205: Chapter 205 You Have to Sing Another Song

Ye Xuan smiled slightly and softly recited, "Clouds resemble her clothes, flowers resemble her face..."

"How is it? Your husband brother is not bad at reciting poetry, right?"

After finishing the poem, Ye Xuan didn't forget to playfully wink at Empress Mi Qianxi.

Hearing this, Empress Mi Qianxi seemed to suddenly understand something and couldn't help but laugh.

Her laughter was as crisp and pleasant as silver bells, intoxicating to all who heard it.

And her smile, like a blooming flower, was breathtakingly, stunningly beautiful!

"This Little Xuan, this stinky little brother, he was actually hiding his identity to tease me just now!"

Empress Mi Qianxi's cheeks flushed red, her beautiful eyes gazing affectionately at Ye Xuan, who was disguised as Leng Chegu.

Recalling the scene where she had been struggling in his arms just moments ago, Empress Mi Qianxi felt incredibly shy.

Empress Mi Qianxi tried hard to remain calm, attempting to convince herself not to believe what she was seeing. However, a voice deep inside kept telling her that this was all real.

"This must not be real, this cannot be real, how could such a thing happen? The poem recited by this ugly freak actually made Empress Mi Qianxi smile!"

Saint Son Ji Jiuyang simply couldn't believe it; would Empress Mi Qianxi fall for an ugly freak?

Saint Son Ji Jiuyang had never seen Empress Mi Qianxi smile before, yet today she had broken into a smile because of a poem. How was this possible?

Could it be an illusion created by Leng Chegu's magic? Saint Son Ji Jiuyang couldn't help but feel suspicious, but when he pinched his thigh hard, the sharp pain made him realize that everything before him was real.

However, something even more despairing was yet to come!

"Little Empress, since I have already recited one poem, shouldn't you take the initiative to throw yourself into my arms now?"

Ye Xuan opened his arms wide, waiting with anticipation for Empress Mi Qianxi to pounce into his embrace.

"You naughty stinky little brother, you dared to trick me just now, how could this Empress easily grant your wish!"

Empress Mi Qianxi's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at the confident Ye Xuan, a hint of craftiness flashing in her eyes as she calculated in her heart.

"Hmph! That poem you just made doesn't count. Recite another one for this Empress. If you can satisfy me, perhaps I will consider coming over to hug you."

Empress Mi Qianxi didn't care that Sect Master Ji Fa and his son were present; she blinked her bright, beautiful eyes and spoke to Ye Xuan in a deliberately playful and cute manner.

"Little Empress, it's been a month, how have you become so naughty! Daring to tease your little husband? Hmph!"

Ye Xuan looked embarrassed, opened his arms, and at the same time sent a telepathic message to Empress Mi Qianxi, whose beautiful eyes were flashing with cunning light: "Aren't you coming over yet?"

"Hmph, you hateful stinky little brother, you actually deceived me just now and used such frivolous words to tease me. If you want me to throw myself into your arms, you must compose another new poem for me!"

Empress Mi Qianxi blinked her beautiful eyes, gazing at Ye Xuan with a resentful look, and said coquettishly.

"Hmph, my little Empress is being naughty. Later, I will definitely have to punish you properly, you little rascal. Let's see how I spank your round, perky little bottom."

Looking at this playful, cute, and charming Empress in front of him, Ye Xuan couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.

Once he wiped out the Wanshen Sect, he would definitely have to teach this little Empress a lesson.

"Hahaha, you wishful toad, how could Empress Mi Qianxi possibly fancy an ugly freak like you? Empress Mi Qianxi, don't worry, if you marry me, I will definitely make you happy in the future!"

Seeing Ye Xuan open his arms without Empress Mi Qianxi throwing herself into them, Saint Son Ji Jiuyang seemed to realize that she didn't want to take the initiative.

He felt a bit more at ease and became even more unbridled in his speech, mocking Ye Xuan wantonly.

"You look so ugly, how could she fancy you? Stop joking!"

"Hehe, you mongrel, how dare you bark at this young master? Later, I will make you swallow my boots just like a dog!"

As Ye Xuan's cold voice rang out, his hands quickly formed seals, controlling the puppet before him.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, crushing down on Saint Son Ji Jiuyang like Mount Tai.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Saint Son Ji Jiuyang was suppressed by this powerful pressure without any power to resist, his knees hitting the ground, his entire body slamming heavily onto the hard floor of the great hall.

"Ah—"

"Jiuyang... Nephew Leng, please show mercy!"

Seeing his son treated this way, Sect Master Ji Fa's expression became extremely ugly. His pupils contracted sharply, and a trace of anger and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

However, despite his deep dissatisfaction, he dared not easily offend the young man before him who had a Saint-level guardian, so he could only lower his posture and plead with Ye Xuan.

"Hmph, ridiculous!"

Regarding Sect Master Ji Fa's plea, Ye Xuan acted as if he hadn't heard it.

He didn't even look at the father and son, turning his gaze instead to the beautiful woman in the black gauze dress not far away—Empress Mi Qianxi.

Empress Mi Qianxi stood gracefully, her figure exquisite. Her black gauze dress was like an elf in the night, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura as she moved gently.

Her appearance was peerless and stunning; her eyebrows were like kingfisher feathers, her skin whiter than snow, her waist as slender as silk, and her teeth as white and neat as scallops.

Ye Xuan's eyes brightened instantly, and he softly recited, "Eyebrows like kingfisher feathers, skin like white snow. Waist slender as silk, teeth like scallops. One smile can topple a city, a second smile can topple a nation!"

Before the words faded, a captivating blush appeared on Empress Mi Qianxi's stunning face.

Her beautiful eyes swirled, gazing affectionately at Ye Xuan, and she coquettishly said, "So that is how I appear in my little husband's eyes. Well, you pass the test this time!"

After hearing this beautiful poem, the corners of Empress Mi Qianxi's mouth curled up slightly on her stunning face, her captivatingly beautiful face exuding a charming fragrance, making one feel pity and love, unable to help but be smitten.

"Empress Mi Qianxi, you can't do this! You are my future Dao companion, the wife in my heart! You can only belong to me!"

Saint Son Ji Jiuyang screamed hysterically, his face full of disbelief and anger.

He widened his eyes, watching helplessly as Empress Mi Qianxi walked step by step toward that ugly man and slowly threw herself into his arms.

The unattractive guy revealed a cunning smile, as if mocking Saint Son Ji Jiuyang.

And what pained Saint Son Ji Jiuyang even more was that Empress Mi Qianxi, whom he had deeply admired for so long, was at this moment also bestowing a stunningly beautiful, breathtaking smile upon this man.