70: Chapter 70 The Empress Judges the Demoness, Dragon Charming Man, Will You Confess or Not?

"I can leave her to you."

Ye Xiu stood up, clapped his hands, and looked back at Yu Yuan Chuyu.

At this moment, sunlight filtered through the leaves, shining on Yu Yuan Chuyu's face, which combined heroic spirit and soft beauty.

Ye Xiu suddenly felt that compared to the seductive Snake Spirit on the ground...

This seemingly serious, yet mourning-clothed, frigid Her Majesty the Empress before him... seemed more flavorful.

"However, Lord Yu Yuan."

Ye Xiu suddenly took a step closer, forcing Yu Yuan Chuyu back under that giant banana tree.

He propped one hand against the tree trunk, performing a standard "tree-thump."

The distance between the two shortened again to the point where they could hear each other's breathing.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Yu Yuan Chuyu panicked.

The heat she felt in the carriage earlier surged back.

And this time, it was out here in the wilderness, with a bound demoness watching from the side.

This forbidden sense of excitement made her mind go blank.

"I wanted to say..."

Ye Xiu lowered his head, staring intently into her eyes, his voice husky and magnetic:

"Since we've caught someone, shouldn't we interrogate her together?"

"My Lord wants to... interrogate with me?"

Yu Yuan Chuyu was flustered by Ye Xiu's aggressive gaze.

For a moment just now, she really thought this audacious man was going to do something to her in the middle of nowhere.

Her dignity as the former Her Majesty the Empress was as fragile as rice paper under Ye Xiu's "tree-thump" and the overpowering Pure Yang Qi.

"That's right, interrogation."

Ye Xiu looked at the blushing, shifty-eyed female Prefect before him and chuckled inwardly.

He slowly withdrew his hand from the tree trunk but didn't step back an inch, maintaining an extremely oppressive distance:

"Lord Yu Yuan, that demoness is very stubborn."

"If we just rely on fighting and killing, I'm afraid we won't be able to open her mouth."

"I see that your righteous Qi just now perfectly counters her evil Qi."

"How about... we use a combination of 'hardness and softness'?"

"You... back off first!"

Yu Yuan Chuyu took a deep breath, forcibly circulating her power to suppress the heat within her, and pushed Ye Xiu away.

She tidied her somewhat messy purple robes, especially pulling up the collar to hide the faint glimpse of her white mourning clothes.

Then, she turned around, her hand pressing on the yu yuan sword, her gaze instantly becoming sharp as she strode toward the hot spring.

However, if one looked closely...

This usually majestic female Prefect's steps were... actually a bit unsteady.

By the hot spring, the scene was a beautiful "picture of a beauty in distress."

Long Jiaonan was tied firmly to a giant green rock by Ye Xiu's "Wine God Curse · Monster-Binding Rope."

Because of her earlier struggle, her soaked, peach-colored transparent Palace Dress clung even tighter to every inch of her skin.

The crystal-clear spiritual energy chains bit into her full breasts in an extremely tricky manner.

Squeezing her already proud curves to the point of overflowing.

Her long legs were bound together, forcing her into an extremely shameful kneeling position.

Her rounded buttocks traced a heart-stopping curve under the wet hem of her skirt.

Hearing footsteps, Long Jiaonan raised her head.

On that beautiful face covered in water droplets, there was anger, but also a deep-seated charm.

She looked at the approaching Yu Yuan Chuyu, especially noticing her slightly flushed cheeks.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a playful smile.

"Oh, isn't this Her Majesty the Empress?"

Long Jiaonan's voice was husky and lazy, with a nasal tone as if she had just cried, sounding like a lover's whisper:

"What? Have you... finished being intimate with your little lover under the tree?"

"Finally remembered me, your 'prisoner'?"

"Shut up! You shameless Prodigy!"

Yu Yuan Chuyu's face instantly turned red as her secret was exposed.

"Clang!"

The scabbard in her hand struck the green rock heavily, making a crisp sound and splashing water onto Long Jiaonan's snow-white chest.

"This is the territory of Yankang Lizhou!"

"This official asks you, where is the headquarters of the Dragon Control Sect? How many more accomplices are lurking here?"

"Confess honestly, and this official might give you a quick death!"

Facing Yu Yuan Chuyu's questioning, Long Jiaonan wasn't afraid; instead, she acted as if she had heard a joke.

She struggled to twist her water-snake-like waist, causing the chains to rub against her body with a sound that made one's heart race.

"Give me a quick death?"

"Hehehe..."

