[Fantasy] The Song of the Six Dynasties (Complete) - 29

Episode 10, Lin'an Chapter

Synopsis:

The Birdman is back? Cheng Zongyang reluctantly ventures into the depths of Yuntao Temple, only to encounter some monster!

The Black Demon Sea's secret plot is easily cracked by Yue Birdman? Is there a spy from the Persian Merchant Guild lurking among Master Cheng's ranks?

Where is Li Shishi?

The Panjiang Cheng family's ingenious framework earns everyone's secret praise; the shareholders' meeting proceeds smoothly.

Amidst the glory, Cheng Zongyang is burdened with unspoken worries…

Finally, he's about to depart for Taiquan… wait, what's missing? "Taiquan Xiong Valley, 1475"? What does that mean?

Chapter 1:

Yuntao Temple in the twilight is solemn and silent. The temple is spotless, clearly regularly cleaned, but there's not a soul in sight, nor any chanting; it's as quiet as if it were deserted.

Cheng Zongyang follows Chen Lin through numerous courtyards to a small hall at the back of the temple. Chen Lin walked to the back of the statue of the Fire Virtue True Lord in the hall, and with a push, an inconspicuous small door slid open in the wall. He bowed and said, "Please, young master."

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "Aren't there five hundred axemen lying in ambush behind this?"

Chen Lin seemed not to hear his joke, and simply walked through the small door, standing respectfully to the side.

Cheng Zongyang steeled himself and stepped inside. Chen Lin pressed a button on the side of the door, and the small door closed as before.

The moment the door slammed shut, the gentle breeze under the setting sun and the calls of returning birds were shut out behind him. An invisible pressure came from all around, as if he were in a transparent glass bottle, and even the air seemed to solidify.

Cheng Zongyang looked up and saw a passageway between two high walls. It was less than five feet wide, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, but the walls were more than two zhang high. Looking up, he could only see a sliver of sky between the two walls. The narrow passageway twisted and turned, stretching into who-knows-where. Walking in the passageway, he felt as if he had become tiny.

Chen Lin, bowing low, silently led the way. From the outside, this appeared to be the end of Yuntao Temple; if Cheng Zongyang hadn't been there, he would never have imagined there was another path beyond.

After a short while, they were nearing the screen-like cliff face of Nanping Mountain. At the end of the path, a flight of steps appeared, jutting straight into the rock face like a sword. The cliff face was covered with tangled vines, and large trees growing from the rocks resembled writhing dragons, completely obscuring the cliff. But even with Cheng Zongyang's keen eyesight, he could still see the whitish rock through the branches and leaves—there was clearly no path at the end of the steps.

Chen Lin stood before the rock face, bowed, and said, "Please come in, young master."

Then he stepped forward.

Cheng Zongyang's eyes widened as he watched Chen Lin's figure pass through the rocks without hindrance, then gradually blur as if immersed in water.

Cheng Zongyang stared at the rock face for a full minute before taking a step forward.

The hard stone wall vanished like a phantom, and then suddenly the view opened up, revealing a vast expanse. Cheng Zongyang looked up, astonished by the enormous space before him. What appeared to be a seamless mountain from the outside contained a vase-shaped cave leading directly to the summit.

The entire cave was shaped like a treasure bottle, as if carved vertically from the mountain, with only a narrow opening in the outer wall. Inside the cave, two three-story pavilions were connected, built directly onto the steep rock face, with flying eaves, winding corridors, and arched bridges—a display of unparalleled opulence.

Even though Cheng Zongyang was a novice in magic, he now understood that the entire pavilion, along with the cave, had been magically concealed. Judging from the sensation upon entering the passageway, not only light but also sound was completely blocked.

Making a residence so secretive seemed unlike the style of an imperial family. Considering what Chen Lin had just said, Cheng Zongyang was absolutely certain that this was the work of Yue Niaoren.

He hadn't expected this rascal to be hiding right under the nose of the Song Emperor in Lin'an; he certainly had the audacity. However, given Yue Niaoren's domineering and tyrannical nature, the fact that he resorted to such a clumsy method of faking his death to hide himself raises serious questions. What enemies had he offended

? If it really was Yue Niaoren, why would that watch dealer appear at this time? And why didn't Empress Liu give any prior warning?

Cheng Zongyang grew increasingly puzzled. Logically, Yue Niaoren, as his adoptive father-in-law, wouldn't have any malicious intent in appearing now. But judging from Yue Niaoren's past actions, this guy didn't seem to be very reasonable. If his benevolent fatherly nature suddenly awakened, and he insisted on seeking justice for Yue Shuang, then with a "snap," he'd leave Cheng Zongyang to work in the palace—where would he go to seek justice?

The four exquisitely carved palace doors were wide open. Chen Lin rolled up the gauze curtain to keep out mosquitoes and swept the threshold with a whisk. Cheng Zongyang took a deep breath, then straightened his back and entered.

The two followed the stairs, soon reaching the top of the pavilion. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the branches at the entrance, bathing the building in a golden light. The West Lake shimmered in the distance, its emerald lotus leaves swaying in the breeze. Though nestled in the mountains, the scenery was breathtaking, surpassing even the Cuiwei Garden in grandeur. Even Cheng Zongyang, though apprehensive, couldn't help but feel captivated.

The rooftop of the front building featured vermilion railings, forming a viewing platform. Behind the platform, a covered bridge connected to the main gate of the rear building, resembling a rainbow.

Chen Lin stopped outside the bridge and said in a high-pitched voice, "This servant will wait outside. Please come in, young master."

Cheng Zongyang, sweating profusely, steeled himself and stepped onto the covered bridge.

Stepping through the gate, the light dimmed slightly, and a faint scent of perfume filled the air. A tall, elegant woman stood beside the stairs. She wore a short, tight black leather coat that barely reached her thighs, the glossy leather clinging to her rounded hips. On her legs were knee-high high-heeled boots, revealing her snow-white arms and thighs. Her long hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and a long sword was slung over her shoulder. However, she wore a white mask, revealing only two dark eyes, obscuring her true face.

The woman's gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed on Cheng Zongyang before silently looking away.

Cheng Zongyang looked at her puzzledly, wondering why a female guard had suddenly appeared beside Yue Niaoren.

Suddenly, a scream came from inside the pavilion, followed by a woman stumbling out. Her hair was disheveled, her expression terrified, and her once alluring face had turned deathly pale as if frightened by something extremely terrifying.

The woman had peach-blossom cheeks and a seductive figure. Upon seeing Cheng Zongyang in her panic, her eyes lit up with joy, as if she had grasped a lifeline. It was Madam Liang, Huang Shi.

