369: The Little Empress was in control.

Every move was slow and seductive, carrying an innate rhythm unlike any mortal dance; it resembled a fox spirit performing a sacrifice beneath the moon, both devout and enchantingly demonic.

Although she was fully clothed, that gaze, the sway of her waist, the slight tremor of her fingertips... were far more alluring than any revealing movement.

Shang Wan Ning unconsciously straightened her posture, forgetting to chew the Spirit Fruit in her mouth.

Halfway through the dance, Ling Qi suddenly spun around. The tie at the back of her dress had somehow loosened, the collar opening slightly to reveal her porcelain-white collarbone... She faced Shang Wan Ning, her eyes slightly red, her breathing ragged; her fox eyes stared straight at the Empress, filled with undisguised invitation and a hint of challenge.

“A Ning, do you want me?”

Shang Wan Ning's throat tightened. A wave of heat rushed straight to her lower abdomen, and she subconsciously squeezed her legs together.

She was the Netherworld Empress. Even though her heart was burning fiercely, she maintained her imperial dignity, only gripping the brocade fabric of the soft couch tightly.

Soon, it was wrinkled... Ling Qi watched the other person's forced calmness, and the seductive charm in her eyes overflowed.

Tapping her toes on the rug, she drifted silently like a streak of moonlight to the soft couch, then sat down on Shang Wan Ning's lap, straddling her thighs to encircle her lover.

The skirt of her moon-white casual clothes spread out, wrapping around the Empress's legs. Her warm body pressed close, and the light sweat from the dance seeped through the fabric, making Shang Wan Ning feel completely numb.

“A Ning, that look in your eyes...”

Ling Qi raised her hand to hook her chin, lifting it sharply. Their noses were touching, and their breaths mingled.

“Do you want to swallow me whole?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned down, her soft lips quickly pecking the corner of Shang Wan Ning's mouth. Before the sweet Spirit Fruit flavor could dissipate, she sprang back like a slippery loach!

When her toes touched the ground, she deliberately used her skirt hem to brush Shang Wan Ning's ankle, and the tickle crawled up her calf toward her heart.

“Why is Your Majesty in such a hurry?” Ling Qi retreated to the center of the rug. The tie at the back of her moon-white casual clothes was completely undone, revealing a large expanse of snowy white back.

“The dance isn't over yet.”

She began to sway again, her movements wilder and naughtier than before!

One moment she would lean close to the couch, her fingertips brushing the back of Shang Wan Ning's hand; the next moment she would abruptly retreat, leaving only a seductive shadow flickering in the light, allowing Shang Wan Ning to see but not touch, completely tantalizing her!!!

Shang Wan Ning leaned back on the soft couch, her phoenix eyes half-closed, her fingertips tapping “dong dong” on her knee—she was a deity, and no matter how tempted she was, she could not lose her composure, yet the flame of desire in her eyes was already burning hot enough to melt her rationality.

Ling Qi saw it clearly. The jealousy in her heart had completely vanished, replaced only by the triumph of having someone cornered.

What were those women on the screen worth?

She would make Shang Wan Ning remember for the rest of her life who the only demon capable of making the Empress lose her composure truly was.

At the most seductive point of the dance, Ling Qi suddenly rushed to the couch, placing both hands on Shang Wan Ning's chest, encircling her, her hot breath spraying against her neck.

“Was Your Majesty feeling this excited just now when you were sending gifts to that 'female streamer'?”

Shang Wan Ning chuckled low in her throat, reaching out to grab the Secretary-General's waist and pull her into an embrace.

But Ling Qi was ready. She pushed Shang Wan Ning's chest, sprang back, and deliberately swayed her back, asking, “Who did Your Majesty just say was prettier, your Subordinate or those streamers?”

“Naturally, AQi is prettier.”

“Those Female Ghost Officers can't even compare to a single strand of your hair!”

“Oh?” Ling Qi raised an eyebrow. Instead of moving closer, she turned her back to the Empress. Her moon-white casual clothes slipped down slightly, revealing her beautiful shoulder blades.

