Borrowing a popular phrase from his previous life, when Song Qingshu heard Li Yuanzhi’s words, he nearly choked on his own soda. Even though his cultivation was now so profound that he could hear a mosquito land on the ground, he still asked in disbelief, “What did you just say?”
“I said: help me destroy both their chastities!” Li Yuanzhi bit her lip, her expression unreadable.
“Uh…” Having finally confirmed it, Song Qingshu found himself at a loss for words.
Li Yuanzhi clearly knew how outrageous her request was. She explained in a cold voice, “So they were the masterminds all along. If I had run into anyone other than you back then, my innocence would have been lost, and the consequences would have been unimaginable. They ruined my purity—I’m simply giving them a taste of their own medicine, letting them experience the same feeling.”
Song Qingshu fell silent. He knew she was speaking the truth. Without his protection, she would have fallen into a hellish situation by now. Her desire for revenge was entirely justified—but *that* kind of revenge…
Yes, he had to admit, there was something undeniably alluring about such a method. Both Chen Yuanyuan and Ah Ke were the kind of beauties that could topple cities. Any man in the world would gladly trade ten years of his life just for a single intimate moment with either of them, let alone both at once. Added to that was the forbidden thrill of their mother-daughter relationship.
Any man would be tempted by such a prospect—Song Qingshu was no exception. But temptation was one thing; action was another. He had never considered himself a saint who could remain unmoved by beauty, but neither was he a beast without principles.
Seeing him remain silent, Li Yuanzhi bit her lip again. “Fine. If you won’t help, I’ll do it myself.”
Song Qingshu was taken aback. *How exactly is a woman supposed to do that herself?* In the moment of his hesitation, Li Yuanzhi slipped out of his embrace and leaped toward the bed.
“Who’s there?” Chen Yuanyuan might not have noticed, but Ah Ke, having trained in martial arts, instinctively sat up at the sound of rustling clothes cutting through the air. All she saw was a flash of movement before everything went black.
“Ah Ke? Hel—” Chen Yuanyuan finally reacted, but before she could finish, her vision also faded into darkness.
“Brother Song, I knew you’d help me.” Li Yuanzhi beamed at the man by the bed.
Song Qingshu withdrew the finger he had used to seal the mother and daughter’s sleep acupoints and could only smile wryly. He had struck first to incapacitate them precisely because he knew that if they saw Li Yuanzhi face to face, the aftermath would be even more troublesome.
“I only sealed their acupoints—I never said I’d help you do *that*,” Song Qingshu said gravely.
Li Yuanzhi blinked at him, her eyes full of pleading. Song Qingshu nearly softened, but he quickly steeled his resolve. “Even if you look at me like that, I won’t help you do that.”
Seeing that her pleading act wasn’t working, Li Yuanzhi’s eyes darted about. The corners of her lips curled into a sweet smile. “As expected of the man I’ve set my heart on. Congratulations, Brother Song—you’ve passed the test!”
“Ah?” Song Qingshu finally realized. *She was testing me all along!*
It seemed that no matter how many millennia passed, women’s little tricks remained the same. Song Qingshu couldn’t help but recall those online stories from his previous life, where women would pretend to be another woman on QQ or WeChat to tempt their boyfriends and test their loyalty. He never expected that even after crossing into this world, he would encounter something similar.
“Alright, don’t be mad~” Li Yuanzhi clung to his arm, her voice sweeter than honey. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Song Qingshu was surprised. “How will you make it up?”
Li Yuanzhi stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, “Have you forgotten why we came here?”
Song Qingshu felt a stirring in his heart. He glanced at the soft, comfortable bed beside them and felt his throat go dry. “You really want to do it on that bed…”
Li Yuanzhi had already kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed, her large eyes full of seductive charm. “Does Brother Song not dare?”
“Who says I don’t dare!” Though he knew she was provoking him, Song Qingshu still felt his pride pricked.
“Then come up~” Though she was still a young maiden, the allure she radiated in that moment rivaled that of the finest courtesans on the Qinhuai River. Even Song Qingshu was momentarily mesmerized.
“But… they’re still on the bed.” He awkwardly gestured at Chen Yuanyuan and Ah Ke, lying unconscious beside them.
Li Yuanzhi waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t mind. Why should you?”
Song Qingshu supposed she was right. To keep hesitating would only seem pretentious. Besides, he had been left hanging earlier and had been holding back for far too long. With his lover’s invitation, why hold back any longer?
A sweet, intoxicating fragrance filled the air. Song Qingshu could no longer tell whether it was Li Yuanzhi’s scent or that of Ah Ke and Chen Yuanyuan beside them. All he knew was that his entire being felt swollen and taut, desperately in need of a woman’s gentle relief.
