198: Youpan Iron Silly

"Honestly, Your Majesty's technique is like a succubus's clumsy imitation."

"Crack!"

A certain god's pride shattered into pieces.

Olexia's expression was one of utter despair. She slammed the jade table with such force it seemed she might break it in half, all while glaring fiercely at Shang Wan Ning.

Immediately after, like a startled deer, she clutched her floral dress and scurried back to Wei Ran Residence.

"Empress! I await the day your 'willow-like grace' leaves you weak-kneed."

"Hahaha..."

Meng Jiang laughed, her body trembling, one jade hand lightly covering her vermilion lips, yet her laughter still escaped through her fingers.

She continued to laugh as she said, "Wanling is too naughty. To so directly mock the God of Desire for having no 'intimate' experience. It's like ridiculing a Ghost Catcher for not knowing how to catch ghosts—it's a complete dimensionality reduction attack!"

"I don't want to play the role of the sharp-tongued one."

But if I don't curb Olexia's enthusiasm for giving lessons, I'm afraid Shang Wan Ning won't be able to cultivate in peace during her house arrest in the Netherworld."

The Empress shook her head slightly, sighing helplessly. "What can be done!"

At this moment, Meng Jiang suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Shang Wan Ning's soft hand, pulling it to her own cheek, leaning in close, and putting on a pitiful, wronged expression.

She complained coquettishly, "Last night, Your Majesty, you really enjoyed yourself..."

Seeing this, Shang Wan Ning couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

She carefully scrutinized Sister Meng, who appeared wronged, staring at her pathetic expression with a mix of belief and doubt.

Then, she extended a finger, pinching Sister Meng's delicate cheek hard with her thumb, and questioned with tightly furrowed brows, "Enjoyed myself? I think only Sister Meng and the Secretary-General enjoyed themselves!"

Meng Jiang felt a pang of pain in her cheek and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

However, facing Shang Wan Ning's scrutinizing gaze...

Meng Jiang's guilt instantly surged, but she forced herself to remain calm, stammering an explanation: "Good sister, what's so strange about that?"

"It's perfectly normal for us girls to cuddle together!"

"And it's also very normal for girlfriends to occasionally bathe together and kiss!"

"Are we girlfriends?"

"At the very least, we're a few pairs of 'Tangerine' roommates."

Shang Wan Ning parted her vermilion lips slightly, her eyes dimming as if covered by a faint haze.

Meng Jiang keenly noticed the unusual look in Shang Wan Ning's eyes, and her heart tightened involuntarily.

She knew the situation was delicate, and a slight misstep could anger the esteemed Shang the Tsundere.

So, she quickly found an excuse to slip away, saying with a serious face, "Wanling, Chief Assistant Lin's meng pos soup might be running low. I must quickly brew a few more large pots."

"After all, the weather is getting colder, and it's the peak season for ghosts to queue up for soup and reincarnation." With that, Meng Jiang nodded sagely, as if this reason was unassailable.

Shang Wan Ning did not respond immediately.

Time passed, minute by minute, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly grew colder, as if even the yin energy had frozen into ice.

Meng Jiang felt a chill shoot up from the soles of her feet and involuntarily shivered.

She mused to herself that ever since His Majesty finished her secluded cultivation, the imperial majesty emanating from her had become even stronger than before.

"Your Majesty, this Subordinate takes her leave first!"

Meng Jiang could no longer suppress her trembling legs, hastily bowed to Shang Wan Ning, and prepared to turn and leave.

[Suddenly want to lie flat on the bed and let Wanling... what to do???]

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

The sound of the spirit spring water boiling in the teapot~

Only then did Shang Wan Ning turn her gaze to Sister Meng, who usually wasn't very proactive in her work but was acting unusually at this moment.

She picked up the teapot, her eyes complex and hard to decipher. There was both doubt and a hidden deeper meaning within them.

"Sister Meng! Go!"

Meng Jiang suppressed her embarrassment, rubbed her wrists, and quickly left Meng Pos Shop. "Alright, Wanling~"

[Gotta run, gotta run...]

After a moment of silence, Shang Wan Ning suddenly called out, "Someone."

With this call, a Maid in splendid attire quickly responded, respectfully asking, "Your Majesty, what are your commands?"

Shang Wan Ning narrowed her eyes, "Issue an edict for You Wu to wait at Chenfeng Palace."

"Yes."

The Maid dared not delay, quickly took her leave, and her figure soon disappeared beyond the Bridge of Helplessness... Empress's Palace, Chenfeng Palace.

Shang Wan Ning picked up a teacup, gently blew away the surface heat, and took a small sip.

"Your Majesty, You Wu has arrived," the Maid reported softly.

"Let him in," Shang Wan Ning said, setting down her cup and looking towards the doorway.

You Wu entered the hall, cupped his hands, and bowed: "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Rise and speak," Shang Wan Ning's tone was calm, making it impossible to guess her thoughts.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," You Wu rose and stood to the side.

"I hear you and Star have been quite close recently!" Shang Wan Ning looked straight ahead with a poker face, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure, directly stating the rumors she had heard.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, that is indeed true. However..." You Wu wanted to explain, but seeing the Empress's sharp gaze, he swallowed his words.

"Next time, you two should cause less trouble! Star has already missed three live streams this week!" Shang Wan Ning frowned, her voice rising slightly, clearly displeased with the situation.

"Also, You Pan actually came to me crying, saying that you're monopolizing Star, and even thought you were 'casting a spell' on his good brother! How utterly absurd!" Shang Wan Ning snorted lightly, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

You Wu's heart tightened upon hearing this. He never imagined that this matter would catch the attention of You Pan, that simple-minded, brawny big oaf.

For a moment, he was at a loss.

"There must be a misunderstanding. You Pan doesn't know the true relationship between me and Gang Zi. After work tonight, this Subordinate will immediately explain it clearly to him," You Wu hastily bowed, speaking with sincere earnestness.

Shang Wan Ning's lips curved slightly, nodding with a faint smile: "That would be best. I hope you can resolve this matter quickly and not let it escalate further."

"I don't want to see news of Ghost Catchers 'casting spells' on employees from Xia Country."

"This Subordinate understands, please rest assured, Your Majesty," You Wu replied respectfully, bowing his head.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you may withdraw. Also, regarding the interrogation results of Tao Yao, remember to send a detailed document to the Secretary-General tomorrow," Shang Wan Ning waved her hand, signaling You Wu could leave.

"As you command!"

You Wu bowed again, then exited the palace with downcast eyes.

As the palace doors closed, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"You Pan, you big oaf!!!"