Cheng Zongyang was stunned. How could she be here? Li Shishi, Zhuo Yunjun, Ruan Xiangning, and now Madam Liang—what was Yue Niaoren up to? Had this father had a change of heart and decided to stand up for Yue Shuang and deal with them all?

As Madam Liang stumbled out, the masked woman's dark eyes flickered slightly, giving her a cold glance, but she didn't move.

Immediately afterward, a piercing, strange noise came from inside the pavilion, and a dark, jagged object darted out with a series of clicks. It was a three-foot-tall iron monster with a rectangular head painted with two bizarre eyes. Its torso was a horizontal cast iron cylinder, and its legs were a few crudely made folding iron frames. It hopped like a frog, and its two branch-like arms were abnormally long and thin, with hands that resembled movable claws like a crab.

"What the hell is this thing?" was the first thought in Cheng Zongyang's mind. This thing was clearly a handmade machine, but the craftsmanship was incredibly poor. To call such a piece of junk a robot was an insult to robots—if one had to make a comparison, this thing was a hybrid of a dog's head, a pig's body, frog legs, mantis arms, and crab claws.

The thing bounced around with a loud cracking sound, like a wind-up toy that could break at any moment, yet it moved incredibly fast. With two leaps, it caught up with the fleeing Madam Liang. Then, its segmented arm swung upwards, gripping Madam Liang's neck, while its other claw-like hand slashed downwards, tearing open Madam Liang's dress from the back of her neck to her buttocks with a "ripping" sound, revealing a pale, fleshy body beneath.

Madam Liang's eyes widened in terror as she gripped the monster's hard forelimbs, struggling in vain. The monster's grip on her neck constricted her, her body arching backward, unable to utter a sound or even breathe properly. She didn't care that her torn dress had slipped down, revealing her naked body. The

iron monster, clinging to Madam Liang's neck, stood upright, its folded legs hopping and leaping, seemingly trying to climb onto her. Only then did Cheng Zongyang notice a dark, stick-like appendage attached to the lower end of its cylindrical body, bobbing and thrusting towards Madam Liang's buttocks. However, its design was utterly illogical; Madam Liang wasn't particularly tall, yet even upright, the monster only reached her buttocks, no matter how it jumped, it was far too short.

Seeing Madam Liang's face turning blue from the constriction, Cheng Zongyang didn't hesitate, grabbing the monster's forelimb and twisting it forcefully.

A strange force emanated from the monster's forelimb—a combination of pure mechanical strength and hardness, along with a peculiar elasticity. With Cheng Zongyang's current strength, even a full-force pull could straighten an iron hook, but the monster's forelimb twisted slightly, avoiding physical damage while being pulled away.

A red light flashed in the iron monster's eyes, as if recognizing the creature before it. Then it opened its iron pincers and menacingly lunged at Cheng Zongyang. Of course, Cheng Zongyang wouldn't risk his flesh against metal. With a flick of his wrist, one of the monster's forelimbs snapped off, falling to the carpet with a thud and rolling a few times.

Cheng Zongyang raised his coral dagger. "Come on!"

he said, while focusing seventy percent of his attention on the female guard behind him.

Madam Liang, a purplish-blue mark on her neck, knelt between the torn clothes, her hands clutching Cheng Zongyang's hem, trembling.

The iron monster, missing a forelimb, was even more fragile than before. It twisted and turned twice before collapsing to the ground. Then, a strange sound emanated from the cylindrical structure that served as its torso—"Alarm! Alarm!"

A sudden roar erupted from within the pavilion, like a howling lion, shaking the entire building.

Cheng Zongyang gripped his dagger, his eyes fixed on the pavilion door. Amidst the roar, a small white dog, no bigger than a rabbit, leaped out, its tail held high like a flagpole, barking wildly at the intruder. But after only two barks, the little white dog recognized the man before it. Its barks instantly turned into whimpers. It glared at Cheng Zongyang with a fierce but weak expression, its tail drooping sheepishly as it retreated, barking as it went, before plunging headfirst into the pavilion. Moments later, the little white dog leaped out again, biting the monster's hind leg and dragging the iron contraption back into the pavilion with all its might.

Cheng Zongyang's mouth gaped open, wide enough to fit a fist, before he finally yelled, "You brat! What kind of rubbish have you made?!"...

"This kind of trash wasn't made by anyone."

Xiao Zi, holding Xue Xue in one arm, sat curled up on the brocade couch, pouting in dissatisfaction.

Cheng Zongyang stared at Xiao Zi with almost greedy eyes. After not seeing her for several months, Xiao Zi had not only regained her former complexion but was even more radiant. She was like a perfect crystal, radiating a crystal-clear luster. Her delicate and beautiful eyes were incredibly lively, sparkling brightly with every glance.

However, Cheng Zongyang's face quickly darkened. "What happened?"

Xiao Zi raised the corners of her lips. "You can ask her."

Xiao Zi raised her jade toes, and the noblewoman, who was kneeling by the couch licking Xiao Zi's toes, trembled slightly. A trace of saliva spilled from the corner of her lips. She stuck out her fragrant tongue and carefully sucked clean Xiao Zi's tender white toes, then raised her face, revealing a still charming face.

The Empress Dowager of Song, now like a servant, obediently knelt at Xiao Zi's feet, her eyes filled with admiration and anticipation.

"For over ten years, I've thought of you day and night, hoping only to see you again, my master,"

the noblewoman almost wept with joy, "and now it's finally here..."

Cheng Zongyang, half embarrassed and half puzzled, chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Isn't it me?"

"Young master is a gentleman of propriety,"

she said with a hint of resentment, "but my master has never been a law-abiding, honest man."

Liu E nestled like a cat at Xiao Zi's feet, her eyes alluring, and said, "When I saw Mother Zi, I knew she was the true master."

Cheng Zongyang felt like he'd stumbled into a den of ashes, his nose covered in grime, and he involuntarily rubbed it.

Xiao Zi's bright eyes swept over him, and she softly uttered three words: "You big idiot."

"Hey, give me some space!"

Cheng Zongyang sat down next to Xiao Zi, his arm unceremoniously around her waist. Xiao Zi didn't push him away, but instead nestled comfortably in his arms, sniffing his scent. Xue Xue, nestled in her arms, glared at Cheng Zongyang with wide eyes, making threatening growls.