Despite her bold words, Li Yuanzhi was still inexperienced. The first time she had given herself to this man, the whole experience had been a blur. By the time she had come to her senses, the eunuchs and palace maids had already barged in, and then the emperor’s rage followed—she had experienced the fall from heaven to hell in a single day.
So although that day had been unforgettable, she hadn’t yet fully transitioned from being a maiden. Now, seeing Song Qingshu’s muscular frame, she suddenly felt shy.
But his breathless ki$$es soon chased away her nervousness. His gentleness quickly ignited her passion. Her two pale, lotus-root arms wrapped around his neck. Feeling the pressure of his body bearing down on her, she went limp and sank back onto the bed.
His gaze inadvertently swept over Chen Yuanyuan and Ah Ke lying beside them—two jade-white faces, two jade-white hands. They looked like two white jade Guanyin statues sleeping on an emerald pedestal, radiating a wordless allure.
His throat tightened. Feeling parched, he quickly gathered his focus to drive away those distracting, wicked thoughts.
But Li Yuanzhi, having overcome her initial shyness, soon returned to her usual mischievous nature. Like an enchanting sprite, she teased and tempted the man above her in every way imaginable.
With a low growl, Song Qingshu pressed down heavily upon her…
No one knew how much time passed. Song Qingshu noted that the delicate hand he was holding was exceptionally tender. Marveling at nature’s wonder, he suddenly realized something was amiss. Looking closely, he discovered that at some point, the hand he was holding belonged to Chen Yuanyuan. He instinctively tried to let go, but a part of him was reluctant.
Sensing something, he turned his head and found Li Yuanzhi watching him with an amused smile. Song Qingshu’s face flushed, and he quickly released Chen Yuanyuan’s hand.
“Brother Song~” Li Yuanzhi’s eyes curved into two crescent moons. “Someone’s being a hypocrite.”
“Nonsense. I accidentally t0uched her.” Even though he had weathered many storms, Song Qingshu still felt incredibly awkward. Just moments ago, he had spoken so righteously, and now he was contradicting himself.
“Is that so?” Li Yuanzhi didn’t press the issue. Instead, she reached out and touched Chen Yuanyuan’s hand, a look of wonder on her face. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I know I should hate her, but right now I’m mostly just jealous. She must be thirty or forty years old, yet her skin is even more delicate than mine. How does she maintain it?”
Song Qingshu teased, “She lives a life of ease and luxury every day. Unlike you, a wild girl who runs all over the wulin, exposed to wind and sun. It’s only natural that you can’t compare to her.”
“Tears of six armies all in white; one burst of rage for the beauty,” Li Yuanzhi hummed lightly, surprisingly unbothered. “It’s no shame to lose to the most beautiful woman in the world.” She had by now figured out Chen Yuanyuan’s true identity.
Watching this vibrant young woman before him, Song Qingshu felt nothing but affection. This was exactly what made her so endearing—always mischievous, always sunny and optimistic.
The main reason he had refused her revenge plan earlier was that he didn’t want such a lovely girl to have her precious pure heart twisted by hatred.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Song Qingshu suddenly noticed Li Yuanzhi’s hands wandering over Chen Yuanyuan and Ah Ke’s bodies.
“Taking off their cl0thes, of course,” Li Yuanzhi replied matter-of-factly.
Song Qingshu felt his nose heat up and nearly sprayed blood. He quickly shouted, “Stop fooling around!”
“I’m not fooling around,” Li Yuanzhi pouted, looking wronged. “They ruined my life. You won’t help me get revenge, and now when I take matters into my own hands, you yell at me.”
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Song Qingshu felt a pang of guilt. “Alright, alright. It’s my fault, Big Brother Song was wrong. But… taking off their clothes is your idea of revenge?”
Li Yuanzhi’s tears turned to laughter. “You’ll see soon enough.”
Song Qingshu’s face darkened. “You’re not still thinking about *that* plan, are you?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make a beast out of you.” Li Yuanzhi seemed to read his mind and giggled.
As Chen Yuanyuan and Ah Ke’s clothes grew fewer and fewer, until they were down to their thinnest undergarments, Song Qingshu turned his head away. “Hey, if you want revenge on them, that’s your business. But I’m here, and there are differences between men and w0men. If I see too much… it’ll be improper.”
Li Yuanzhi leaned close to his ear and said in a honeyed voice, “Brother Song, you’re not being honest again. I can tell you’re even more excited…”
“Let me teach you a lesson~” Song Qingshu, embarrassed and annoyed, decided to properly punish this disobedient maiden. Li Yuanzhi smiled sweetly, fully opening her b0dy to soothe the man’s anger with boundless tenderness…