111: Chapter 111 Dragon Palace Banquet: Husband, Tonight I Am Your Queen

The night was deep.

The Warm Jade Bedchamber deep within the Wanlong Nest was illuminated as bright as day by countless night-luminescent pearls.

Nangong Waner had just broken through to the Saint Realm and needed time to stabilize her cultivation, so she remained in seclusion by the Sword Washing Pool. Although Xu Chen was a bit reluctant to leave her, he didn't want to disturb his wife's business and could only attend Long Aoxue's appointment alone.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Light footsteps echoed from behind the screen.

Xu Chen was boredly playing with a jade cup. Hearing the sound, he subconsciously looked up.

The next second, the jade cup in his hand fell onto the table with a "clack" and shattered into pieces.

"How is it? Husband."

A voice rang out, tinged with shyness yet filled with temptation.

Long Aoxue slowly stepped out.

Tonight, she wasn't wearing the black-gold robe that symbolized her imperial majesty, nor was she wearing her usual valiant silver scale armor.

At this moment, what she was wearing was actually... a Cheongsam.

Moreover, it was a bright red, high-slit Cheongsam that Xu Chen had "meticulously improved."

That fiery red formed an extreme visual contrast with her waterfall-like silver hair.

The tight-fitting cut perfectly hugged her exaggerated S-curve.

Especially the high slit on the side, which extended all the way to the base of her thigh. As she walked, her long, slender, snow-white legs were faintly visible; every step felt like she was treading on Xu Chen's heart.

"This... is this the one I mentioned in passing before?"

Xu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt his throat go dry.

He remembered that on the way to the Demon Realm, he had joked with Long Aoxue that if there was a chance, he wanted to see her wear a human Cheongsam. He didn't expect this girl to actually remember and even secretly have it made.

"Hmph, this Palace has said that as long as you help me reclaim the throne, everything in this Dragon Palace is yours."

Long Aoxue walked up to Xu Chen and leaned forward slightly; a breathtaking glimpse of snow-white skin instantly occupied Xu Chen's vision.

"Of course, that includes this Palace as well."

She extended her hands, which bore silver scale patterns, and gently hooked them around Xu Chen's neck, her breath as sweet as orchids.

"Tonight, there is no Empress, no Princess."

"There is only your... Aoxue."

Xu Chen took a deep breath, wrapped his arm around her slender yet powerful waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"You're the one who delivered yourself to my door."

"I've never been one for politeness."

Long Aoxue sat on Xu Chen's lap, her cheeks flushed, yet she boldly met Xu Chen's burning gaze.

"Who asked you to be polite?"

She picked up a cup of Longyang Wine from the table, took a sip, then lowered her head and kissed Xu Chen's lips, passing the mellow liquid over.

It wasn't the wine that intoxicated, but the person.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, Xu Chen's hands began to wander restlessly.

From her smooth, jade-like back to her irresistible waist dimples, his hands finally stopped on the pair of crystal-clear dragon horns on either side of her forehead.

"Ngh!"

The moment Xu Chen's fingers touched the dragon horns, Long Aoxue's entire body shuddered violently, and an uncontrollable low moan escaped her throat.

That was the most sensitive forbidden zone for the Dragon Race, the place where all her nerves converged.

"Husband... don't..."

She leaned limply against Xu Chen's chest, her eyes hazy, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.

"Don't touch there... I won't be able to take it..."

"Can't take it?"

Xu Chen gave a wicked grin. Instead of pulling away, his fingers gently traced the patterns on the dragon horns, even lightly scratching them with his nails.

"Weren't you enjoying it quite a bit back in the Ancestral Dragon Abyss?"

"That... that was an accident!"

Long Aoxue's body went limp, and she slumped onto Xu Chen, losing even the strength to lift a finger. The numbing sensation, like an electric current coursing through her body, left her mind blank, leaving her to instinctively clutch Xu Chen's lapel.

"Really not going to let me touch?"

Xu Chen sighed with feigned regret and moved to withdraw his hand.

"Since Her Majesty the Empress doesn't like it, then I'll..."

"Don't!"

Long Aoxue subconsciously grabbed his hand, her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

She bit her lip, her eyes filled with shame and longing, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz:

"I... I like it."

"As long as it's Husband... anything is fine."

Those words were like a bugle call for a charge.

Xu Chen no longer held back. He scooped her up in his arms and strode toward the large Warm Jade Dragon Bed.

"You said it yourself."

"Tonight, let's have a good study of the Dragon Race's anatomy."

...

The gauze curtains fell.

Soon, the once-silent Bedchamber was filled with a heart-pounding melody.

Dragon roars and heavy breathing intertwined, composing a grand harmony of life.

This night.

The proud Empress completely cast aside all her reservations, transforming into the most submissive yet wildest partner.

She used every skill she had just to please the man who had conquered her body and soul.

And Xu Chen, with his incomparably powerful physique, gave the newly appointed Empress an extremely profound lesson.

Not until the horizon began to pale with the first light of dawn.

Did this intense battle finally come to an end.

Long Aoxue curled up in Xu Chen's arms like a lazy kitten, having long since fallen into a deep sleep. Her silver hair was scattered across the pillow, her body covered in ambiguous red marks, yet a satisfied smile hung on the corner of her lips.

Xu Chen gently stroked her smooth back, looking at the beauty in his arms, a sense of unprecedented accomplishment welling up in his heart.

Conquering the Empress of the Demon Realm.

This experience was indeed far more joyful than simple cultivation.

"I wonder how things are going on Waner's side."

Xu Chen glanced out the window, the corners of his mouth curling up.

"Once she comes out of seclusion, it'll be her turn."

"After all, a family should be complete and together."