Cheng Zongyang checked Xiao Zi's meridians and finally felt relieved. The Blood Burning Technique that had been draining her life essence had indeed healed. He had been worried that collecting so many Yin spirits might have damaged her body, but it seemed fine now. Cheng Zongyang flicked Xue Xue's forehead with his finger

, "What are you yelling about! If you yell again, I'll make soup with you!" Xue Xue whimpered and snuggled into

her mistress's arms, feeling wronged.

Having dealt with this little rascal, Cheng Zongyang turned around and choked on his breath. Empress Dowager Liu was still kneeling before the bed, a female guard in a black leather jacket and white mask now standing beside her, stripping her clothes off piece by piece.

The female guard's movements were simple yet somewhat rough, but Liu E showed no displeasure. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling, exuding an indescribable softness and allure.

Before long, the Empress Dowager, who had been dressed in splendid robes, was stripped naked, even her undergarments torn away. Her head was adorned with jewels, the phoenix hairpin in her hair gleaming with opulent splendor, yet she lay naked before the couch, her bare, white flesh like a lamb.

Xiao Zi stretched out her jade-like foot and used her toes to lift the beautiful woman's chin. Empress Dowager Liu raised her head, her body trembling slightly from the exposure. Her gaze lowered, a hint of shyness showing in the corners of her crow's feet.

Seeing the Empress Dowager Liu's embarrassed blush, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but feel awkward. After all, she was the most noble woman in the Song Kingdom, and had once been his father-in-law's woman. She was old enough to be his concubine. To expose her body to two juniors like this was an excessive humiliation. As for that birdman surnamed Yue… whether his soul is tormented in hell or wandering in the sewers, he would probably feel deeply uneasy.

He coughed and said in a low voice, “Don’t be silly.”

Xiao Zi rolled her eyes at him and then curled her fingers.

The black-clad female guard next to him grabbed Liu E’s hair and pulled her upright. A flash of white light appeared before his eyes, revealing Empress Dowager Liu’s naked breasts. Her breasts were slightly sagging, the flesh soft, but the full shape still showed her former alluring charm.

While teasing Xue Xue, Xiao Zi smiled and said to Cheng Zongyang, “I thought she was all old and frail, but she’s still very fair-skinned.”

Although Liu E was past her prime, she was very well-maintained. A few wrinkles on her fair skin gave her a mature charm that a young girl lacked. However, the thought that she was his cheap father-in-law’s woman still made Cheng Zongyang feel a little uneasy.

Cheng Zongyang changed the subject, "Alright, we haven't seen each other for so long, let's get down to business."

Xiao Zi said, "She's the Empress Dowager of Song, and you're ignoring her completely naked right now, how embarrassing! Boss Cheng, give us your opinion."

Cheng Zongyang replied perfunctorily, "She's alright."

Xiao Zi blinked, "What's alright about her?"

"Her skin is very good."

Xiao Zi pouted, picked up Xuexue, and said, "You big dummy won't look, but you can look."

The female guard in black grabbed Liu E's hair, kneading her white breasts forcefully with one hand, occasionally pinching and pulling her nipples upwards. Empress Dowager Liu frowned, letting out a few low cries of pain. Her soft breasts swayed and deformed, her nipples visibly swelling, hardening and erect on her chest, soon turning purple and swollen like ripe grapes.

"Slap! Slap!"

The air vibrated with crisp fleshy sounds as the female guard in black opened her palms and slapped Empress Dowager Liu's breasts until they were red, the slightly loose skin taut. Then she pushed her to the ground, pressing down on her back with one hand and spreading her knees with the other, positioning her in a prone position with her buttocks raised. The whole process was clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement. Almost in the blink of an eye, Empress Dowager Liu was pinned down, her upper body pressed against the carpet, her white buttocks raised high, exposed to the two men like an exhibition.

Empress Dowager Liu lay panting on the ground, her knees spread apart, her waist pressed low, her plump, white buttocks raised high, her cleft parted, revealing her snowy buttocks and jade-like vulva from behind. Empress Dowager Liu's white buttocks hadn't lost their luster with age; instead, they had become incredibly soft. Her lower body was slightly relaxed, and now, in this position with her legs spread and buttocks raised, her genitals parted, her mature vulva resembling a lotus petal nestled between her thighs, the edges of her labia very dark, while the inside was a vibrant red.

Little Purple, like teaching a baby to babble, said to Xuexue, "Peony—"

The little dead dog nodded earnestly, then glanced contemptuously at Cheng Zongyang, its smug look making Cheng Zongyang want to slap it.

Xiao Zi then instructed, "Peony Dripping Water—"

Xuexue craned her neck and saw the female guard's hands, clad in black leather gloves, gripping Empress Dowager Liu's pink buttocks. Her index and middle fingers hooked around the edges of her labia, spreading them apart to completely expose a small opening, no bigger than a fingertip. Then, she joined two fingers together and inserted them into Liu'e's body, probing inside the noble Empress Dowager's genitals.

Liu'e's vulva was exposed, her red, moist flesh trembling slightly. The soft, slippery opening opened and closed repeatedly under the friction of the black leather. From behind, her expression was hidden; only her large, white buttocks trembled, filled with humiliation.

The Empress Dowager's embarrassed appearance made Cheng Zongyang's face flush. How could Liu'e, of such status, endure the humiliation of such a young girl? He whispered in Xiao Zi's ear, "Alright, stop playing around."

Xiao Zi curled her lips into a charming smile, "She's only happy when we play like this."

Just as she finished speaking, the black-clad female guard raised her hand and slapped Empress Liu hard on the buttocks. Liu E screamed, her vaginal opening trembled, and a slippery liquid gushed out, slipping through the black leather. Then her entire buttocks trembled slightly. (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can you possibly enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

The black-clad female guard slapped Liu E's buttocks hard, making a loud "smack" sound as she struck her white, fleshy bottom. She shouted, "You lowly servant! Let your mistress see your flower!"

"Ah... I understand..."

Liu E replied, reaching behind her to spread her buttocks apart, revealing her dripping vulva.

Cheng Zongyang felt a surge of lust rising from his lower abdomen and coughed involuntarily. "Alright."

The masked female guard said, "Reporting to the master, this lowly servant's fetish is exposing her private parts for others to see. The more people see, the happier she is."

As she spoke, she stretched out her finger and pressed it against the dark brown fleshy opening between the noblewoman's buttocks. "You lowly servant, what is this lowly hole?"

Empress Liu said in a soft, seductive tremor, "This is this lowly servant's shameful anus..."

"What a loose, shameful hole!"

the female guard shouted. "Squeeze tighter!"

she said, roughly shoving her finger into her anus.

