Chapter 195 of Ten Scenery Satin

With Long Yuqing dead, the Imperial Mausoleum Faction's power was waning, and the turmoil in the country was a close call. The Ming army, under Yu Qian's leadership, fought effectively, defeating Esen's army and ensuring the safety of the capital.

Emperor Jingtai, protected by Ren Jianqing and others, hid in a secret location within the palace. The rebellion was quelled, and Jingtai reclaimed the throne. Hearing news of the victory outside the city, he was overjoyed and wanted to reward those who had contributed. However, Han Xuqing, Ren Jianqing, Xiang Yang, Wen Yuan, and others had already quietly left the palace without a trace.

The group returned to the Bai residence. Most of the women from the Yunxiao Faction were injured. Hu Yanfeng and Qin Panying, having suffered severe internal injuries from Long Yuqing's powerful "Thunderous Dragon and Serpent Sting" attack, rested and recuperated along with Mu Yanding and the others. Although Ren Jianqing, Murong Xiu, Wen Yuan, and the others were also seriously injured, they possessed extraordinary cultivation and were still able to move. Upon returning to the Bai residence, they did not rest immediately but joined the others in the main hall. Bai Song instructed the servants to bring Han Xi out first.

Han Xuqing's face turned ashen upon seeing his son Han Xi, and he snorted. Han Xi, injured by Wen Yuan, had his hands bound behind his back. He looked at his father with tightly closed lips, but his eyes were fixed on Hua Xuan.

Han Xuqing shouted, "You unfilial son! Yuan'er is your junior brother, yet you are so ruthless, causing Yuan'er to be blind. All my years of teaching have been in vain; I never imagined I would produce such a vicious person!" With a swift movement, the Taiyi Sword was drawn, pointing at Han Xi.

Ren Jianqing reached out to block him, saying, "Wait! Senior Brother Han, although you killed our eldest brother today to cleanse the sect and it's justified, it's still fratricide. If you kill his only son, you'll be ridiculed by the world. You shouldn't kill anyone today."

Han Xuqing stared at him, sighed deeply, and said, "Junior Brother Hua's disciple is crippled for life because of my poor upbringing. How can I face Junior Brother Hua? Junior Brother Ren, step aside! No matter what, this beast cannot be allowed to live."

Han Xi suddenly had a strange light in his eyes and shouted sharply, "Old thief, you are so vicious! You ruined my life, and now you want to kill me!" Han Xuqing's expression changed, and he shouted, "Beast, what nonsense are you talking about?" He raised his left hand and suddenly struck Ren Jianqing.

Ren Jianqing was already seriously injured, and the sudden shock from the hidden force caused him to involuntarily take a few steps back. A flash of cold light appeared, and the Taiyi Sword pierced straight into Han Xi's chest. Han Xi's spine jerked violently, a chill running down his spine; he knew he was doomed. But then a clang rang out, and a sword flashed

, deflecting Han Xuqing's attack. It was truly rare for a weapon to withstand the sharpness of the Taiyi Sword. Han Xuqing glanced over and immediately recognized the sword as the Lilong Sword, and the attacker as Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan's blindness was entirely due to Han Xi. Now, Han Xuqing intended to kill Han Xi, yet Wen Yuan intervened, leaving everyone astonished. Wen Yuan then said, "Uncle Han, please reconsider! Senior Brother Han is your only son. Although he acted foolishly and blinded me, he has committed no major offense. Why must he die?"

Han Xuqing hesitated, undecided. Han Feng suddenly stepped forward, about to speak, when Ren Jianqing preemptively called out, "Senior Brother Han, in my opinion, we should spare this boy's life first. There are still some mysteries surrounding him that we need to unravel."

Han Xuqing asked, "What mysteries?" Ren Jianqing laughed, "Senior Brother Han, your eyes are perfectly fine, can't you see what clothes this boy is wearing?"