“But that's not what Your Majesty said when you were fighting Chen Yu for the Top Ranker spot just now.”

Shang Wan Ning's face instantly darkened.

This wicked fox actually brought up old scores!

She sprang up from the soft couch. Her Profound Black Nightgown was mostly open, revealing the cold, sharp line of her shoulders. When her Spiritual Pressure spread, the Yin energy throughout the entire Inner Hall stagnated.

“Ling Qi, get over here.”

“Tch, is Your Majesty planning to take me by force?” Ling Qi turned back, smiling sweetly and wickedly. “But your Subordinate hasn't finished dancing yet.”

She took two steps forward, almost pressing against Shang Wan Ning's chest, her warm breath hitting her chin. “If Your Majesty truly wants me... then beg me.”

Shang Wan Ning's pupils abruptly contracted. She had lived for so long, yet no one had ever dared to tell her to beg! But looking at Ling Qi's seductive fox eyes, her throat tightened, and she actually felt a genuine urge to concede... Just then, Xiao Si's electronic voice abruptly burst forth in her Sea of Consciousness, laughing like an idiot: “Hahahaha... great host, you finally met your match! Caught peeking at a female streamer and being played around by your own fox—this is a huge loss!”

Shang Wan Ning: “...”

She was so angry that the veins pulsed on her forehead. She roared in her Sea of Consciousness, “Shut your mouth!”

“No!”

Xiao Si laughed even harder. “Who told the great host to be naughty? Ling Qi's tactic of 'letting go in order to catch' is brilliant. Your imperial majesty is completely useless in front of her!”

Shang Wan Ning took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to drag Xiao Si out and beat him up.

She looked at Ling Qi, her tone so heavy it could drip water. “Don't go too far.”

“Too far?” Ling Qi raised an eyebrow, taking two steps back towards the dressing table. She picked up a comb and slowly began to comb her hair, acting completely different from the seductive demon fox of moments ago. “Why didn't Your Majesty say 'too far' when you were secretly watching the livestream?”

Combing her dark hair, she said without turning around, “It's late. Your Majesty should rest. You still have Soul Contracts to approve tomorrow, don't stay up late and ruin your 'kitchenware'.”

Shang Wan Ning: “...”

She looked at Ling Qi's nonchalant appearance, so angry that her teeth itched, yet she couldn't vent her frustration.

[This fox is clearly insane with jealousy and is deliberately tormenting her.]

“You're just leaving like this?” Shang Wan Ning's voice carried a hint of grievance that she hadn't even noticed herself.

Ling Qi finished combing her hair, turned around, and smiled, her eyes curving like crescents. “What else? Does Your Majesty want your Subordinate to stay and accompany you?”

She paused deliberately, a wicked smile flashing in her eyes. “But AQi is afraid Your Majesty won't be able to control yourself, and then you won't be able to approve the Soul Contracts tomorrow. Sister Meng will scold you when she comes out of seclusion.”

Having said that, she picked up her uniform nearby and turned to walk behind the screen, leaving a light remark floating in the air: “Your Majesty can slowly hold it in and think about it~ Your Subordinate will come early tomorrow morning to deliver the Soul Contracts.”

The screen was pulled shut with a “hua la” sound, completely blocking the moon-white figure.

Shang Wan Ning stood rooted to the spot, staring at the screen, grinding her teeth in annoyance, yet the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

Xiao Si was still laughing in the Sea of Consciousness: “Hahahaha! great host, you lost miserably! Dare you watch livestreams again? If you do—the Secretary-General will keep you hanging until dawn!”

“Scram!” Shang Wan Ning roared, turning and flopping onto the soft couch, grabbing a pillow nearby and hurling it away.

The pillow hit the screen with a “dong” sound and bounced back.

Shang Wan Ning stared at the screen, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, mixed with anticipation.

[Fine, Ling Qi, you win.]

This Old Lady will settle this score with you sooner or later.