Watching Empress Dowager Liu moan and thrust her hips, using her two orifices to manipulate the black-clad female guard's fingers, Cheng Zongyang finally understood. The noblewoman's trembling earlier wasn't due to embarrassment or nervousness, but rather excitement.

Cheng Zongyang shifted his gaze from Empress Dowager Liu to the black-clad female guard beside her. The female guard wore a mask, but her voice sounded somewhat familiar. As Cheng Zongyang examined her figure, he recalled a name, calling out, "Jingli?"

The Long Chen assassins who had infiltrated Jiangzhou that day had been wiped out, and one of the female assassins had fallen into Xiao Zi's hands. He hadn't expected her to become that dead girl's guard now.

The female guard withdrew her finger, and a stream of lustful fluid flowed from her orifice with a "pop." She curtsied and said, "This servant greets Master."

"Is that Poppy Girl outside?"

Cheng Zongyang chuckled. "How did you subdue them?"

"It's simple,"

Xiao Zi said casually. "They refused to stay at the Water Fragrance Pavilion, so they voluntarily offered their souls to them as servants."

Soul-seizing witchcraft is extremely harmful to one's karma and has always been viewed with hostility by major sects. The Netherworld Sect and the Black Demon Sea Witch Sect are both masters of this art, but Old Man Zhu, as a successor of the Poison Sect, while having a deep affection for the Witch Sect's teachings, had questionable skill in practice.

However, all of this became history after the Battle of Xuanwu Lake. The Dead Girl had obtained all the secrets of the Netherworld Sect from Gu Mingyin, making it easy for her to concoct several "voluntarily" offered souls. Cheng Zongyang thought maliciously: Perhaps it was just luck that Jing Li and Poppy Girl ended up under the Dead Girl's control.

Suddenly, a rustling sound reached his ears. Cheng Zongyang looked down and saw a strange object crawling out from beside his feet. It was over a foot long, pure white, and its ring-shaped body was carved from segments of ivory. It was thicker at the front and thinner at the back, with its tail pointing upwards. It resembled a large scorpion, but had no legs; it moved forward by arching its body, surprisingly quickly.

The ivory scorpion crawled to Liu E's buttocks, raised its head, turned once, and then, with a "click," its tail tip touched the ground, springing upwards and landing on her buttocks. The smooth ivory scorpion had no tentacles, and Cheng Zongyang had assumed it would fall to the ground upon touching Liu E's buttocks. However, the scorpion's body tightened, clinging to her. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a row of tiny, suction-cup-like objects at the seams of its body, tightly gripping Liu E's buttocks.

Liu E's soft labia rippled as if being washed by a jet of water, and the ivory scorpion's wriggling body burrowed into her vagina. Then, its thick, round head pressed against the entrance of her vagina, squeezing in segment by segment. The red flesh of her vaginal opening bulged under the white scorpion's body, and drops of vaginal fluid dripped down.

Suddenly, Liu E let out a scream as the scorpion's body whirled around inside her. A blush rose on Liu E's cheeks as the segmented scorpion's body twisted and turned inside her, bringing out wave after wave of vaginal fluid. Then, the scorpion's tail curved down and accurately squeezed into her soft anus.

Cheng Zongyang stared in disbelief, and after a long while, he grabbed Xiao Zi's arm. "What are you doing? A monster? Sorcery?"

This time, Xue Xue rolled her eyes at him, looking down on him as a country bumpkin.

Xiao Zi didn't speak, but her eyes only lit up slightly.

Jing Li immediately said, "You lowly servant! Your mistress is already tired of seeing you. She's making you go outside and expose yourself!"

Liu E's hair was disheveled, her body weak, and she was pulled by the hair by Jing Li, stumbling and crawling outside the palace.

After the two left, Xiao Zi scolded, "You big dummy! Didn't you see anything different about me?"

"Really?"

Cheng Zongyang looked at her in surprise.

"Here!"

Xiao Zi pointed to her arm, and Cheng Zongyang noticed that her coral bracelet had been transformed into a small purple snake, coiled on her snow-white arm.

With a flick of her arm, Xiao Zi sent the purple snake crashing onto the couch. With a "crash," the snake's body disintegrated into a pile of tiny parts. The exterior appeared intact, but inside were countless gears, springs, mechanisms, and other components of all kinds... some smaller than mung beans, others no bigger than a fingertip, each one exquisitely crafted.

Cheng Zongyang picked up an item and held it up to the light, saying, "Did you learn this from an alarm clock? It's completely different! And it doesn't have artificial intelligence, how could it be controlled?"

"You big idiot, do you even know what possession is?"

"If you keep calling me that, you'll really make me stupid!"

Cheng Zongyang said, "Of course I know about possession, isn't that what the Dulu Nandan Demon Bell does?"

"Souls and demonic energy need to possess a living thing to function, and the conditions for possession are very strict, and the time is very short. If it lasts too long, it will be devoured by the yang energy of the living thing and dissipate. An alarm clock, when wound up, can run on its own, but it has no consciousness. What if you made a device that could operate on its own, controlled by a soul?"

"Impossible!"

Cheng Zongyang said, "No matter how ingenious an alarm clock is, it's still an inanimate object. Where would you put a soul? Besides, there's no winding mechanism inside!"

"Boss Cheng, you're so clever!"

Xiao Zi smiled and picked out a piece of emerald green jade with her fingertip. "It has Dragon Eye Jade."

The second

Cheng Zongyang carefully examined the scattered coral purple snake. Although this thing was much more complex than an alarm clock, the principle was the same: as long as there was enough power and an intelligent entity to control it, it could operate. Under Xiao Zi's modification, Dragon Eye Jade replaced the power source, and a demon soul was incorporated into it. Although the demon soul could not directly drive the coral purple snake, it could indirectly control it by controlling the power source of the Dragon Eye Jade.

This method was not uncommon. When Cheng Zongyang chatted with Kuang Zhongyu and others, he heard that some sorcerers in the Six Dynasties were good at making soul weapons, but most of those soul weapons were made by cultivating souls on swords and blades to give the weapons additional magical effects.

Xiao Zi, however, started with the weapon itself and made it complex enough. Ordinary soul weapons need to be nourished for many years, at least ten years, and sometimes several decades or even hundreds of years, before they can take effect. Xiao Zi's method was that the weapon itself could operate, and only a yin soul was needed to control it.