When Han Xi broke into the Yu residence, he appeared disguised as Yan Tie. Now, with his acupoints sealed and bound, his mask removed, but his clothes unchanged, he was still wearing a strange outfit. Where Wen Yuan's palm strike had struck, his clothes were torn, revealing black iron armor.

Han Xuqing said, "This is the disguise I instructed him to wear when I sent him to infiltrate the Jingwei Prince's residence. What's so strange about it?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed. Ren Jianqing exclaimed, "Senior Brother Han, this kid is Yan Tie, and it was your idea?" Han Xuqing replied, "That's right. In order to deal with the traitor Long Yuqing of our sect, I sent him to change his name and disguise himself, take drugs to make his voice hoarse, and infiltrate the Prince's mansion under the name Yan Tie, so as to uncover the various schemes of Long Yuqing and Prince Jingwei. Who would have thought that this beast would be so heartless and crazy as to use this identity to do all sorts of atrocities? I really didn't expect this..." He sighed deeply after saying this.

Wen Yuan said, "That's true, but right and wrong can't be determined in a moment. Perhaps Senior Brother Han has his own reasons. If we kill him now, there are many hidden secrets we won't know." Ren Jianqing clapped his hands and said, "Exactly! This kid can't be killed right now."

Han Xuqing remained silent, his gaze shifting, suddenly sweeping over Xiang Yang in a flash. Xiang Yang noticed it and thought, "This Han Xi caused Junior Brother to go blind. Senior Uncle Han is cleaning up the sect, but Junior Brother is protecting him. Senior Uncle Ren isn't letting Senior Uncle Han make a move either. There must be a reason." He then said, "I think what Junior Brother and Senior Uncle Ren say makes sense."

Han Xuqing sighed, "Alright, let's spare this rebellious son's life for now." He slowly sheathed his sword and said, "Anyone who wants to ask anything, ask away."

Ren Jianqing said, "You should ask, but not now. Headmaster Huyan of the Yunxiao Sect, who came to the capital with me this time, mentioned that he had something to ask this kid. Headmaster Huyan is currently recuperating from his injuries." "It's not too late to ask her when she's feeling a bit better. Anyway, this kid can't escape, what harm is there in letting him live for a few more days?" Han Xuqing stopped talking, only nodded slightly, turning his head to look at his son, seemingly filled with boundless pity.

That night, everyone stayed at the Bai residence. Xiao Murong, Hua Xuan, and several female disciples of the Yunxiao Sect escorted Yu Qian's family back to the residence, while explaining to Yu Qian the events that led to Han Xi and Luo Jinling's plot against Wen Yuan, and the ensuing chaos in the capital. Wen Yuan, mindful of Yu Qian's efforts to repel the Oirat army and manage the aftermath of the rebellion, didn't want to cause him any more trouble, and instructed the two women not to reveal his blindness.

Wen Yuan sat upright in his room with his eyes closed, a seven-stringed zither placed before him. Zi Yuan accompanied him, her hands caressing the pipa, playing a leisurely tune, the music filled with spirituality and peace.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Xiang Yang's voice came from outside, saying, "Junior Brother, may I come in?" Wen Yuan raised his head slightly and said, "Senior Brother, please!" Xiang Yang quietly opened the door, slowly entered the room, and gently closed the door. Just then, Zi Yuan's song ended. Xiang Yang asked, "Junior Brother, how are you? Are your injuries alright?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "It's nothing." Xiang Yang sat down beside him and said, "I've heard about what Han Xi did from Miss Murong. This guy harmed you so much, why did you stop Uncle Han from killing him?"

Wen Yuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Senior Brother, in your opinion, did Uncle Han act strangely today?"

Xiang Yang asked curiously, "How so?" Wen Yuan said, "I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm blind and can't see, but my sense of the things around me seems to have changed. When Uncle Han killed Long Yuqing, I felt an extremely eerie atmosphere."

Xiang Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Now that you mention it, I also feel something is amiss. I didn't expect that Uncle Han would kill Long Yuqing so easily."

