217: Small-minded

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"You... really treat 'My' Netherworld as your own back garden."

(#｀ dish´)＜Angry angry angry angry angry!!!

"This Old Lady's Female Ghost Officer subordinates are also treated by 'Your Excellency' (so sour) as three thousand beautiful concubines in a harem!!!"

Olexia rubbed her fingertips, her lust rising, wanting to lightly nibble on a certain god's lower lip.

[Stingy Shang is here; I wonder if the honey trap will work?]

"Empress~ you're~ jealous~ I..."

Before she could finish, Shang Wan Ning anticipated Olexia's next move.

She took a step forward and used her shoulder to block the Goddess of Desire's leaning motion.

"What are you thinking? I am a goddess with a family."

"Unlike some vulgar deities who use their beauty as a tool to earn incense offerings."

Shang Wan Ning rolled her eyes and then unceremoniously grabbed her shoulder to pull her upper body straight.

Adding the anger from several layers of heaven, the strength in her hand reached a full eighty percent of her divine power.

"Don't bend over. I still prefer your straightforward, rebellious, and pretentious look."

Olexia immediately took two steps back, her fragrant shoulders swaying to escape the restraint of the divine power.

She couldn't help but swallow hard.

"I didn't bend!"

"It's just that Your Majesty's aura while settling scores is too..."

She pursed her cherry lips and sensibly stopped talking.

Her heart still couldn't stop racing, and even her divine power trembled uncontrollably.

It wasn't that she was cowardly, but as a prisoner, she truly had little say.

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"Hehe ^_^, so you know how to be afraid now."

"I wonder if Your Excellency's courage was ten times greater when you were earning incense offerings?"

Shang Wan Ning feigned anger, propping her chin on her hand, watching the Goddess of Desire's sour lemon expression with great interest.

Then she snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied with Olexia's explanation.

She said sternly, "Does Your Excellency know that those ghost officers were so flirted with by you that they lost their minds and spent a lot of incense offerings?"

"Every single one of them has practically become part of the Moonlight Clan."

"Do I need to launch an Underworld version of Huabei?"

The corners of Olexia's mouth curled up into a sly smile. Her tone showed she didn't care about Shang Wan Ning's accusation, but was rather teasing. "Her Majesty the Empress, this... this only shows that my charm is too great."

"However, I promise I won't do it again."

At this point, Olexia paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

After a while, as if she had made up her mind.

"At most... at most..."

Shang Wan Ning seemed to guess what the Goddess of Desire wanted to say next and spoke first.

"Cough~ unless it's a 30/70 split. You get thirty, and I get seventy."

"Oh! A 30/70 split."

"Her Majesty the Empress is as generous (stingy ghost) as ever!"

Olexia widened her eyes, unable to believe what she had just heard, speaking sarcastically.

[What a ruthless woman, plucking feathers from a passing goose and skinning a walking beast.]

Even Zhou Bapi would have to kowtow to Shang Wan Ning.

Seeing her trembling with anger in her 'bikini cleavage', Shang Wan Ning's resentment dissipated by eighty percent.

But she still kept a straight face: "It better be so. If you do it again, I will show no mercy."

Olexia's heart was in turmoil like a volcanic eruption. She pressed down on her trembling cleavage, leaned in closer, and lowered her voice.

"If it's really a 30/70 split, aren't you afraid I'll hold a grudge and stop earning incense offerings for Your Majesty?" A provocative light flashed in Olexia's eyes.

A look of disdainful mockery appeared at the corner of Shang Wan Ning's mouth. She crossed her arms and looked at the other with contempt.

"You dare? Without the platform of the Underworld, would Your Excellency have so many opportunities to use your charm to earn incense offerings?"

These words were like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly striking the heart of the Goddess of Desire—shattering the aloof posture she had held for tens of thousands of years.

"Besides, how much divine power can Your Excellency's injuries maintain? Lest you decline and fall into a slumber a few thousand years later, until you perish!!!"

"The Underworld has already given enough. Don't push your luck."

Shang Wan Ning spoke lightly, seemingly calm, but her words were full of hidden threats.

The Goddess of Desire was, after all, a veteran of many battles.

Her eyes darted around, and she immediately adopted a fawning posture, her voice sweet and delicate.

"Her Majesty the Empress is wise. I have been reckless lately."

"But A Ning, a 30/70 split is too little. How about adding a bit more for labor costs?" Olexia pleaded, taking advantage of the situation and using the affectionate name used by the 'Empress's Harem'.

It was as if Shang Wan Ning had slept with her for free for several nights, and the goddess had suffered a great grievance.

"Not much, just five percent more," she continued, feeling her request wasn't excessive.

It was better than perishing!!!

Shang Wan Ning suppressed an awkward feeling from somewhere, her heart secretly burning.

[Olexia is truly like a greedy snake trying to swallow an elephant. Give her an inch, and she'll take a mile.]

[Is the Underworld's blade not sharp enough, or is my tongue not quick enough?]

"A 30/70 split is the limit. If Your Excellency doesn't agree, don't even think about messing around on the beach."

"The Black Horn Iron Prison is also quite suitable for a prisoner," Wanling finished in one breath, leaving no room for negotiation.

Seeing her firm attitude, Olexia could only sigh helplessly.

"Fine, fine, I'll listen to A Ning. A 30/70 split it is."

"But Her Majesty the Empress, you must promise me to arrange more jobs for me to earn incense offerings in the future."

Shang Wan Ning nodded with satisfaction, feeling that Olexia had finally learned the ways of the East.

"That's a given. As long as Your Excellency is honest, the work for earning money..."

"Will definitely not be lacking for you."

Olexia's eyelid couldn't help but twitch, and a mini version of Shang Wan Ning immediately appeared in her mind, waving a small abacus.

[Mine, mine, mine... it's all mine.]

[Want to take advantage of This Old Lady? I'll beat your brains out with my abacus!]

Olexia reflexively felt a sense of 'bristling'.

This feeling came so quickly that she didn't even have time to use her divine power to eliminate it.

After a few breaths, she suddenly remembered... as long as the Underworld didn't fall, at least for the next thousand years, 'Desire' wouldn't have to worry about her divine power gradually dissipating due to injuries and eventually falling back into a slumber.

The slope of her chest—only then did it settle down a bit.

But after finishing her self-consolation, her gaze still couldn't help but drift toward Shang Wan Ning.

"Her Majesty the Empress, is there anything else?" Olexia asked, unable to suppress the doubt in her heart.

After all, the matter of dividing the incense offerings had been settled.

Normally, Shang Wan Ning should have torn through space and left by now.