The logic behind it wasn't hard to guess, but to make something ten times more sophisticated than an alarm clock, Cheng Zongyang didn't know if anyone else in the world besides that brat possessed such ability—he himself had probably seen the most automated equipment in the Six Dynasties, yet he couldn't even make a clock that could spin, let alone those sorcerers who had never even seen automated equipment before.

The coral purple snake in front of him was only half a foot long and as thick as a thumb, yet it contained hundreds of parts. He really didn't know how that brat had made it.

Cheng Zongyang picked up a gear the size of a soybean, "How long did it take you to make this gear?"

"About a day."

"Don't tell me you made all these parts yourself! With so many parts, you couldn't finish making them in a lifetime."

"You big dummy,"

Little Purple said, "I made a few files that were pulled by gears, put in a spirit, then put in a blank, and let it grind itself."

Cheng Zongyang slammed his head on the armrest. That brat had even made an automated production line. No wonder she had to go to the Song army's wounded soldiers' camp to collect souls; at her consumption rate, a hundred or two hundred wouldn't be enough.

"How many people would this kill..."

Xiao Zi said dismissively, "They're all going to die anyway. Their souls will dissipate even if we don't collect them, so I might as well use them."

He could never argue with that brat's twisted logic. Cheng Zongyang pondered, since he could make an automatic file for grinding gears, what about an automatic cement grinder? Once it could replace manual labor, Jiangzhou's cement production would definitely skyrocket. However, Cheng Zongyang immediately abandoned this idea. The problem lay in the power source. He didn't even know how to generate electricity; the only energy source he could rely on was the Dragon Eye Jade infused with magic. Even if he were willing to use the Dragon Eye Jade to grind cement, he would need to be able to afford a mage willing to use magic to grind cement.

But from another perspective, the Yangtze River's water resources were an idea, although the efficiency was lower, at least it was free. It seemed necessary to build a few watermills next to the cement kilns.

Cheng Zongyang put down the gears, and the pile of scattered parts "whooshed" together, merging into a small purple coral snake, which snaked back onto Xiao Zi's arm.

Xiao Zi is still very young, and judging purely by her cultivation level, it's unknown when she'll reach level five. Meanwhile, her opponents are growing stronger, and her safety will become a major concern if she encounters a powerful foe. Now, she's taken a different approach, combining mechanics and magic, essentially creating a magical pouch filled with countless treasures.

Looking at Xiao Zi's charming smile, Cheng Zongyang sighed, "I used to think you were joking about using soul magic to replace artificial intelligence, but I never expected you to actually do it."

Then he suddenly cheered, "Come give me a kiss!"

Xue Xue angrily waved her little paws and pounced, but Cheng Zongyang grabbed her ear and threw her aside.

Kissing Xiao Zi's lips, Cheng Zongyang felt as if his mind was immersed in the wonderful sensation. These past few months haven't been like living the life of a monk; there's the beloved Xiao Zi, Gui'er, Madam Liang, not to mention Ruan Xianglin and Ning Yuji.

But even in the most blissful nights with such warm and soft embraces, what he felt most was loneliness. Without Xiao Zi, even time seemed incomplete. No matter his joys or sorrows, there was no one to share them with; even emptiness felt lonely.

After a long while, Cheng Zongyang released his mouth and sighed in Xiao Zi's ear, "It's so good that we're connected; we'll never be separated, no matter where we go."

"Okay,"

Xiao Zi chuckled, "If you ever dare to betray me, I'll take your soul and put it here."

"Hey, that's too much!"

"Relax,"

Xiao Zi said, "I haven't even used it yet, how could I bear to take your soul?"

Cheng Zongyang grinned mischievously, "If you want to use it, it's simple. I happen to have some time right now."

Xiao Zi leaned against the couch, one hand supporting her cheek, her beautiful eyes blinking slightly as she gave a flirtatious look, and then beckoned with her finger, "Boss Cheng, come on..."

Cheng Zongyang warned, "If you keep fiddling with things like that, be careful not to go off-topic—"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced on her.

Xiao Zi slid off the couch like a fish, and just then, a few low coughs suddenly came from beside her ear. The cough seemed to emanate from a rusty iron coffin, carrying an empty echo. Upon closer listening, it was incredibly close, like a ghost coughing laboriously beside him.

Cheng Zongyang's hair stood on end. He swiftly shielded Xiao Zi behind him, then with a flick of his wrist, his coral dagger flashed, slicing open a screen in the corner.

The wooden screen broke silently, revealing a dark room about ten feet deep behind it. The room was empty, except for a dozen or so bronze pomegranate blossoms embedded in the walls; the sound was coming from one of them.

Cheng Zongyang paused for a moment before realizing that the bronze pomegranate blossoms were actually speakers installed within the walls. Curious, he walked over and saw a floor plan of two pavilions drawn on the wall, showing the location of the speakers. The one currently emitting sound was located in a secluded little pavilion in the front building.

"You brat, you didn't do this, did you?"

Cheng Zongyang knew these loudspeakers were installed when the building was first constructed, but for safety's sake, he still wanted to ask Xiao Zi first—who knew what other miracles that brat might pull.

Xiao Zi rolled her eyes at him and pushed aside a copper plate next to the loudspeakers. Behind the copper plate was a circular hole, emitting a faint glow. Cheng Zongyang leaned closer to look and saw a small mirror embedded inside, reflecting a tiny room and two figures.

Guo Huai lay on the ground, his hunched body resembling a withered tree branch. His clothing was torn open on his right shoulder, revealing a blackened wound beneath the shriveled skin. Beside him stood a man in a tall hat and wide belt, his imposing presence commanding respect—it was Shang Hou.

That day in Xiaoyingzhou, Guo Huai had been stabbed in the shoulder by Jian Yuji. Although Cheng Zongyang had done his best to treat him, it was a miracle Guo Huai had survived such a severe injury. At best, he would be able to walk on his own after recovery, without needing care; as for a full recovery, he dared not even dream of it.

Shang Hou lifted his robe, sat cross-legged, and immersed his hands in a copper basin before him, meticulously cleaning each finger. After a moment, he lifted his hands, shook them lightly, and then used a wad of silk soaked in the medicinal liquid to wipe away all the medicine around Guo Huai's wound.

Guo Huai glanced at Shang Hou with his cloudy eyes, then sighed and closed them. The wound on his shoulder was exposed, revealing contracted and deformed muscles. Marquis Shang examined the wound carefully for a moment, then inserted his finger into it. Guo Huai's cough suddenly intensified, as if he were about to cough up his shattered lungs.