Wen Yuan said, "Han Xi is Uncle Han's only son. Even if he committed a grave mistake, Uncle Han shouldn't have killed him so readily. This truly puzzles me. Uncle Ren might know something. Let's ask him again once he's fully recovered."

Xiang Yang's expression changed slightly, thinking, "If we wait for Uncle Ren to recover, could something else be causing us danger?"

Two days later, everyone's injuries had slightly healed. They then heard that Esen had suffered repeated defeats, losing many soldiers and generals, and had already taken the retired Emperor Yingzong hostage to flee west. In the capital, the Embroidered Uniform Guard was conducting a large-scale search for the remaining members of the Imperial Tomb Sect. The most skilled martial artists fled far away, but thousands were still imprisoned and punished as Long Yuqing's traitors.

Seeing that the chaos in the capital had subsided, Xiang Yang, though unharmed, couldn't stay idle and couldn't help but think of Zhao Wanyan. He thought to himself, "I changed my mind at the last minute and couldn't get back to Wan Yan's side in time. Now that everything is resolved, I should have gone back long ago..."

Hua Xuan had already told him about Zhao Wan Yan's move to Jin Guo Manor. Now, with nothing to do, he couldn't bear the longing and only wanted to rush to Jin Guo Manor immediately. But then he thought, "Everyone is injured. If something unexpected happens, only Han Shibo and I can take action. Wouldn't that be dangerous?" Although he was extremely reluctant, after weighing the pros and cons, he had no choice but to stay at the Bai residence.

Just as he was at his wit's end, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him. It was Yang Xiaojuan running over. As soon as she saw Xiang Yang, she smiled broadly and said, "Young Master Xiang!"

Years ago, on a rainy night in the mountains, Xiang Yang, distracted by his training, nearly assaulted Yang Xiaojuan. Although he regained his senses in time and avoided a serious mistake, it was still an extremely embarrassing incident. Adding to this, the two had been quite intimate in the cellar of Jin Guo Manor. With these past events intertwined, seeing Yang Xiaojuan now made Xiang Yang feel quite awkward. He thought to himself, "It was all my fault for being foolish and offending Miss Yang. The other day, when I challenged Long Yuqing, she thought I would truly side with the Imperial Mausoleum Sect and intervened to stop me, showing her concern. If she hadn't scolded me awake that day, I wouldn't have had the chance to cultivate 'Heavenly Thunder Without Error.' I should apologize to her and thank her."

Thinking this, Xiang Yang was about to speak when Yang Xiaojuan smiled brightly and said first, "Quick, quick, come with me!" She grabbed Xiang Yang's wrist and ran towards the main hall. Xiang Yang asked in surprise, "Miss Yang, what's wrong?"

Yang Xiaojuan didn't turn her head and said, "You've worked so hard for so long, and finally defeated Long Yuqing. Shouldn't you be rewarded?" Xiang Yang asked, "Rewarded? Rewarded for what?" Yang Xiaojuan smiled slightly, her feet still, and said softly, "To let you see the person you most want to see." Xiang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Could it be... Wan Yan, she..." The two had already rushed to the front of the hall. Yang Xiaojuan smiled and said, "Let's go in!" She stopped and gently pushed Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang felt a bright light before his eyes, and a fluffy thing pounced on his face. Xiang Yang laughed and caught the thing, saying, "This little guy..." The next moment, a soft body rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly. The fragrance of her hair gently wafted into Xiang Yang's heart, stirring up his tender feelings.

Xiang Yang held her tightly and said softly, "Wan Yan, it's you!" Zhao Wan Yan nodded on his shoulder, making a sweet yet sorrowful sound. The little white tiger fell to the ground from Xiang Yang's hands, yelping twice.

That night, the two had endless things to talk about. In the room, Xiang Yang recounted his arduous cultivation experience to Zhao Wanyan:

"That night, I was scolded by Miss Yang, which brought me to my senses. Before, I was preoccupied with my junior brother's martial arts, and the thought of being driven away by him in the future always kept me from calming down. Later, I realized that talent is talent, and skill is skill. Regardless of my junior brother's progress, I myself have already lived up to Master's expectations. In the future, I will only strive for further improvement.

