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

Huang Rong was so angry that her chest felt tight.

"You really are unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss."

"Of course."

Yang Guo was perfectly justified.

"I have many strengths, one of which is that I don't suffer in silence."

Huang Rong glared at him: "I have conditions too."

Tell me about it.

Huang Rong lowered her voice.

"While you're in Xiangyang, you'd better behave yourself."

"Don't go and provoke Fu'er again."

"And you're not allowed to climb through my window in the middle of the night."

Yang Guo burst out laughing after hearing this.

Huang Rong's expression grew even colder.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Chief Huang, your offer is far too insincere."

Yang Guo glanced at her.

Huang Rong felt a tightness all over her body.

She hated her own reaction.

She was the one making the conditions, and the initiative should have been in her hands, but from his perspective, it looked like she was begging him.

"It's okay to avoid provoking Fu-mei."

"After all, I'm not that interested in little girls."

Huang Rong was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Guo added slowly.

"But if I don't break through your window, what's the point of me coming all the way to Xiangyang?"

Huang Rong felt uneasy under his gaze.

That feeling of being seen through came back again.

She knew he was waiting for her to respond, but no matter how she responded, she was just jumping into the trap he had dug.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You know perfectly well what you're after!"

"You are already the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, you can have whatever you want."

Why do you insist on clinging to me?

Yang Guo leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to a level that only the two of them could hear.

"Because Chief Huang is my favorite."

Huang Rong's face turned red to her ears.

She suddenly stood up.

The chair legs scraped against the bluestone slab with a piercing sound.

Lu Wushuang was startled, looked up for a moment, and then quickly looked down again.

Huang Rong forced herself to stay upright, telling herself that if she sat down any longer, it would be the end.

Every word this person said was piercing her heart; she had to create distance between them.

This is Xiangyang City, not the Ancient Tomb Sect.

"Master Yang."

"It's getting late; there's a welcome banquet tonight."

Yang Guo looked up: "Who's coming?"

Huang Rong straightened her clothes and steered the conversation toward serious matters.

As her fingers slid across her clothes, she felt her heart still pounding.

Fortunately, he managed to keep his voice steady, so he saved face.

"The garrison commander of Xiangyang City is Lü Wende, his deputy Zhao Fan, and several commanders of a thousand men."

"Tonight, your identity is that of the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. You can't be so unprofessional."

"Brother Jing, please sit in the main seat. I will sit next to you."

"I'll have someone teach you the etiquette at the banquet later."

Yang Guo nodded.

He noticed that when Huang Rong said "I'm sitting next to you," she spoke much faster than before.

On the surface, this seating arrangement was meant to show the mistress of the general's mansion care for guests from afar, but secretly, it was also her way of keeping an eye on him to prevent him from causing trouble at the banquet.

one stone two bird.

But Yang Guo knew in his heart that there was a third layer.

She wanted to sit next to him because she didn't feel comfortable leaving him with anyone else.

Rather than letting Guo Fu or Cheng Ying sit beside him and cause some trouble, it's better for her to do it herself.

This woman's possessiveness is far stronger than she realizes.

Yang Guo suddenly asked a question.

"Does Uncle Guo know about my relationship with Fu Mei?"

Huang Rong's palm tightened.

"have no idea."

Her voice was very soft.

As she uttered those three words, a thin layer of sweat seeped out of her back.

She kept too many things from Guo Jing.

From the bath tub on Peach Blossom Island, to the cold jade bed in Zhongnan Mountain, and then to the canopy bed last night.

Every single one of them is deadly.

This marriage was, however, the least significant of all the secrets.

"I didn't mention this to him."

"That would be best."

Yang Guo stood up and patted the wrinkles off his clothes.

"If Uncle Guo finds out, tonight's banquet probably won't be a welcome party at all."

"It's a trap."

Huang Rong did not respond.

She knew Guo Jing's personality all too well.

That person was a man of principle who never wavered and always kept his word.

If he knew that he had made a marriage promise on the carriage, given his temper, he might actually make Yang Guo and Guo Fu officially agree on their status on the spot.

But what if Yang Guo really got together with Guo Fu?

