189: Chapter 189 Master, Please Instruct Me

"This bowl of soup... is indeed a little scant."

Xu Chen looked into Ye Qingwu's eyes, which seemed capable of ensnaring souls, a knowing, roguish smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He casually took the tray from Mo Han's hands and placed it directly on a nearby table, not even glancing at it.

"Since Master is hungry, this disciple naturally must prepare a more... sumptuous 'feast' to be worthy of Master's status."

The implied meaning in these words was so thick it seemed to make the air itself turn viscous.

Jiang Liuli, standing to the side, was an exceptionally astute woman. Seeing these two who might as well have 'no admittance' carved on their foreheads, how could she not understand what was about to happen?

Though she felt a slight twinge of sourness in her heart, she also knew that Ye Qingwu, as the master, always maintained a dignified front in front of outsiders to uphold the Xu Family's prestige and Xu Chen's reputation. It was only at times like these that she could let down her guard and seek a little warmth.

"Mo Han, come with me."

Jiang Liuli walked forward and, without another word, took the hand of the still-dazed Mo Han.

"Huh? But... the soup hasn't..."

Mo Han pointed at the bowl of steaming red date and lotus seed soup, her face full of confusion. "It'll get cold if not drunk."

"It won't get cold. Someone will 'warm it up' for your young master."

Jiang Liuli shot a meaningful glance at the sheer, cicada-wing-thin Daoist robe on Ye Qingwu's person, then forcibly pulled Mo Han toward the exit. "Come, sister will teach you something else. Such as... what is improper to look at, and what is improper to listen to."

"Oh..."

Though filled with doubt, Mo Han, faced with Jiang Liuli's unyielding aura, could only obediently follow.

Just before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back.

She saw that aloof, immortal-like Sword Immortal Ye actually actively extend her arms, wrapping them around the young master's neck, her whole body clinging to him like a beautiful serpent.

Thud.

The hall door was ruthlessly closed once more.

And this time, Xu Chen directly activated the Xu Family's Emperor-grade formation plate. Not even a fly would be able to sneak in to eavesdrop.

...

Inside the hall.

With the departure of the onlookers, Ye Qingwu finally shed the last vestiges of her pretense.

Her originally cool eyes now blazed with twin flames named 'jealousy' and 'desire'.

Having just given birth, though her figure had regained its slenderness, the maternal charm emanating from her very bones added a breathtaking fullness to her originally ice-mountain-like form.

"You little rascal."

Ye Qingwu lightly bit her red lips. "With a new woman, you forget your master? Who is that girl? Why is she in your Bedchamber?"

"I've been wronged, Master."

Xu Chen seized the opportunity to catch her hand and planted a kiss on it. "She's just a maid who does odd jobs. In my heart, who could compare to you, Master?"

"Smooth talker."

Ye Qingwu gave a soft humph, but the smile at the corner of her eyes was impossible to hide.

She retreated half a step, spreading her arms. The wide Daoist robe slipped down with her movement, revealing large expanses of snowy, delicate skin.

"Didn't you say you wanted to examine my condition?"

Ye Qingwu slightly lifted her chin, resuming that lofty Sword Immortal demeanor, yet her voice carried a faint tremor:

"What are you standing there for? Do you want this master... to beg you?"

That 'beg you' was simply the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"This disciple wouldn't dare."

Xu Chen's eyes darkened. He stepped forward, wrapping an arm around that slender waist, so fine it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand.

The feel under his hand was smooth as fine fat, warm and moist as jade.

"Since Master's sword energy is congested within, this disciple today..."

Before his words finished, he gave a sweeping gesture with his large hand.

Riiip—

"Chener... you..."

"Master, your sword heart... is in disarray."

"Let it... be in disarray..."

...

"Rebellious disciple..."

She buried her face in Xu Chen's chest, her voice slightly hoarse yet permeated with a lazy satisfaction. "This time... I'll count it as you passing."

"Thank you for the praise, Master."

Xu Chen, looking refreshed and invigorated, gently stroked her smooth back. "And has the 'congestion' within Master's body been... relieved?"

"Hmph."

Ye Qingwu gave another soft humph, not speaking. She just nuzzled against his chest, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Xu Chen looked at the master in his arms, docile as a kitten, and myriad emotions surged in his heart.

Who would have thought that the peerless female Sword Immortal who, in front of outsiders, could chill nineteen provinces with a single flash of her sword, would be like this in private?

However...

He liked it.

Xu Chen lifted his head to glance out the window. The sun had already begun to set.

Today, he had first comforted Jiang Liuli, then satisfied Ye Qingwu. It was only because he possessed the Hongmeng Creation Body. If it were an ordinary sage, they would have long been drained dry by these two wolfish, tiger-like women.

"It seems the bliss of having multiple beauties is not so easily enjoyed after all."

Xu Chen rubbed his somewhat sore lower back, yet a smile of bittersweet happiness hung on his lips.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow, he absolutely must rest.