"It seems that Long Yuqing was trapped here, preoccupied with Master his whole life, as well as with Uncle Han and Uncle Ren. Unable to cultivate 'Heavenly Thunder Without Error,' he could only seek the martial arts of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. Originally, I didn't expect to reach the realm of 'Heavenly Thunder Without Error,' but I took a detached view of gains and losses, and the cultivation of 'Universal Divine Power' suddenly became smooth. The parts that I couldn't grasp before were all easily resolved."

“It’s strange, but ordinary people’s internal martial arts skills can’t be mastered overnight. After experiencing ‘Heavenly Thunder Without Error,’ I feel that my cultivation has progressed incredibly fast. It seems that I wasted some effort every day when I was practicing martial arts since I was a child, and now I’m making up for all that effort…”

Xiang Yang said, and Zhao Wanyan listened. Seeing her focused expression, Xiang Yang suddenly felt something was amiss and said, “You don’t really need to hear about these trivial matters of martial arts cultivation. It’s better not to talk about them…” Zhao Wanyan gently shook her head and smiled, “No, I like to listen.” Xiang Yang scratched his head and laughed, “I’ve been gone for so long, and you’ve only talked about trivial things. You really deserve a beating.” Zhao Wanyan said softly, “If it weren’t for Miss Yang bringing me here, I wouldn’t have heard you speak. Whatever you say, what’s so trivial?”

After the great battle, Madam Shi led the women back to Jin Guo Zhuang and did not stay in the capital. Yang Xiaojuan rode alone, returning to the village first to inform Zhao Wanyan that Xiang Yang had arrived in the capital. She then brought her to the capital to prevent Xiang Yang from being hindered by the injuries of the others and thus suffering the pain of separation. Xiang Yang felt both grateful and apologetic at Yang Xiaojuan's intentions, but since he was already in love with Zhao Wanyan, he would not entertain any other thoughts. He could only silently wish that Yang Xiaojuan's heart would find its fulfillment and that she would find a good companion.

Zhao Wanyan seemed to sense his thoughts and smiled, "Brother Xiang, Miss Yang has helped you so much, how will you thank her?" Xiang Yang replied, "I really have no way to thank her." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "Such a pretty and lovely girl, and so good to you, won't you be tempted?" Xiang Yang's expression turned solemn, and he said, "Wanyan, don't think like that.

In my whole life, I will only treat you wholeheartedly. No matter how good other girls are, I won't have any unrealistic fantasies."

Zhao Wanyan's cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "I was just saying, don't be angry." Xiang Yang laughed, "What, there's no need to worry, what's there to be angry about?" As he spoke, he gently put his arm around Zhao Wanyan's waist and said, "But you, aren't you angry? I took it upon myself to disappear for so long..."

Zhao Wanyan lowered her head slightly and whispered, "I'm not angry, I'm just worried. I'm afraid that if your stubborn temper flares up, I don't know what you'll do. I want to go find you, but I don't know how." These days, I...I really...don't know how I've gotten through them."

Xiang Yang felt a jolt in his heart, gently stroking her cheek, and whispered, "Damn it! I've abandoned you for so long, I...I'm so sorry."

Zhao Wanyan blinked softly, her cherry lips slightly parted, leaning against Xiang Yang's body, letting out a soft sigh.

Xiang Yang brushed aside her long hair, and saw her face flushed, her shy gaze peeking at him, and she whispered, "Brother Xiang...you have to make it up to me." As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Wanyan immediately lowered her head, burying her face in Xiang Yang's chest.

Although the realm of "Heavenly Thunder Without Delusion" allowed Xiang Yang to remain calm and composed during his duel with Long Yuqing, such a high realm was utterly useless when flirting with his beloved. At this moment, Xiang Yang was filled with countless delusions, and the desire he had felt since parting with Zhao Wanyan erupted like a mountain torrent, uncontrollable. The two tumbled onto the bed, passionately caressing each other. Their clothes were quickly disheveled, the scent of sweat mingling with their intense passion, spreading like ink on rice paper.

