.

The three of them bumped into each other under the eaves.

Cheng Ying's gaze first fell on Yang Guo's face, then swept over Lu Wushuang behind him.

Her expression was calm, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation.

"Good morning, Master Yang."

Cheng Ying spoke, her voice calm and even.

Yang Guo noticed that her way of addressing him had changed.

Earlier on the road, Cheng Ying called him "Yang Guo" or "you," with obvious hostility and resentment.

The fact that she now calls him "Master Yang" indicates that Huang Rong told her something last night that made her temporarily put away her claws.

"Miss Cheng doesn't look too well. Did you not sleep well last night?" Yang Guo asked with a smile.

Cheng Ying lowered her eyes: "I'm not used to sleeping in a new place."

"Then you'll have to stay a few more days; you'll get used to it."

Yang Guo spoke these words in a very casual tone, as if he were chatting with a neighbor.

Cheng Ying didn't reply, but stepped aside to make way.

Yang Guo walked past her with Lu Wushuang.

As he passed by, he wiped Cheng Ying's hand with his sleeve.

Cheng Ying's fingers jerked back suddenly, and she took half a step back.

Yang Guo didn't turn his head and continued walking forward.

Lu Wushuang jogged a couple of steps to catch up, lowering her voice: "Husband, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"What do you mean, intentionally? I was just walking, why did she have to dodge me?"

Lu Wushuang pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Upon arriving at the front hall, Huang Rong was already seated in the main seat.

Today she wore a light purple long-sleeved shirt with a front opening, her hair was neatly styled, and her makeup was light and elegant.

She was dignified and proper, looking every bit the matriarch of a military commander's household.

Yang Guo's gaze swept over her neckline.

The tooth mark he left on her neck last night was completely covered by her collar; not a trace could be seen.

This woman's skill in hiding things is truly first-rate.

"Sect Leader Yang has arrived. Please have a seat."

Huang Rong raised her hand in a gesture of greeting, her tone businesslike.

Several plates of exquisite breakfast and a pot of hot tea were laid out on the table.

Yang Guo sat down casually, with Lu Wushuang standing behind him.

"What are Chief Huang's plans for today?" Yang Guo asked as he poured tea.

Huang Rong put down her chopsticks and said seriously, "Brother Jing will return from the camp this afternoon and will host a banquet tonight to welcome you back. Several generals from Xiangyang will be there."

"You are the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, your status speaks for itself. I'll have someone explain the rules of the banquet to you later."

Yang Guo nodded: "Okay."

Huang Rong added, "There's one more thing. I've arranged for my junior sister to stay in the east courtyard."

Yang Guo paused for a moment, holding the teacup, and looked up at Huang Rong.

This woman has restricted Cheng Ying's activity range.

To get from the east courtyard to Yang Guo's residence, one must pass through Huang Rong's courtyard.

In other words, Cheng Ying's every move was under Huang Rong's surveillance.

This move was even more ruthless than planting true qi in Cheng Ying's dantian.

Yang Guo stretched out his foot under the table and gently touched Huang Rong's ankle.

Huang Rong remained expressionless, but her hand holding the teacup tightened slightly.

"Chief Huang has considered everything thoroughly," Yang Guo said with a smile, retracting his foot.

Huang Rong put down her teacup and looked at him calmly: "Master Yang, you're too kind. Cheng Ying is my junior sister, so naturally I must take good care of her."

That was a perfectly watertight statement.

To outsiders, it just sounds like a senior sister caring for her junior sister and arranging accommodations.

Only Yang Guo and Huang Rong knew that this was putting a bridle on Cheng Ying.