193: Chapter 193 Su Jianqing's Visit

Inside a wing of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, and the room was very quiet.

Jiang Feiyu was lying obediently on the large bed.

Her outer robe had long been removed, leaving her in only an extremely thin, form-fitting inner chemise, exposing a large area of her smooth, jade-like back defenselessly to the air.

"Feiyu, I'm going to start now."

Chen Shanzhi sat by the bedside and took a deep breath.

The thick True Essence of the Xuan Guan Ten Apertures rapidly gathered in his palms, turning into a scorching hot current.

He decisively reached out both hands, his palms pressing directly against Jiang Feiyu's slender, willow-like waist!

"Ah..."

The moment their skin touched, the startling, scorching temperature made Jiang Feiyu’s delicate body shudder violently, and she subconsciously let out a soft, tender cry.

Chen Shanzhi gave her no time to adapt at all.

His hands moved like swimming dragons, following the Meridians of her waist and massaging all the way up.

The pads of his fingers pressed precisely onto the major acupoints on her back.

With every press, the True Essence pierced into her body like a sharp knife, driving out the cold black Qi entrenched deep within her Meridians bit by bit.

"Mm..."

Jiang Feiyu bit her lower lip hard, her hands tightly gripping the soft pillow beneath her.

That foreign Pure Yang True Essence surged through her body; everywhere it passed felt as if it had been seared by hot coals.

Yet, amidst that pain, there was also a strong tingling and itching sensation that shot straight to the top of her head.

Chen Shanzhi's hands were rough and powerful; every knead made her feel a shameful tremor.

"Relax, don't be so tense," Chen Shanzhi's voice was low.

His thumb lightly slid across the graceful groove of her spine, gently kneading a major acupoint.

"Nnh, ah!"

Jiang Feiyu's defenses instantly crumbled. A layer of moisture welled up in the corners of her eyes, and her entire body turned as soft as spring water, her toes even curling uncontrollably.

An enticing pink flush had already risen over her originally fair skin, and several strands of hair, drenched in fragrant sweat, clung messily to her slender neck.

At this moment, she was like a delicious crystal pork hock, radiating an astonishing heat.

A full hour passed.

As the last trace of foul black Qi was forced out through Jiang Feiyu's fingertips and dissipated into blue smoke,

Chen Shanzhi finally withdrew his hands with satisfaction and exhaled a long breath of turbid Qi.

"Alright, today's treatment is over."

Chen Shanzhi pulled over a nearby brocade quilt and considerately covered her exposed back.

As if granted a grand amnesty, Jiang Feiyu collapsed limply into the bedding, her strength spent.

Her slightly baby-faced, pretty face was so red it looked ready to drip blood. Her eyes darted around, not daring to look at Chen Shanzhi at all.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps came from outside the door.

"Heir."

The head maid serving Chen Rou stood outside and reported respectfully:

"The Madam requests your presence in the front hall. She says Palace Master Su Jianqing of the Four Seas Academy has arrived and specifically asked to see you and Young Miss Jiang."

Su Jianqing is here?

Chen Shanzhi raised an eyebrow.

He turned to look at Jiang Feiyu, who was still playing ostrich in the blankets, and said, "Feiyu, hurry up and get dressed. Your master is here."

A moment later, the two arrived at the guest hall of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion one after the other.

Inside the hall, the aroma of tea curled in the air.

Chen Rou sat in the main seat, chatting with a woman in the guest seat with a face full of smiles.

Chen Shanzhi stepped over the threshold, his gaze naturally falling upon the woman in the guest seat.

With just one look, even an old lecher like Chen Shanzhi, who was accustomed to seeing peerless beauties, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Although Su Jianqing was the Palace Master of the Four Seas Academy, she was actually only in her forties.

It was the time when a woman was fully ripened.

Currently, Su Jianqing was wearing a form-fitting, moon-white palace dress that perfectly outlined her exaggeratedly voluptuous curves.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing a breathtaking glimpse of snowy white.

On that intellectual and gentle face was a sense of composure and nobility gained from experiencing the world.

But the most lethal part was her legs!

Su Jianqing leaned lazily against the armchair, her legs elegantly crossed.

The hem of her palace dress was slightly slit, revealing a pair of long, straight legs.

What made one gasp was that on these exquisite legs, she was actually wearing a pair of Silk Stockings densely woven from precious Ink-colored Ice Silkworm Silk!

These ink-colored stockings clung to her skin, tightly wrapping her plump calves and well-proportioned thighs.

They revealed a hazy, semi-transparent flesh tone.

In Chen Shanzhi's eyes, this was practically the ancient version of top-tier black Silk Stockings!

Mature, intellectual, noble, and paired with those lethal, long legs in black silk.

The lethality was simply off the charts!

"Big Brother!"

Just as Chen Shanzhi was discreetly admiring the beautiful legs, a crisp, childish voice interrupted his thoughts.

A little girl with her hair in a sky-high braid ran happily from behind Su Jianqing and hugged Chen Shanzhi's leg.

"Yaya?"

Chen Shanzhi was stunned for a moment, then naturally rubbed the little girl's head.

This girl was the sole survivor rescued by the others from the Shi Village dungeon.

When Chen Shanzhi woke up, he heard that Yaya had extraordinary talent and had been taken in as a personal Disciple by an Elder of the academy.

Looking at the smiling Su Jianqing sitting in the chair, he suddenly realized.

It turned out that the so-called academy Elder was actually this Great Palace Master Su before him!

"Master!"

Jiang Feiyu no longer cared about her shyness and pounced toward Su Jianqing like a happy little sparrow.

Su Jianqing doted on Jiang Feiyu, stroking her head.

But when her gaze fell on Jiang Feiyu’s flushed face and the faint trace of lingering passion in the corners of her eyes,

The Palace Master’s beautiful willow-leaf brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She naturally knew that the black Qi in her Disciple's body required Chen Shanzhi to use his Pure Yang True Essence for healing.

But how did this healing leave her Disciple glowing with such a radiant face, looking like a young girl in the throes of first love?

Deep within her collar, one could even faintly see one or two suspicious red marks!

A feeling of displeasure immediately welled up in Su Jianqing's heart.

This cabbage that she had worked so hard to carefully nurture for over a decade...

Why did it look like it was about to be uprooted by this little piglet from the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion?

Moreover, the most important thing was that not long ago, the Emperor had spoken, granting a marriage between Chen Shanzhi and Murong Zhaoling.

Wasn't her silly Disciple just throwing herself away now?

"Heir, during this period, I must thank you for the effort you've put into Feiyu's injuries."

Su Jianqing looked up, her beautiful eyes meeting Chen Shanzhi's, her tone gentle.

"Not at all, Palace Master Su is too polite."

Feiyu and I have a bond of having faced life and death together. Helping her heal is simply my duty."

Chen Shanzhi spoke with practiced officialdom, the smile on his face appearing harmless to humans and animals alike.