Marquis Shang examined Guo Huai's injury expressionlessly. From the angle and size of the wound to the traces of muscle damage, he scrutinized every detail. Guo Huai's eyes were tightly closed, his coughs varying in intensity. Marquis Shang's movements, however, were unhurried; he spent a quarter of an hour examining the wound alone, and it seemed that the entire examination would take at least half an hour.

Cheng Zongyang left the peephole. He had already realized that this peephole was actually a modified periscope, used to observe the situation inside the room through the refraction of a series of mirrors.

Xie Yi had mentioned that the Yue Bird people had once sent people to Da Qin to search for the technology to manufacture glass mirrors—it seemed they hadn't found the technology, and these small mirrors they acquired were being used by the Yue Bird people here.

"Why is that old man here instead of making his fortune in Jiangzhou?"

"Here for a shareholders' meeting."

"Is this a meeting?"

A muffled groan suddenly came from beside him. Cheng Zongyang turned his head and saw that Shang Hou had reopened Guo Huai's already healed wound, causing blood to gush out. Cheng Zongyang gasped, "That old man is too ruthless! Guo Gonggong's wound had finally healed."

Xiao Zi said, "How can we know who stabbed him if we don't reopen the wound?"

Cheng Zongyang turned to look at Xiao Zi, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Zi sighed at his intelligence, "In a few months it will be the 20th anniversary of the Black Demon Sea's grand ceremony. The Poison Sect only has Old Man Shang to hold its own, and the Witch Sect isn't much better off. Right now, the only one they can offer is Jian Yuji. It's rare to see her in action. How can we miss such a good opportunity to observe her moves and swordsmanship up close?"

Only then did Cheng Zongyang understand why Guo Huai had been brought along. It turned out that Shang Hou had obtained information about Jian Yuji from him. For an old man like Shang Laotou, with his keen eyesight and keen wariness, listening to Guo Huai's account was far less reliable and informative than directly examining the wounds.

"Where's Lu Wu Ge?"

"He went to look for someone."

Cheng Zongyang's heart skipped a beat. Lu Jing running to Lin'an to look for someone meant only one thing: Yue Niaoren's missing daughter.

"Any news?"

"Who knows?"

Suddenly, Xiao Zi handed him a purse. "Here."

Cheng Zongyang took the purse. "Where did the money come from?"

"Xiao Zi earned it."

"Earned it?"

Cheng Zongyang said suspiciously, "I heard you spend money like water in Jiangzhou, even ripping this old man out of his pocket. How can you earn money?"

He weighed the purse. "Silver coins? There seem to be forty or fifty."

"Fifty silver coins in total."

Xiao Zi clapped her hands and sighed dramatically. "I gave you all the pocket money I just earned."

Cheng Zongyang racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what the brat was up to. Right now, his biggest worry was Li Shishi. That girl's personality was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, unlike Zhuo the bitch and the others. If she ran into Xiao Zi, she would be like an egg hitting a rock. However, showing concern for Li Shishi in front of Xiao Zi was obviously not a good idea.

Cheng Zongyang casually looked through each peephole one by one, but still couldn't see Li Shishi. Finally, he opened the third peephole on the left. His first glance confirmed that Li Shishi wasn't in the room before he felt slightly relieved. It seemed that Li Shishi really wasn't here.

A spacious bedroom was reflected in the peephole. Several women stood in the room: Ning Yu Ji Ruan Xiang Ning, Zhuo Yun Jun, and a black-clad servant with a slender waist, long legs, and full breasts and buttocks.

Cheng Zongyang asked in surprise, "You hired another guard?"

Although he could see the bedroom in the mirror, he couldn't hear any sound. Cheng Zongyang looked at the speaker, took out the sound-blocking plug inside, and immediately a crisp "snap" sound came out.

The servant, wielding a long whip, lashed out in the air with a cruel glint in her eyes: "My name is Madam Snake, you lowly servant! Have you heard of me?"

Ruan Xiangning trembled, "I am not a member of the martial world..."

"Then I will tell you,"

Madam Snake said, "My original surname was She. Because I am ruthless towards my enemies, I am known as Madam Snake in the martial world. Although I am now a servant of Madam, I have not abandoned my methods of torture. Do you want to try?"

Ruan Xiangning was filled with fear and timidly said, "I dare not..."

"Since you dare not, then tell me the truth!"

"I...I have already told you..." "What about

the fact that you are a slave of the Black Demon Sea Imperial Concubine?"

Ruan Xiangning almost cried, whispering, "I have forgotten..."

Madam Snake raised the whip and lashed it at the armchair beside her. Wood chips flew everywhere, leaving a whip mark about an inch deep.

"Ah!"

Ruan Xiangning cried out in surprise, covering her mouth.

Madam Snake said sternly, "If you don't speak, the next lash will be on your body!"

"This servant really doesn't remember—oh! No!"

Madam Snake raised her whip to strike, but a voice came from the other side, "Wait."

Madam Snake immediately put away her whip and obediently stepped aside.

"Perhaps she really doesn't remember,"

the girl said softly, "What if you hurt her?"

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "Yan'er is here too."

But Yan'er's next sentence made Cheng Zongyang's face darken, "Young Master likes this kind of old woman. If you hurt her, Young Master will definitely feel sorry for her."

Cheng Zongyang said with a dark face, "You guys are always ruining my reputation behind my back, aren't you?"

Xiao Zi counted on her fingers, "In the three months that Boss Cheng has been in Lin'an, excluding prostitutes, he has had the opportunity to sleep with five women, namely Liu E, Ruan Xiang..." Lin, Ruan Xiangning, Huang Yinglian, Li Shishi. Three of them have slept with Cheng: the Ruan sisters and Madam Liang, all married women, with an average age of thirty-three…”

Cheng Zongyang quickly covered her mouth, “Stop talking!”

Xiao Zi stomped on his foot, and Cheng Zongyang jumped away, clutching his foot, while arguing, “You can’t just look at the numbers! There’s a reason for all this! I also want to find a young girl, but all the young girls in Song are hiding at home! Except for shameless old men like Qin Huizhi, I can’t find one!”

“Isn’t there a young girl?”

Cheng Zongyang sighed, “To be honest, if she’s from a good family, I’ll definitely take responsibility.”

"You know perfectly well that Yun Ruyao alone has given me a huge headache, and I still haven't settled things. If I hadn't promised the little fox I'd find the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit for him, I would have flown over and brought Yun Ruyao here long ago. It doesn't matter if she's not a virgin; these women have families and know how to take care of themselves. To put it bluntly, it's purely a transaction of flesh and blood.

It's for convenience, not because I personally like this kind of thing. Actually, I'm quite philanthropic..."

