164: Chapter 164 Returning to the Ji Family, Disciplining Ji Ling'er!

Ji Ziyue lowered her head and glanced at her purple palace attire.

After that entanglement with Nangong Ziyi just now, the creek water had splattered droplets onto her skirt hem.

She raised her hand, pinched the edge of her collar with two fingers, and pulled it up unhurriedly, covering that patch of skin once more.

Her fingertips slid down the collar to smooth out the wrinkles on her front bodice, and the heel of her palm pressed against the jade belt at her waist, fastening the loose button back into place.

Her movements were not rushed, carrying a sense of composure as if a major task had been completed. In just three breaths, Ji Ziyue had regained her dignified and gentle demeanor as a Pseudo-Emperor.

The only change was that her phoenix eyes were three parts brighter than before.

Her right hand inadvertently pressed against her lower abdomen.

Deep within her spiritual sea, that grain-sized pink jade bottle sat quietly, wrapped in layers of Spatial Law, with not a trace of its aura leaking out.

The corners of Ji Ziyue's mouth curved up.

She looked at Nangong Ziyi, who was still standing in the creek.

Nangong Ziyi was soaked through, her long hair sticking to her cheeks, her peach blossom eyes red, and her nose tip red too. She hung her head, looking exactly like a defeated little hen.

Her wings were drooping, her comb was crooked, and she didn't even have the energy to peck anyone anymore.

Ji Ziyue raised her hand and pointed. The silver light of the Great Void Technique condensed at her fingertips, and a fissure cracked open in the Void Realm before her, the other end connecting to the firmament a thousand miles away.

"Let's go, Little Ziyi."

Her voice returned to that unhurried, gentle tone, without a trace of the coercion and inducement from just moments ago.

"This Seat promised my husband that I would safely send you back to the Nangong Family."

She placed emphasis on the two words "my husband," her tone rising by half a degree.

Nangong Ziyi raised her head, her peach blossom eyes filled with unwillingness, anger, grievance, and a hint of indescribable admiration.

This old woman had been plotting against her and her husband from the very beginning.

Last night, next door on the flying ship, Ji Ziyue had heard every movement, heard the name "the great emperor is also crazy," and heard the fluctuations of the medicine taking effect; she had heard it all.

And then this morning, she had volunteered to send her back to the Nangong Family.

Lu Chen was so touched, saying she was "truly thoughtful." Thoughtful? Thoughtful, my ass!

She was after the medicine from start to finish! Nangong Ziyi roared wildly in her heart, but she didn't say a single word out loud.

Because Ji Ziyue held her biggest weakness in her hands—stealing her aunt's medicine to sleep with her aunt's man.

Ginger is still spicier when it's old.

No, this was no longer a question of being spicy or not.

This was a dimensionality reduction strike between a master schemer and a novice.

She, Nangong Ziyi, had thought that stealing medicine, poisoning, and forcing herself upon the Great Emperor was already top-tier maneuvering.

Yet, Ji Ziyue had sat next door eavesdropping all night, and the next morning, she had smilingly fished the medicine out from her most secret hiding spot.

The difference in skill level was just too great.

Nangong Ziyi took a deep breath, dragged her soaked body, and walked toward Ji Ziyue with her head hung low.

Creek water dripped from the hem of her robe, and every step made a splashing sound, just as shattered as her current mood.

Ji Ziyue watched her approach with a smile in her phoenix eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

"Good girl."

Half a day later.

In the south of the Central Plains, the territory of the Nangong Clan.

A silver fissure cracked open in the Void Realm, and Ji Ziyue's figure floated out. Her purple palace attire was spotless, and her flying fairy bun was perfectly undisturbed.

Her right hand was holding Nangong Ziyi by the back of her collar.

Nangong Ziyi had changed into her own clothes; her expression was ugly, her peach blossom eyes were listless, her mouth was tightly pursed, and she radiated an aura of utter despair.

Ji Ziyue let go.

Nangong Ziyi landed outside the city, stumbled two steps, and steadied herself.

She turned around and looked up at Ji Ziyue, who was suspended in mid-air, the last trace of stubbornness not yet dissipated from her peach blossom eyes.

"Ji Ziyue, you just wait."

Ji Ziyue looked down at her, her phoenix eyes curving into crescent moons.

She didn't reply, but instead raised her right hand, fingers pressed together, and placed them by her lips.

Then, she blew gently in Nangong Ziyi's direction.

A flying kiss.

The movement was standard, the posture elegant, and paired with that face with its spring-filled phoenix eyes, it was charming to the core.

