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

Huang Rong's chopsticks tapped against the rim of the bowl, making a crisp sound.

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet foyer.

Guo Jing turned his head, looked at his wife's flushed cheeks, and asked with concern, "Rong'er, what's wrong? Have you been overworking yourself these past few days and are you feeling unwell?"

Huang Rong quickly lowered her head, placed the chopsticks on the chopstick rest, and folded her hands on her knees.

"It's nothing, Brother Jing. This wine is a bit strong. I drank it too fast just now, and I feel a little dizzy."

She made up an excuse on the spot, but didn't dare to look to the right at all.

Because sitting on the right is Yang Guo.

Yang Guo picked up the wine cup in front of him, brought it to his lips, and took a small sip.

His gaze fell on Huang Rong, and his innate energy, carrying his voice, precisely delivered it into Huang Rong's eardrums.

"Chief Huang, your alcohol tolerance has declined."

"Back in Zhongnan Mountain, you drank far more than this."

"Back then, you held me tightly and wouldn't let go, determined to fight until dawn."

Hearing the voice transmission in her ear, Huang Rong's breathing instantly became erratic.

She forced herself not to recall the absurdity of that night in the bathtub.

This is the main hall of the Marshal's Mansion.

Her husband, Guo Jing, sat on her left, while military generals and veteran martial arts figures sat on her right.

If she reveals even the slightest flaw, the Guo family and Peach Blossom Island will completely lose face.

Huang Rong hurriedly picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of cool tea, trying to suppress the burning sensation in her throat.

Lu Wende saw this scene and assumed that Madam Guo was upset because her daughter Guo Fu had run away without permission.

He picked up his wine glass and stood up, his smile three times more genuine than before.

"Master Yang."

Lu Wende held up his wine glass and moved it forward.

"General Zhao was a rough man and didn't know the rules. He was very rude."

"I, Lü, would like to offer a toast to Headmaster Yang!"

"It is a blessing for the Song Dynasty and even more so for Xiangyang that the Quanzhen Sect has a figure like Master Yang in charge."

Yang Guo also stood up, picked up his wine cup, and held the bottom of the cup with one hand.

He neither appeared arrogant nor obsequious; his attitude was just right.

"You're too kind, Lord Lü."

"Although the Quanzhen Sect is a sect outside of civilization and should not meddle in worldly affairs, now that the Mongol cavalry is advancing south, no egg remains unbroken when the nest is overturned."

"Uncle Guo has rendered great service in guarding Xiangyang. Our Quanzhen Sect's three thousand disciples will naturally not stand idly by."

These words were perfectly watertight.

This both elevated Guo Jing's reputation and gave face to Lü Wende, while also demonstrating the firm stance of the Quanzhen Sect.

Guo Jing, sitting in the main seat, nodded repeatedly as he listened.

His eyes were full of satisfaction as he looked at Yang Guo.

Yang Kang's son eventually followed the right path.

With such magnanimity and breadth of mind, the Quanzhen Sect was indeed a hundred times better under Yang Guo's leadership than under those conservative old Taoist priests.

Lu Wende tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, then sat back down in his chair with a smile.

Having just suffered a setback, Zhao Fan didn't dare to lift his head and just kept picking at his food.

The welcoming banquet lasted until past midnight before finally ending.

After the seasoned elders of the martial arts world had eaten and drunk their fill, they all rose to take their leave.

Lü Wende and Zhao Fan also used military duties as an excuse to leave the marshal's mansion with their entourage.

At this moment, only Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Yang Guo remained in the front hall.

Cheng Ying sat next to Yang Guo the whole time, only managing to eat a few mouthfuls of white rice.

After Yang Guo secretly activated the yang energy imprint within her body, the heat lingered in her Shaoyin meridian and refused to dissipate.

Now, not only are her inner thighs sore, but her legs are also stiff when they are together, and she has to rely on circulating the Peach Blossom Island mental cultivation technique to stand up.