Xiao Zi said with a smile, "You mean you're not going to care about this woman either?"

Cheng Zongyang was speechless for a moment. Ruan Xiangning was different from the others. Although she was a concubine of the Black Demon Sea, her memories had been erased. Now that her family was destroyed and she was being given to him like a gift, he really couldn't just abandon her.

"You want to keep her, but you also want to keep that Lin instructor,"

Xiao Zi curled her lips, "It'll be interesting when they meet in the future." "

This is another problem," Cheng Zongyang thought, but he had already considered it and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, Instructor Lin is in Jiangzhou. I'll just hide her in Lin'an and not let anyone know."

"You big idiot,"

Xiao Zi commented, then said, "See for yourself."

Cheng Zongyang looked through the peephole, and in a moment, the scene in the bedroom had changed, becoming incredibly erotic. Ruan Xiangning had removed her hairpins and clothes, her long hair pulled back, revealing her smooth, white flesh. Although there was a bed in the room, she was sitting naked on a round table, her arms twisted behind her back by the servant, Madam Snake. Her body was leaning back, her legs spread in an "M" shape, her snow-white buttocks touching the edge of the round table, revealing her smooth jade gate.

Ruan Xiangning had a deliberately seductive smile on her face, but her tense body revealed her nervousness. The hair on her genitals had already been removed, and her jade gate was like a peeled egg. Her skin was smooth, revealing a delicate crevice in the middle.

Zhuo Yunjun gracefully unbuttoned her Taoist robe, revealing her bare upper body, but a narrow leather panty between her legs, with a white pillar embedded in the center—an ivory-carved dildo. The dildo was exquisitely carved, with a swollen glans, a deep and narrow coronal sulcus, and veins protruding from the shaft, all lifelike and very familiar… Yan'er

said gently to Ruan Xiangning, “Just do it with Zhuo Nu properly, don’t be afraid, this one from Nanbang Kingdom is exactly the same as the young master’s, it feels very comfortable when inserted.” Cheng Zongyang

couldn’t help but look at his crotch, then said, “Hey, what are you doing?”

Xiao Zi smiled and said, “Making it look like you, so you won’t be jealous.”

“Hey, you brat, you’re not going to do it with all my women, are you?”

Xiao Zi blinked, “Is that not allowed?”

“It’s not that it’s not allowed. ” "

Cheng Zongyang compromised, "But it feels strange..."

Xiao Zi comforted him, "It's okay, you'll get used to it."

"Oh..."

A low, echoing cry came from the loudspeaker. Ruan Xiangning was held by the Snake Lady's knees, her bare jade feet forced up. Zhuo Yunjun stood between her legs, his dildo pressing straight against Ruan Xiangning's private parts, the thick, round glans teasing her vulva, squeezing it out of shape. However, Zhuo Yunjun only rubbed the dildo against her vulva, kneading her labia and clitoris back and forth, without penetrating her.

After a moment, Ruan Xiangning's lower body became wet, her honey hole glistening slightly.

Yan'er's voice said, "Twenty-seven seconds. Very good." Zhuo

Yunjun straightened her back, and the dildo forcefully penetrated Ruan Xiangning's body. The beautiful woman's toes tensed abruptly, and a hint of pain appeared on her face.

Zhuo Yunjun, naked, was undeniably alluring. She skillfully moved her hips, the white ivory dildo moving nimbly in and out of the young woman's vagina, pulling out a ring of tender red flesh from the entrance.

About five minutes later, Yan'er's voice asked, "How is it?"

Zhuo Yunjun shook her head.

Yan'er thought for a moment, "Use it." Zhuo

Yunjun pulled out the dildo, and the black-clad servant released Ruan Xiangning, then brought a jade bowl.

Ruan Xiangning frowned slightly and drank the thick medicinal liquid in the bowl. Before she finished drinking, Zhuo Yunjun grabbed her plump, snowy buttocks from behind and thrust the dildo into her wet, throbbing vagina, pumping vigorously.

This time, Ruan Xiangning's reaction was noticeably stronger, and soon a stream of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing down her thighs onto the table.

Ruan Xiangning's smooth body trembled under the ivory rod, both alluring and fragile. Such a weak woman, powerless to even kill a chicken, could be easily snapped at the neck by either Zhuo Yunjun or the servant beside her.

"You brat, is this the aphrodisiac you concocted, using her as a guinea pig?"

"Wrong,"

Xiao Zi said, "This is a palace recipe, a secret recipe from the Imperial Palace." "

The Imperial Palace?"

Cheng Zongyang didn't believe her nonsense, "What aphrodisiac would a group of widows use!" "

Xiao Zi smiled at Ruan Xiangning, "You'll find out soon enough."

It was clear the aphrodisiac was extremely potent; used on Ruan Xiangning, who had only recently lost her virginity, it quickly brought her to a climax in a state of confusion.

But the ivory phallus didn't stop, continuing to thrust inside her. Ruan Xiangning's cries echoed continuously, though her excited trembling now carried a hint of pleading.

When Ruan Xiangning reached her third climax, her cries abruptly ceased. Cheng Zongyang's eyes sharpened as he looked at Ruan Xiangning in the mirror, a look of bewilderment on her face. Her body stiffened and trembled for a moment before she turned back... Her head bobbed, her red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something. Then, she brandished a gleaming hairpin and swiftly thrust it towards Zhuo Yunjun's chest.

Ruan Xiangning knew nothing of martial arts, a fact she had confirmed countless times, yet her thrust was as fast as lightning, no less than that of an ordinary master. If she were the one riding on top of her, caught completely off guard, this thrust would be fatal, if not fatal. But Zhuo Yunjun, who was prepared, easily twisted her wrist.

Ruan Xiangning cried out in terror, "No!" "

But her body launched three consecutive attacks, each aimed at Zhuo Yunjun's groin, with tricky and vicious angles.

Cheng Zongyang broke out in a cold sweat. Ruan Xiangning was unfamiliar with martial arts and had her memories erased, so he subconsciously regarded her as a harmless existence. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the person sleeping next to him was a venomous snake that could devour him at any moment.

The three moves passed in the blink of an eye, and Ruan Xiangning's body trembled, went limp, and fainted as if her life had been burned out.

Yan'er said, "Wake her up."

Zhuo Yunjun placed a hand on the back of Ruan Xiangning's head, and with a slight exertion of force, woke her from her unconsciousness.

Yan'er's voice said, "Tell me your identity."

Ruan Xiangning became extremely weak and whispered, "Black Demon Sea Imperial Concubine, Ruan Xiangning..."

