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

Inside the west wing, the flickering oil lamp flame swayed slightly.

With a flick of Yang Guo's slender fingers, the bright red silk bodice slipped silently down Lu Wushuang's smooth, jade-like back and landed on the cool blue brick floor.

There was no brazier in the room, and a cool night breeze squeezed in through the cracks in the window, blowing on Lu Wushuang's bare and delicate shoulders, raising goosebumps.

At this moment, she was only wearing a pair of white silk trousers, which made her appear even more thin and alluring.

She frantically reached out and covered her chest with both hands, her head bowed, her chin almost touching her delicate collarbone.

Yang Guo leaned back lazily in his chair, his legs slightly apart, his hands casually resting on his knees.

He didn't pick up the undergarment from the ground, nor did he urge her. He simply stared at her with an intensely aggressive gaze, patiently waiting for Lu Wushuang to adapt on her own.

"You watched the play in the front hall for most of the night. Did you learn anything?" Yang Guo asked slowly.

Lu Wushuang's delicate toes dug tightly into the ground, not daring to look up and meet his gaze. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I've learned something."

"Oh? What did you learn?" Yang Guo raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I've learned... one shouldn't be too concerned about saving face."

After holding it in for a long time, Lu Wushuang finally blurted out these words with a blush on her face.

Yang Guo couldn't help but laugh out loud. He reached out and pinched Lu Wushuang's delicate chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"You silly girl, your words may be rough, but the truth is right."

Yang Guo looked at her pretty face, which could express both joy and anger, and said with a light laugh:

"Your cousin Cheng Ying is too concerned about her reputation. She values ​​the honor of Peach Blossom Island more than her own life, which is why I have her completely under my control."

"As long as we firmly grasp her weakness of being afraid of losing face, she will have to do whatever I want her to do in the future."

Lu Wushuang looked at Yang Guo with her big, watery eyes, and she knew very well that she had long since lost all sense of shame in front of this man.

Thinking back to those days at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, she was still wielding a scalpel, frantically trying to kill him. But in the end, not only did he heal her left leg, which had been crippled for many years, but she also lost her heart and her virginity.

"Whatever my husband says goes. I'm a foolish person and don't understand those grand principles. I'll just listen to my husband for the rest of my life."

Lu Wushuang nestled closer shyly and said in a soft, sweet voice.

Yang Guo patted her delicate cheek affectionately and instructed:

"Go and make the bed."

"Yes, my lord."

Lu Wushuang obediently turned and walked towards the bed. She walked very slowly, but her left leg, which had been lame for more than ten years, now moved steadily with every step, without any abnormality.

Yang Guo's gaze followed her closely, watching her bend her slender waist slightly, reach out and pull back the gorgeous brocade quilt, and neatly arrange the soft pillows one by one.

As she bent over, the graceful vertebrae of her spine became prominent, like exquisite white jade carvings, and two small, alluring dimples were faintly visible at her slender waist.

Yang Guo stood up and slowly walked to the bedside.

Lu Wushuang had just tucked the last corner of the blanket in and hadn't even had time to straighten up when Yang Guo's large, warm hand was already pressed on her sensitive lower back.

The intense heat instantly spread throughout her body through her thin skin. Lu Wushuang felt her legs go weak, and her body involuntarily leaned forward, kneeling directly on the soft edge of the bed.

"My lord..."

She gasped softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Yang Guo leaned down and pressed his firm chest against her smooth, warm back.

"When you go to Fujiulou on business tomorrow, remember to bring your twin swords."

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against the crook of her neck, his voice deep and magnetic.

Lu Wushuang braced herself against the hard bed frame with both hands, struggling to steady her swaying body, and asked in surprise:

"Does my husband want Wushuang to go and kill someone?"

"It's just a way to make an example of someone."

Yang Guo chuckled softly, and his mischievous hand slowly explored down her slender waistline, sliding into the edge of her white silk trousers without giving her a chance to refuse.

"Among the seventy-two hidden agents recorded in the roster, Sun Laosan is the leader of this group."

"Tomorrow, take the Quanzhen Sect leader's token and go see him directly. If he is sensible and obedient, then let him gather all the minor leaders under his command."

"If he doesn't obey, just use your knife to cut his head off."

Lu Wushuang's breathing instantly became completely disordered as Yang Guo's mischievous fingers roamed freely over her body, each light touch landing precisely on her most sensitive spots.

She suppressed the strange sensation in her body and asked haltingly:

"But... there are many soldiers guarding Xiangyang. If we kill someone in the street, how will we explain it to Lord Lü Wende and Hero Guo?"

"You don't need to explain yourself to anyone."

Yang Guo's voice carried an undeniable air of dominance:

"The Quanzhen Sect's purge of its members is aimed at traitors who colluded with the Mongols. If Guo Jing knew this, he wouldn't blame them; instead, he would applaud it."

"As for Lü Wende, even if he has any objections in his heart, you absolutely cannot find any fault with him on the surface."

"Just go ahead and kill. If the sky falls, your husband will cover for you."

Lu Wushuang gritted her teeth, struggling to swallow the soft moan that almost escaped her throat, and obediently replied:

"Wushuang understands. Everything is up to you, sir."

Yang Guo's fingers gently hooked the tie of the white silk trousers, and with a forceful tug, he pulled hard.

With the rustling sound of fabric slipping off, her last covering fell to the ground.

Yang Guo reached out and pinched Lu Wushuang's rounded shoulders, and with a little force, he turned her over.

The bed beneath her creaked under the weight, and Lu Wushuang gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms tightly around Yang Guo's neck.

Yang Guo did not engage in any extra foreplay.

Lu Wushuang suddenly tilted her head back, her long, fair neck stretching into an extremely beautiful and moving arc in the darkness.

She unconsciously opened her red lips wide, breathing rapidly and violently, but bit her lower lip desperately, not daring to make too much noise.

Because this was a heavily guarded commander's mansion, guards patrolled the outer walls at all times.

"Why aren't you making a sound?"

Seeing her restrained expression, Yang Guo mischievously leaned closer, gently bit her rosy earlobe, and teased her in a low voice.

"Outside...there are patrols outside..."

Lu Wushuang blushed and answered shyly, haltingly.

"What's wrong with someone again?"

Yang Guo gave a domineering snort:

"You are my woman, Yang Guo's woman. It's only natural for me to cherish my woman. What's there to be afraid of?"

Lu Wushuang was overwhelmed with shyness and could only shake her head desperately.

Deep down, she was still a traditional woman of the martial arts world; she couldn't possibly be as unrestrained and dissolute as Yang Guo.

Seeing this, Yang Guo did not force her to speak.

Reaching out, he grasped Lu Wushuang's healed left leg and slowly lifted it up.

Lu Wushuang's pretty face was so red it was almost dripping with water, and her round toes were curled up tightly because of extreme shyness.

"Your leg used to make it hard to even walk, but now it's grown so slender and straight. Are you satisfied with that?"