Guo Jing sighed and stood up.

"Guo'er, you've just arrived in Xiangyang today and must be tired from your journey. Go back to your room and rest early."

"I'm going to check on Fu'er in the backyard; that girl has been absolutely outrageous today."

Yang Guo bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Uncle Guo, take care."

Guo Jing nodded and strode out of the front hall.

At this moment, only Huang Rong, Yang Guo, Lu Wushuang who was standing behind Yang Guo, and Cheng Ying who was sitting next to him remained in the hall.

Huang Rong stood up, walked quickly to Cheng Ying's side, and reached out to support her arm.

"Junior sister, why don't you go back to the east courtyard and rest?"

With Huang Rong's help, Cheng Ying managed to stand up. She lowered her head, didn't say a word, and turned to walk out.

She just wanted to get as far away from Yang Guo as possible, so as not to lose her composure in front of him.

Yang Guo watched Cheng Ying's departing figure, then turned around and his gaze met Huang Rong's eyes.

Huang Rong's eyes were cold and full of warning.

Yang Guo simply smiled knowingly.

He took a step forward, keeping his voice extremely low.

"Chief Huang, it seems your junior sister still needs to work on her composure."

"Her legs were shaking the whole time she was sitting in the chair."

Huang Rong also lowered her voice and spoke in an icy tone: "You promised me that you wouldn't cause any trouble tonight."

"I'm very well-behaved."

Yang Guo spread his hands out with an innocent expression.

"Not only did I cooperate with you in putting on such a big show and intimidate Lu Wende and his gang, but Uncle Guo was also very satisfied with me."

"Aren't you going to reward me?"

Huang Rong glared at him warily: "What do you want to do?"

"If the bed in the west wing is too hard, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

Yang Guo stared unabashedly at her chest, which was completely covered by her lotus-colored long robe.

"If Chief Huang can't sleep tonight either, he can come to the west wing to find me. I carry some excellent wound medicine with me, which can help you carefully apply the tooth marks on your shoulder."

Huang Rong's ears instantly turned bright red.

She quickly took half a step back, creating distance between them.

"Shameless!"

After uttering those two words in a low voice, Huang Rong turned and quickly left the front hall.

She left in a great hurry, afraid that if she listened to another word, she would be unable to resist pulling out a dog-beating stick and hitting someone on the spot.

As Yang Guo watched her slightly flustered back, the smile on his lips widened even further.

He turned his head and looked at Lu Wushuang, who had been standing respectfully behind him.

Lu Wushuang lowered his head, his hands gripping the hilt of the willow-leaf scimitar tightly.

"Let's go back to our room."

Yang Guo strode outside.

Lu Wushuang quickly followed.

The west wing had been cleaned up and was now spotless.

Two oil lamps were lit inside the room, emitting a dim and warm light.

A pot of hot tea was placed on the table, next to which was the large bundle that had been bought from Jinxiu Pavilion during the day.

Yang Guo stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

The wooden door made a soft creaking sound.

Lu Wushuang walked to the table, poured a cup of hot tea, and respectfully handed it to Yang Guo with both hands.

"My lord, please have some tea."

She had been standing in the front hall for most of the night and had seen everything.

She vaguely guessed that her cousin Cheng Ying had suffered some injustice, and she could also see that the high and mighty Chief Huang was completely under Yang Guo's control.

But she didn't care about any of that.

All she knew was that the man in front of her had cured her crippled leg, which she had held for many years, and given her a place to settle down and make a living.

Yang Guo took the teacup, took a sip, and then casually placed it on the table.

He sat down on the round stool, his legs slightly apart, his deep gaze quietly fixed on Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang was wearing a plain-colored, narrow-sleeved long robe today.

In fact, she had already bathed and changed clothes while resting at the inn during the day.

"Did you wear the things you bought during the day?"

Yang Guo asked slowly.