In the exquisite pavilion upstairs, Cheng Zongyang said with a grim face, "What happened?"

"You big idiot,"

Xiao Zi said, "Memories can't be erased. She can't remember because she was locked up." "

You mean someone placed a restriction on her mind?"

Xiao Zi said, "Jian Yu Ji wouldn't just give you a vessel for free; she'd definitely have secret techniques and poisons planted on her. When needed, a single command can control her to assassinate."

"How do you know her commands?"

"I don't know,"

Xiao Zi laughed, "but there's a way to break them." Cheng

Zongyang, recalling his earlier experience, finally found a clue, "An aphrodisiac?"

"You guessed right!"

Xiao Zi clapped her hands and laughed, "This aphrodisiac can completely confuse her. As long as the potency is strong enough, it can break all kinds of mind-altering spells."

Cheng Zongyang sighed, "How do you know all this?"

Xiao Zi's smile held a hint of cold mockery, "Of course, he left it behind."

The conversation between Yan'er and Ruan Xiangning continued to pass. Having been forcibly released from the restraints and regaining her memories, Ning Yuji's willpower plummeted to rock bottom, and she was extremely weak. She no longer concealed anything from Yan'er's questions.

More than ten years ago, the Black Demon Sea had planted Ruan Xiangning as a pawn in Lin'an, not just for Lin Chong, but primarily to infiltrate the palace. However, to Jian Yuji's surprise, no matter how ingenious the Black Demon Sea's schemes were, every time they touched the core of the Song Palace, the clues would immediately be cut off, and they would even be hunted down by the palace.

After repeated failures, Jian Yuji deduced that the imperial palace harbored at least one highly skilled magician. To avoid exposing Ruan Xiangning's identity, she abandoned her attempt to infiltrate the palace, which led to Ximen Qing's actions of seducing palace maids and kidnapping Princess Yuan.

However, the mystery is now revealed: the Song palace had no magician at all, only a recipe for an aphrodisiac left behind by Yue Niaoren. This aphrodisiac, used during the intoxication of climax, could neutralize any potential mind-altering spells. The advantage of this method is obvious: it requires no special abilities from the user; even Empress Liu E could use it skillfully, easily discerning whether someone was under a spell of mental stagnation. No wonder even with Jian Yuji's methods, she was helpless against the palace, ultimately resorting to the desperate measure of intercepting them mid-way.

The problem is that spells targeting the mind, like mental stagnation and mind-altering, could be neutralized by an aphrodisiac—it sounds utterly absurd.

Xiao Zi gently tapped above his navel, "Because there's an even more instinctive brain here."

"You're just kidding."

"Fine, don't believe me then."

Cheng Zongyang pondered for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "It was Meng Niang! Meng Niang told you! You've already helped her recover her memories, haven't you?"

"Only a little bit. The person who locked her memories is highly skilled,"

Xiao Zi spread her hands with a regretful expression, "and she also has a restriction on her body, so this method can't be used."

"Where's Meng Niang?"

Cheng Zongyang looked around, "You didn't leave her in Jiangzhou, did you?"

Xiao Zi clapped her hands lightly, and the black-clad servant, who was two floors away and far inside the secret room, and had no way of hearing the sound, responded to the sound, bowed to Yan'er, and then got up and left the secret room.

Cheng Zongyang asked, "You've taken all their souls?"

"Their souls are too dirty, I don't want them."

Cheng Zongyang exclaimed in surprise, "Then how can they hear your commands? The previous Jingli was the same; she knew what to do with just a glance."

Xiao Zi spread out a small, snow-white hand. "Give me your soul, and I'll tell you."

"Dream on!"

Cheng Zongyang threatened, "You brat, one day I'll deflower you! I'll take your soul and spirit! And then you'll never oppose me again!"

"Alright, alright,"

Xiao Zi said, "Their souls are all inside Yan'er's doll. If you like, I can make one for you too."

"No thanks! I'll have nightmares if I get that thing!"

After a pause, Cheng Zongyang said, "Hey, their souls are all inside the doll. What if the doll gets stolen?"

"Are you afraid they'll be controlled by someone else? Don't worry,"

Xiao Zi comforted him, "As long as the doll can't sense Yan'er's essence, they'll all die within an hour."

"Isn't that a bit too harsh?"

Cheng Zongyang said. "Why not use a Soul Pill? Like Quan Yuji did."

Xiao Zi rolled her eyes at him. "The method for making a Soul Pill is a secret technique of the Witch Clan. They don't know how to make it."

As she spoke, footsteps sounded outside. Xiao Zi's beautiful eyes lit up slightly again. Then the door opened, and Meng Niang, supported by a servant, swayed gracefully as she entered.

Cheng Zongyang looked Meng Niang up and down, his gaze finally settling on her luscious red lips. After not seeing her for many days, Meng Niang's skin was even whiter and smoother, her beautiful face as lovely as a flower, incomparably radiant.

Upon seeing Cheng Zongyang, a mixture of shyness and joy appeared in Meng Niang's eyes, clearly still remembering her master.

Cheng Zongyang took her hand. "Zi'er didn't bully you, did she?"

Mengniang said softly, "Zi'er is very good to me."

Cheng Zongyang asked suspiciously, "Really?"

Mengniang smiled and said sincerely, "Thanks to her, I've remembered many things."

Cheng Zongyang was about to speak when he heard Xiao Zi's sweet voice, "A-Meng."

"Yes,"

Mengniang replied, releasing Cheng Zongyang's hand and gracefully walking towards her mistress.

Her steps were as light as flower petals, and her posture was incredibly elegant. But such a beautiful woman, when beckoned by Xiao Zi, obediently nestled at her mistress's feet like a cat, her expression full of tenderness and affection.

Cheng Zongyang was both annoyed and amused. If that brat didn't take advantage of the opportunity to help Mengniang regain her memories to slip some something into her, he'd eat his shoes. The problem was, if he was going to slip anything in, it should be his own. This little brat was always trying to steal his woman; was there no justice in this world?

"You brat, you didn't call her here just to annoy me, did you?"

"Boss Cheng, don't you want to know what she remembers?"

Cheng Zongyang's heart skipped a beat, recalling what Lu Qian had said in the Wild Boar Forest—that Mengniang possessed a great secret concerning the survival of the Song Kingdom.

Cheng Zongyang took a breath and said in a deep voice, "What does she remember?"

Xiao Zihong's lips parted, but she gave a cute little yawn, and then said lazily, "I won't tell you."

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