208: Chapter 208 The Unorthodox Master (4/17)

The frivolous scene of Chen Shanzhi shamelessly holding her small feet in his hands and even brazenly leaning in to blow air against her ear.

Two flushes of red instantly flew onto her somewhat cold, fair cheeks.

However, she still feigned composure and explained in a rapid tone:

"A few days ago, he orchestrated a plan with me to make me inadvertently reveal a false impression that he was completely controlled by my Child Gu."

"Then, the Grand Elder's faction indeed took the initiative to approach him.

Afterward, Chen Shanzhi followed the clues and, by feigning cooperation,

swindled these ten pills from them and incidentally uncovered the secret that the madam of Yihong Pavilion was a spy for the Grand Elder."

Jiang Yingrao took a deep breath and, with a complex expression, recounted Chen Shanzhi's intricate scheme in detail.

After hearing Jiang Yingrao's account, Sect Leader Gu Manzi, on the other side of the light screen, had her watery almond-shaped eyes erupt with intense curiosity and playfulness.

"The son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, Chen Shanzhi..."

Sect Leader Gu Manzi cast a coquettish glance at the light screen, pressed her slender finger against her vermilion lips, and giggled:

"The world says the son of the Marquis of Zhenguo is nothing but a good-for-nothing who only knows how to listen to music in brothels and has a head full of powder and rouge.

I never imagined... this little guy actually possesses such unfathomable intelligence in the shadows."

She looked at Jiang Yingrao's slightly flushed pretty Face and teased, arching her dark eyebrows:

"I was wondering before, little Yingrao, why you would give that Yang Parasite, which is so precious and concerns your purity and life,

to that little scoundrel for no reason.

I thought back then that Chen Shanzhi was just 'approachable' due to his billions."

"Now it seems... our Saintess Your Highness has truly good judgment.

This Chen Shanzhi really is a talent.

Not only is his own martial arts strength on the immortal stele hidden dragon ranking, but hearing you say this, he also has such intelligence.

Combined with his status as the son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, it seems there is no one else in this world more suitable to be the Master of this Yang Parasite.

It seems our little Yingrao will have a perfect guardian in the future."

"Master, what nonsense are you spouting again."

Jiang Yingrao feigned anger, her beautiful fox eyes filled with shame and indignation, and the flush on her Face instantly spread to her earlobes.

She couldn't possibly tell her Master that the Yang Parasite wasn't something she gave voluntarily at all.

It was that damned lecher Chen Shanzhi who saw through her identity, pinned her down on the soft couch, and snatched it away by using a 'diversionary tactic'.

Naturally, she couldn't speak of such a shameful matter.

Thus, Jiang Yingrao had to explain: "I gave him the Yang Parasite because he is the most capable of helping us with our plans in the capital.

After all, giving him the Child Gu would surely provoke his resistance.

That's why I thought it would be better to give him the Yang Parasite instead."

"Oh my, little Yingrao is shy."

Sect Leader Gu Manzi covered her red lips, laughing teasingly until she trembled, the patch of snow-white skin on her chest swaying in a way that made one dizzy.

"So, little Yingrao, is there anything else?"

Sect Leader Gu Manzi lazily yawned and rubbed her lower abdomen with a coy expression: "If there's nothing else important, Master is going to continue her beauty sleep.

Being woken up by you so early—if I get old, how will I be able to woo those young heroes on the immortal stele list?"

Jiang Yingrao helplessly supported her forehead; she had no way to deal with this Master of hers who had no seriousness and only thought about maintaining her youth all day long.

"Master, the Grand Elder's claws have already reached so deep into the capital; the plan in the capital cannot afford any mistakes."

Jiang Yingrao's tone was unprecedentedly serious, her beautiful eyes fixed on the light screen: "Disciple wants to ask, how are the plans you are overseeing outside the sect progressing? When... exactly will you be able to come to the capital to preside over the big picture in person?"

"Oh my, why is little Yingrao becoming more and more like a housekeeper, following behind Master every day to supervise progress."

Sect Leader Gu Manzi feigned wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, looking aggrieved: "Wuwu... little Yingrao is really so strict, actually having the heart to speak to Master in such a tone. I am a Sect Leader after all, don't I need Face?"

"Master, please be serious." Jiang Yingrao sighed helplessly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, everything is going smoothly on my end, and those disobedient old fogeys will soon be dealt with by me."

Sect Leader Gu Manzi waved her jade hand coquettishly: "Once I finish these trivial matters on hand, I will naturally go to the capital myself. At that time, I must meet that lecherous son of the Marquis of Zhenguo. I want to see what the man who could make our little Yingrao give up the Yang Parasite actually looks like."

"Then... this disciple will take her leave." Jiang Yingrao was afraid she would blurt out more shocking, teasing remarks. She helplessly rubbed her temples, preparing to cut off the magic array at any moment.

"Ying ying ying... little Yingrao, after bullying Master, you're now going to pull out the Magic Treasure and run away..."

"Click!" Before Sect Leader Gu Manzi could finish her resentful, soft muttering, Jiang Yingrao's jade hands moved like flowing water, quickly and decisively prying the White Lotus Magic Pearl embedded in the stone pillar's groove right out.

"Hum—" The milky-white Qi light screen in mid-air instantly shattered like a broken mirror, dissipating into the Void Realm. The secret chamber returned to its original deathly gloom.

Jiang Yingrao clutched the warm Magic Pearl in her hand and spat in annoyance: "Really... as a Sect Leader, how can she have no seriousness all day long."

Meanwhile. Thousands of miles away from the capital, inside a palace. On a large bed, Sect Leader Gu Manzi watched the white light dissipating before her, initially stunned for a moment. Then, she rolled over on the brocade couch and giggled without any Sect Leader demeanor.

"Giggle giggle... little Yingrao has been the White Lotus Saintess for so long, yet she is still so easily shy and cannot withstand a little teasing from me."

She stretched lazily; beneath her thin, cicada-wing silk nightgown, her round, slender, and dazzlingly fair jade legs swayed outside the brocade quilt.

However, as the laughter gradually ceased, the laziness and tenderness in Sect Leader Gu Manzi's autumn-water-like eyes were, in an instant, completely replaced by a cold killing intent as frigid as ten-thousand-year ice.

"However..." She slowly sat up from the bed, her black hair cascading like ink over one side of her snow-white shoulders.

"Since I'm awake, I can't fall back asleep."

Sect Leader Gu Manzi stepped with her bare, exquisite feet onto the cold white jade floor. With every step she took, an ice lotus condensed from frigid Qi would form on the floor.

"Then let's go and find those... mice who have developed disloyal hearts."

She pursed her red lips slightly, and her alluring voice echoed in the empty palace, like a verdict from Hell.