183: Chapter 183 Transformation Plan: Putting on this close-fitting plain garment

From behind the folding screen came a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, accompanied by the occasional, extremely soft whimper from the young girl, as if she were stumped by some complicated lacing.

Xu Chen sat on the soft couch, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the low table, patiently waiting for his "work" to make its debut.

Regarding the training... oh no, the modification of this number one assassin on the Tian Sha List, he was full of interest. The process of taking a cold blade that only knew slaughter and grinding it down bit by bit into a gentle, domestic little maid gave him an overwhelming sense of accomplishment just thinking about it.

“That...”

Mo Han's somewhat awkward voice finally drifted out from behind the screen. “This outfit... is it missing a piece of cloth?”

“Where is it missing?” Xu Chen asked knowingly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“The leg... the side.” Mo Han's voice sounded like she was gritting her teeth. “It feels chilly whenever the wind blows.”

“That's for heat dissipation!”

Xu Chen talked nonsense with a straight face. “Think about it, when you are performing intense... that is, intense labor, isn't it easy to sweat? This design is to maintain body temperature balance, making it more conducive for you to exert your peak strength.”

There was a long silence behind the screen, as if she were digesting this outrageous explanation.

Finally.

A bare foot, smooth as jade, stepped out first. A red string was tied around the ankle—one that had originally been there—and against her fair skin, it looked exceptionally seductive.

Immediately after, Mo Han shuffled out slowly.

Xu Chen's eyes lit up, and he almost failed to hold his teacup steady.

It had to be said that this "specialized form-fitting undergarment," made overnight by the Xu Family seamstresses, was a total knockout on Mo Han.

The pale green fabric clung to her skin like flowing water, perfectly outlining the young girl's curves, which, though youthful, were flawlessly proportioned.

The high-waisted sash cinched her slender waist, which was less than a handful, while the most daring part—the high-slit skirt—revealed glimpses of those long, straight, beautiful legs that were usually wrapped in black cloth as she moved awkwardly. They were so white they were almost dazzling.

The black-clad assassin who had previously exuded an aura of death was gone, replaced by a girl-next-door who was cold yet tinged with shyness, overflowing with a sense of pure desire.

It was like a blood-stained dagger being suddenly fitted into a pink bowtie scabbard.

The contrast was extreme, yet unexpectedly harmonious.

“How is it?”

Mo Han tightly clutched both sides of the skirt, trying to cover the drafty parts. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were full of unease. “Is it... very strange?”

“Strange?”

Xu Chen stood up and circled around her, his gaze admiring her without restraint. “No, it's simply perfect.”

He reached out and gently helped her straighten her slightly crooked collar, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against her tense shoulders.

“Remember, as a top-tier assassin, the best disguise is to 'not look like an assassin.'”

Xu Chen bluffed earnestly, “Right now, if you walked down the street, who would believe you are that murderous Shadow Kill? Everyone would just think you're a little maid who wandered off from some wealthy household. This is the highest level of infiltration, do you understand?”

Mo Han was stunned for a moment and looked down at her outfit.

Although it was very embarrassing, it... seemed like he had a point? This outfit indeed had no killing intent at all; instead, it exuded an... easily bullied feeling.

“Alright, since the disguise is done, let's get to work.”

With a broad wave of his hand, Xu Chen pulled out a broom he had prepared long ago from his storage ring and stuffed it into Mo Han's hand.

Mo Han held the broom, looking completely dazed.

That hand, which just moments ago had been holding an Emperor Weapon dagger ready to harvest the head of a Quasi-Saint, now held this bare bamboo pole, looking somewhat at a loss.

“What is... this for?” she asked.

“Sweeping the floor.”

Xu Chen pointed at the floor. “Since you are a maid, you must act like one. The cleanliness of this floor of the Bedchamber is now your responsibility.”

“Also, remember your salary and the candied hawthorns.”

Upon hearing the words "candied hawthorns," the protest Mo Han had been about to voice was instantly swallowed back down.

“I'll sweep.”

She took a deep breath, and her gaze suddenly became sharp.

She was Shadow Kill, the ace of the Heavenly Court. Even if she were sweeping the floor, she would sweep with the style of an assassin and the dignity of a powerhouse!

Boom!

A terrifying Quasi-Saint pressure instantly erupted from within her. Although she didn't use spiritual power, that tangible "momentum" instantly locked onto a single grain of... dust on the floor.

“Die!”

Mo Han gave a low shout, and the broom in her hand turned into an afterimage, sweeping fiercely toward that grain of dust at an extremely tricky angle—one sufficient to slit a Saint's throat.

Whoosh—!

A sharp, fierce wind whistled past.

That grain of dust wasn't swept away; it was directly shaken into nothingness by that terrifying shadow energy! Even the precious ten-thousand-year-old agarwood on the floor let out a groan of being overtaxed, and a deep scratch appeared.

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Xu Chen's eyelids jumped at the sight, and he hastily called for a stop. “Big sister, are you sweeping the floor or demolishing the house?”

He helplessly covered his forehead. Letting a weapon that only knew how to kill do housework was indeed a technical challenge.

“The dust... is dead.”