Long Jiaonan stuck out her tongue, erotically licking the water droplets off her lips, her flirtatious eyes staring straight at Yu Yuan Chuyu's collar:

"Her Majesty the Empress, you're so fierce."

"But... I think your outfit is even more interesting than mine."

"Purple official robes, silver armor... tsk tsk tsk."

"But inside... why are you wearing white mourning clothes?"

"Boom!"

Yu Yuan Chuyu trembled all over, instinctively wanting to cover her collar.

This was the most secret pain in her heart and the taboo she least wanted mentioned.

"What do you know! This is to commemorate..."

"Commemorate?"

Long Jiaonan interrupted her, leaning forward. Despite the pain from the chains, she still tried to get closer to Yu Yuan Chuyu:

"Commemorate your dead husband? Or your fallen kingdom?"

"Oh my, wearing these mourning clothes that represent 'chastity' and 'abstinence'..."

"Yet hugging and cuddling with another man in the wilderness..."

"You—! You're looking for death!"

Yu Yuan Chuyu's composure completely shattered.

She had never seen such a thick-skinned and shameless person!

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Long Jiaonan's delicate chin, her fingers applying pressure as if to crush the bone.

"If you dare talk nonsense again, I'll cut out your tongue!"

"Mmph..."

With her chin held, Long Jiaonan was forced to tilt her head back.

Her long swan-like neck was fully exposed, and a painful yet somewhat pleasurable groan escaped her throat.

She looked at Yu Yuan Chuyu, who was inches away.

She watched the Empress's chest heaving violently with anger and her face so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

The smile in Long Jiaonan's eyes deepened.

Although her body was bound, her mouth was her deadliest weapon.

"Cut my tongue? Fine..."

Long Jiaonan said indistinctly, her gaze becoming blurry and provocative:

"But... Her Majesty the Empress, your hands... are so hot."

"Was it that Ye Xiu just now..."

"Does it... feel heavenly?"

"Look at you, clearly full of righteousness, but your eyes... are about to overflow with desire."

"Ah! Shut up! Shut up!"

Yu Yuan Chuyu felt her sanity being torn apart bit by bit by this demoness.

Those foul words were like venomous snakes slithering into her ears, gnawing at her Dao Heart.

Especially the Pure Yang Qi that hadn't yet dissipated in her body; it seemed to resonate with Long Jiaonan's words, making her whole body hot and her legs weak.

She wanted to draw her sword and kill this demoness.

But her hand was shaking so much she couldn't even grip the hilt.

And at this time.

Ye Xiu, who had been leaning against a tree with his arms crossed watching the show, finally couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Miss Long, your silver tongue is much more impressive than your martial arts."

"However..."

Ye Xiu walked over slowly and stood between the two women.

He first glanced at Yu Yuan Chuyu, who was so ashamed and angry she was about to cry, then at the provocative Long Jiaonan.

"Lord Yu Yuan, interrogation isn't just about talk."

"You have to make her suffer a bit."

After saying that.

Ye Xiu reached out and lightly flicked the chain made of wine vapor.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The chains, which were originally just tight, suddenly lit up with strange runes.

"Tighten!"

Ye Xiu uttered a single word.

"Ah!!!"

Long Jiaonan instantly let out a high-pitched scream.

The chains actually began to heat up, not only tightening further but also releasing waves of numbing electric currents that traveled through her Meridians.

This feeling wasn't painful, but it was more terrifying than pain.

It felt as if countless ants were crawling in her bone marrow, making her whole body tremble, unable to control her voice.

"Mm... ah... no..."

"Ye Xiu... you bastard... stop..."

Long Jiaonan's provocative gaze instantly scattered, and she slumped onto the green rock, her body twitching like a puddle of mud.

The peach-colored Palace Dress was completely soaked with sweat and spring water, becoming almost transparent.

Large patches of snow-white skin turned an enticing pink under the marks of the chains.

"Now, can you talk?"

Ye Xiu leaned in front of her, still smiling, but his eyes were chillingly cold:

"If you don't talk, I don't mind doubling the power of these chains."

"Or..."

Ye Xiu looked back at Yu Yuan Chuyu:

"Let Her Majesty the Empress personally take action."

"I think she would be very happy to use this yu yuan sword to skin your beautiful 'snake skin' again."

Looking at Ye Xiu's devilish smile and then at Yu Yuan Chuyu, who had already drawn her long sword and was full of Killing Intent.

Long Jiaonan was finally afraid.

She wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid of this endless humiliation and torture.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..."