Nangong Ziyi's temples throbbed violently twice.

"Little Ziyi, go back and cultivate in seclusion properly, and stabilize your Xiantai Fourth Layer Realm."

Ji Ziyue's voice drifted down from high above, unhurried, carrying the care of an elder for a Junior.

She paused for a beat, swept her phoenix eyes over Nangong Ziyi's body, and her gaze lingered on her waist and abdomen for half a breath longer.

"Don't be in such a rush to run out and find your husband. Take care of your body first; if you happen to have one in your belly, you must take even better care of yourself."

Nangong Ziyi's face flushed bright red.

"You..."

"As for me, I'm off to accomplish a great undertaking."

Ji Ziyue smiled, not giving her a chance to retort.

She opened her right hand, and the Void Realm exploded into a silver fissure behind her, with the fluctuations of the Spatial Law surging out like a tide.

The Great Void Technique was activated. The direction the fissure led to was not the Eastern Wilderness, nor was it the route where Lu Chen's flying ship was located.

It was the direction of the Ancient Ji Family.

Nangong Ziyi was stunned. She wasn't going to chase Lu Chen?

Ji Ziyue's figure had already stepped into the void fissure, the hem of her purple palace attire fluttering in the silver light. She turned her head, leaving Nangong Ziyi with one last glimpse of her profile.

On the ground, only Nangong Ziyi remained, wearing a dark robe of Lu Chen's that was three sizes too big, standing barefoot in the green grass. The wind blew over, and the robe billowed.

She hugged her arms, staring at the direction where Ji Ziyue had disappeared, and bit her lower lip.

"Old fox, what are you scheming again!"

Inside the Void Realm passage.

Ji Ziyue's speed was extremely fast. With her Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level cultivation, she fully activated the Great Void Technique, crossing a hundred miles with every step, speeding toward the Ancient Ji Family.

She did not go to chase Lu Chen's flying ship.

No rush.

The medicine was in her spiritual sea; it couldn't run, and neither could Lu Chen!

She had plenty of time.

But there was one thing that could not wait.

Ji Ziyue's phoenix eyes retracted all smiles, becoming calm and sharp.

Ji Linger.

Her most beloved niece, the most outstanding Prodigy of this generation of the Ji Family, and also Lu Chen's number one fangirl who was obsessed with good looks.

When that girl saw Lu Chen, her eyes would go straight, and all she would mutter was "that person is so good-looking," like a little pervert.

Before, Ji Ziyue hadn't cared. She was just a young girl, her heart just budding, and it was perfectly normal to act like a lovesick fool when seeing a handsome man.

But now, it was different.

She had witnessed Nangong Ziyi's madness.

A little girl at the Xiantai Fourth Layer had stolen her aunt's medicine, worn red gauze, served poisoned tea, drugged the Great Emperor, and forced herself upon him, transforming from a pure maiden into Lu Chen's bedfellow overnight.

Could Ji Linger do such a thing? She could.

That girl's temperament followed her mother's; she looked well-behaved, but she was crazy to the bone. Once she set her mind on something, not even nine oxen could pull her back.

If Linger happened to hear of the existence of "the great emperor is also crazy" from somewhere, and if she learned that routine from Nangong Ziyi, and tampered with Lu Chen's tea, wine, or fruit...

No, absolutely not.

Ji Ziyue's right hand unconsciously pressed against her lower abdomen, feeling the presence of that jade bottle deep within her spiritual sea.

She rubbed her fingertips gently twice, and the curve of her mouth lifted bit by bit.

The plan was clear.

Step one: Return to the Ji Family and discipline Ji Linger.

Make Ji Linger fall for someone else.

Step two: Wait for Lu Chen's body to recover, wait for him to lower his guard, and wait for the perfect opportunity with favorable timing, geographical convenience, and human harmony.

Then, serve him a pot of good tea.

Ji Ziyue's phoenix eyes flickered in the silver light of the Void Realm passage, her tongue slowly sliding across her lower lip before retracting.

What Nangong Ziyi could do, she, Ji Ziyue, could do better.

And she would use the most precise dosage, the most perfect timing, and the most impeccable method.

To make Lu Chen willing.

The mountain gate of the Ancient Ji Family was already visible in the distance.

Ji Ziyue smoothed her wide sleeves and put on her gentle and virtuous aunt face.

"Linger, oh Linger."

Her voice was extremely light, dissipating in the whistling of the Void Realm.

"Aunt is doing this for your own good; you should just like someone else!"

"Your uncle is your aunt's!"