Although his voice wasn't loud, it was crystal clear in the quiet room.

Lu Wushuang's face instantly turned bright red.

Her hands were tightly clasped together, her fingers digging into each other, and she didn't dare to lift her head.

"I'm... I'm already wearing it."

Her voice was barely audible, tinged with shyness.

"Take off your coat and let me see."

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair and made his request as if it were perfectly natural.

Lu Wushuang's body stiffened slightly.

She bit her delicate lower lip, hesitated for a while, and then slowly raised her hands to unbutton the buttons on her coat.

One, two...

Her coat slipped off her shoulders and fell softly to the ground.

At this moment, she was only wearing a thin white undergarment.

"continue."

Yang Guo showed no intention of stopping them, his eyes filled with scrutiny and amusement.

Lu Wushuang's long eyelashes trembled incessantly.

With trembling hands, she untied the sash of her inner garment and pulled it down to her elbows.

Under the dim light, a bright red silk bodice was immediately revealed.

The fabric of that bellyband was extremely thin.

The two mandarin ducks embroidered with gold thread are positioned precisely at the fullest and most undulating part of the chest.

A thin red ribbon wrapped around her fair and slender neck and tied into an exquisite knot behind her jade-like back.

The dazzling red color contrasted sharply with her snow-white, delicate skin, creating an extremely strong visual impact.

Lu Wushuang instinctively covered her chest with both hands, too embarrassed to let go.

"Take your hand away."

Yang Guo commanded in an unquestionable tone.

Lu Wushuang obediently lowered her hands, letting them hang at her sides.

She simply closed her eyes tightly, not daring to meet Yang Guo's gaze.

Yang Guo's gaze slowly moved down from her slender neck.

The thin silk fabric clung to the skin, perfectly outlining the girl's exquisite curves.

Her waist was so slender that it could be encircled by one hand, and the hem of her bodice just covered her navel, revealing a section of her flat and firm abdomen.

"come over."

Yang Guo gently patted his thigh.

Lu Wushuang opened her eyes and walked towards him.

She walked very slowly, but each step was extremely steady.

The left leg that had been lame for over a decade is now perfectly normal when I walk.

She walked up to Yang Guo and obediently stopped.

Yang Guo stretched out his right hand and grabbed her left calf.

His fingers gently caressed her delicate, smooth skin.

Lu Wushuang's breathing suddenly became rapid and heavy.

She was all too familiar with this wonderful tactile sensation.

During the months they helped treat her leg, those hands would repeatedly roam over her leg every day.

Yang Guo's palm slid up her calf.

Beyond the rounded knees, it finally reached the plump thighs.

Lu Wushuang felt her knees go weak, and her body involuntarily leaned forward, eventually sitting on Yang Guo's lap.

Those long, slender legs encircled his waist.

Yang Guo then wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace.

A bright red silk bodice clung tightly to his blue Taoist robe.

"My lord..."

Lu Wushuang buried her flushed face in Yang Guo's neck, her voice soft and sweet.

"Does this bellyband... look good?"

Yang Guo's hand had already reached up her smooth back and easily untied the thin knot hanging behind her neck.

The red gauze fabric immediately loosened considerably.

"It looks nice, but it's a little bit in the way."

Yang Guo lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Tomorrow, go and recheck the list of spies in Xiangyang City, and build a prototype for the intelligence bureau that Quanzhen Sect has set up in Xiangyang City."

"Remember, you are not allowed to mention this to anyone, including Chief Huang and your cousin."

"After we finish this important business, don't wear this outfit when you come back tonight."

Lu Wushuang's body was incredibly hot in Yang Guo's arms.

She nodded obediently and hugged Yang Guo even tighter.

The oil lamp in the room flickered slightly, and the light dimmed a little.

The night breeze outside the window swept through the courtyard, rustling the leaves.

Yang Guo's nightlife has only just begun.