Mo Han looked up and reported the battle results with a serious face. “No residue remains.”

“Yes, the dust is dead, and my floor is about to die too.”

Xu Chen sighed and walked over to take the hand she was using to hold the broom.

Mo Han's body tensed instantly, instinctively wanting to counterattack, but she was suppressed by the Slave Mark on her forehead.

“Relax, sweeping should be gentle; it should have a rhythm.”

Xu Chen stood behind her, almost half-embracing her, holding her hand and guiding the broom to glide gently across the floor.

“Like this... gently gather the dust together, rather than using killing intent to shatter it. Understand?”

The two were very close.

Mo Han could even feel the heat coming from Xu Chen's chest and the breath he exhaled near her ear as he spoke. That strong masculine pheromone made this "old antique" who had lived for three thousand years go stiff all over. Her mind went blank, and she didn't even register what Xu Chen said.

She only felt the back of the hand he was holding turning hot.

“I... I understand.”

She stammered, thinking only of quickly ending this strange teaching session that was making her heart race.

“Fine, then practice by yourself. After you finish sweeping, go over there and brew a pot of tea for me.”

Xu Chen let go of her hand, sat back on the couch, and casually picked up a volume of ancient texts. He appeared to be reading, but his peripheral vision was constantly observing Mo Han.

In the following half-hour, a unique "assassin housekeeping show" took place inside the Young Emperors Palace.

Although Mo Han was clumsy at first, she was, after all, a genius with top-tier combat talent, and her control over power was extremely strong. After adapting to the concept of "gentleness," she soon mastered the essence of sweeping.

It was just that her movements still carried a cold air of slaughter; anyone who didn't know better would think she was practicing some peerless sword technique.

“The tea is ready.”

A black shadow appeared beside Xu Chen without any warning.

Holding the teacup, Mo Han's movement technique was ghostly to the extreme; there wasn't even the sound of wind as she walked. If not for Xu Chen's powerful divine soul, he might have been scared into a heart attack by this sudden cup of tea.

“Next time, make some noise when you walk.”

Xu Chen took the teacup, took a sip, and frowned slightly. “The water temperature is three degrees too high, and you put in two mace too much tea. Re-brew it.”

Mo Han clenched her fist. Endure! For the candied hawthorns!

She turned back to fuss with it again.

In this way, through Xu Chen's repeated "nitpicking" and "hands-on teaching," Mo Han went from initial resistance and stiffness to gradually becoming somewhat numb, and even... accustomed.

She discovered that as long as she followed this man's wishes, he wouldn't actually punish her; instead, he would praise her every now and then. That feeling was completely different from the cold superior-subordinate relationship in the Heavenly Court.

After another while.

“My shoulders are a bit sore.”

Xu Chen put down his book and stretched lazily. “Come here and give them a massage.”

This time, Mo Han didn't refuse, nor did she take the broom.

She silently walked behind Xu Chen, extended those hands that were originally meant only for holding a knife, and somewhat awkwardly pressed them onto Xu Chen's shoulders.

Her hands were very cool, carrying a trace of the chill left by years of cultivation, but when they touched Xu Chen's warm skin, her fingertips involuntarily curled slightly.

“The force is too light. Haven't you eaten?”

With his eyes closed, Xu Chen reached back, grabbed one of her hands, and pulled it in front of him.

“I'll teach you. Find the right acupoint, use hidden force...”

As he spoke, he squeezed Mo Han's soft, boneless little hand and guided it across his shoulder.

This posture was extremely ambiguous.

Viewed from the side, it looked as if Mo Han were entirely encircled in Xu Chen's arms, the two of them whispering and being intimately close. Mo Han's cold little face was now so red it looked like it was about to drip blood.

Right at that moment.

Creak—

The heavy door of the Bedchamber was gently pushed open from the outside.

An aroma mixed with a faint milky scent and the ethereal fragrance of orchids swirled into the hall along with the autumn wind.

“Husband, I heard you didn't sleep much last night? Is there something troubling you?”

This voice was gentle and seductive, carrying the laziness and charm of someone who had just become a mother; it was so pleasant to hear that it made one's bones feel soft.

Mo Han's body suddenly stiffened, and she instinctively wanted to pull her hand back and vanish into the darkness. This was her instinctive reaction as an assassin when encountering danger.

But Xu Chen held on tight, giving her no chance to escape at all.

He opened his eyes and looked toward the door.

He saw Jiang Liuli dressed in a loose, moon-white long dress, her peerless beauty evident even without makeup. She had just emerged from seclusion; although her figure was not as light as a young girl's, it had gained a breathtaking fullness and charm.

At this moment, this Jiang Family Divine Maiden, who had just finished her postpartum recovery period, was standing at the door. Those watery eyes, which were originally full of affection, instantly narrowed into a dangerous slit upon seeing this scene of "deep master-servant affection" in the hall.

Her gaze, sharp as a knife, landed precisely on the high slit of the "specialized combat suit" on Mo Han's body.

“Oh...”

The corners of Jiang Liuli's mouth curled into a half-smile, her voice carrying a chill that made Mo Han's scalp tingle:

“Husband, where did you find this... new little sister?”

“Her figure... is really not bad.”