Then what is she?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she forcefully suppressed it.

She wouldn't allow herself to continue down this line of thinking.

She said coldly, "You just need to mind your own business; I'll handle the rest."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

Yang Guo passed by her slowly.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Chief Huang, don't forget to put away that outfit from last night. If it gets discovered, you'll be in trouble."

Huang Rong's ears started to burn.

That black stockings and bodycon dress were still tucked under her pillow.

She glanced at it when she got up this morning and almost threw it into the brazier.

But he pulled his hand back halfway through.

She couldn't explain why she didn't throw it away.

She stepped half a step to the side, her hand brushing against her ear unintentionally, and then covered her reddened earlobe with her hair.

"boring!"

She uttered two words, turned around, and walked away quickly.

His steps were a little unsteady.

Her lotus-colored long dress swayed gently with her movements, and the pleated skirt held her steps down, but couldn't hide the slight undulation of her waist.

Yang Guo watched her retreating figure, a slight smile curving his lips.

She is truly dignified.

He was genuinely guilty.

Lu Wushuang stepped forward and whispered, "Husband, Chief Huang seems to be angry."

She wasn't angry.

Yang Guo withdrew his gaze.

"I'm ashamed."

Lu Wushuang pursed her lips and did not reply.

She finally understands now.

These two were talking about serious matters, setting up a scheme, and battling wits.

But even her personal maid felt embarrassed listening to what was being said in the middle.

Sometimes she wondered where she ranked in Yang Guo's heart.

But every time this thought popped into her head, she would quickly suppress it.

It doesn't matter what rank I am, as long as I can stay by his side.

Yang Guo said, "Let's go, we should go for a stroll."

"Where to?"

"Let's go for a walk first."

Yang Guo stepped out of the front hall.

Lu Wushuang quickly followed.

The two walked eastward along the corridor.

The corridors of the Marshal's Mansion are very long, with flowers and trees planted on both sides, and the morning dew still hangs on the tips of the leaves.

When the servants saw Yang Guo from afar, they all lowered their heads and made way for him.

The news of the Quanzhen Sect leader had already spread throughout the Xiangyang military headquarters.

Lu Wushuang followed behind Yang Guo for a few steps, then suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"My lord."

"Um?"

"My cousin looks like a completely different person."

Yang Guo did not stop walking.

"How so?"

"Before, when she saw you, her eyes were full of resentment."

Lu Wushuang thought for a moment and carefully chose her words.

She and Cheng Ying were blood relatives after all, so it wouldn't be good to speak too harshly, but if she spoke too lightly, Yang Guo might think she was making excuses for her cousin.

"I ran into her this morning. Although she didn't look well, she took the initiative to address you as Headmaster Yang."

"And when she made way, she stepped back."

Yang Guo smiled.

"So what if I cancel?"

Lu Wushuang's voice was even lower.

"I'm afraid of you."

Yang Guo slowed his pace.

Lu Wushuang continued, "She wasn't afraid of you before, but she is now."

"If a person goes from being fearless to being afraid, something must have happened in between that made her feel like she couldn't win."

Yang Guo glanced at her sideways.

This girl is getting smarter and smarter.

In the past few months of being by his side, my mind has been working much faster than before.

Putting her in charge of the intelligence department was definitely the right choice.

In the past, the selection of actors emphasized "potential," and Lu Wushuang was the kind of person who had a good foundation and was willing to learn.

"What do you think it is?"

Lu Wushuang shook her head.

"I can't guess."

"But I know that Chief Huang must have said something to her."

"My cousin Cheng Ying isn't the type to give in easily. The only person who can make her change her mind is someone even more powerful than her."

Yang Guo said, "Your cousin is indeed not stupid."

"But she has a weakness."

Lu Wushuang looked at him.

"What?"

"She used all her intelligence to be wary of others."

Yang Guo turned into the passageway outside the east courtyard and slowed his pace.

"But I forgot one thing."

Lu Wushuang asked, "What is it?"

Yang Guo stopped in his tracks.

Sometimes, the more guarded you are, the clearer others will be about what you're afraid of.