Xiang Yang kissed Zhao Wanyan with ecstasy, simultaneously tugging at her clothes. When he opened her blouse and saw her full, round breasts, he immediately reached out to caress them, savoring the sensation. Zhao Wanyan trembled, softly murmuring, "Slow...slow down..." But the smooth, delicate feel of her breasts ignited a burning desire within Xiang Yang, and he pressed on, quickly removing Zhao Wanyan's clothes piece by piece.

Soon, Zhao Wanyan was completely naked, her beautiful and familiar body once again coming into view. Xiang Yang was indescribably excited, his lower body reacting intensely, his crotch bulging tightly. Zhao Wanyan blushed, covering her mouth and sighing, "Brother Xiang, you're still so...so..."

If it weren't for Zhao Wanyan, would Xiang Yang be so excited? He smiled and pulled Zhao Wanyan's hand to him, saying, "Wanyan, come here." Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded. She slowly took off Xiang Yang's clothes, revealing his imposing member. Her delicate hands gently caressed it, the tender feeling greatly stimulating his engorged glans. Xiang Yang's body trembled, and he almost ejaculated on the spot.

The two hadn't been intimate for too long, and their previous tenderness had already aroused their desires. Now, with their skin touching and their passion raging, how could they possibly restrain themselves? Xiang Yang pressed Zhao Wanyan down on the bed, burying his face between her breasts and kissing them repeatedly. He cupped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them back and forth. Zhao Wanyan moaned a few times, trying to push him away, but she had no strength. She feigned resistance, letting him taste her beautiful breasts, which made her sweat profusely. She shyly moaned softly, and

as Xiang Yang deliberately pressed down on her snow-white breasts, her nipples slowly hardened. Zhao Wanyan also began to pant, and the room echoed with her intoxicating moans. Her breathing became more rapid, and her voice became more indistinct. Under Xiang Yang's urging, the pale pink tips of her breasts suddenly trembled, and pure white milk welled up on her nipples, swelling into a round, plump droplet.

The milk continued to flow, and the droplet was so full that it flowed down her soft breasts. What started as a trickle of milk began to flow profusely under Xiang Yang's vigorous caresses. Thick and sticky, it soaked Zhao Wanyan's fair breasts, making them look like two melting snowballs. Xiang Yang deliberately kneaded them, laughing, "Wanyan, haven't you been breastfeeding the little one lately?"

Zhao Wanyan cried out in embarrassment, "Brother Xiang, don't knead..." Xiang Yang, however, was incredibly excited, kneading her breasts even more until they were dripping wet, enjoying her unique physique and maximizing its aphrodisiac effect.

As expected, the more Zhao Wanyan's milk flowed, the more alluring and beautiful she became. Her face turned as red as an apple, and her crotch overflowed with love juice, leaving her completely soaked, as if she had just been pulled from the water.

Xiang Yang had turned her into a water sprite before lifting her left leg high, turning her body to one side, her legs wide open, allowing him to admire his lover's private parts, and reaching out to touch her swollen clitoris. Zhao Wanyan trembled immediately, moaning softly, "No..."

Looking at her soaking wet and delicate appearance, Xiang Yang was already impatient to relive the taste of Zhao Wanyan's beautiful body. Hearing Zhao Wanyan say "No," how could Xiang Yang refuse? Without a word, his penis thrust straight into her jade gate, penetrating between her two tender red lips.

Zhao Wanyan cried out "Ah!" Her back arched, all her muscles tensed, and her tender flesh contracted tightly, gripping the longed-for giant rod. Xiang Yang slowly thrust a few times, and Zhao Wanyan cried out "uh, ah" a few times, her eyes welling up with excitement. As Xiang Yang's thrusts became more rapid, Zhao Wanyan's cries became even more ecstatic, almost incoherent.

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