Under Qian Renxue's reluctant and resentful gaze, Dongfang Jing's figure gradually disappeared into the streets of Tiandou City.
Only when the figure was completely out of sight did Qian Renxue withdraw her gaze, find a secluded corner to change back into men's clothing, activate her soul bone to alter her appearance, and hurriedly leave.
Meanwhile, on Dongfang Jing's side...
After he was out of Qian Renxue's sight, he slowed down.
My shoulders relaxed a bit too.
To be honest, chatting with Qian Renxue wasn't tiring in itself; what was tiring was her pair of bright golden eyes, which kept glancing at me intentionally or unintentionally.
Dongfang Jing sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Never mind, it's just business as usual."
He turned into a slightly secluded alley, preparing to activate spatial teleportation to go home.
However--
Just as he stepped into the alley corner.
A pale arm reached out from the shadows and pinched his ear.
At the same time, his left arm was firmly gripped by the woman's delicate hand.
Immediately afterwards, I felt a tightness in my legs.
One by one, vines inlaid with gold trim silently wrapped around his legs, firmly securing them in place.
His right arm was not spared either; a hand as strong as a scorpion's claw gripped his wrist.
Two soft mounds were pressed against his back.
Dongfang Jing was completely imprisoned in an instant.
Unable to move.
He looked down at his own situation, then looked up at the several faces in front of him, each with a different height but all bearing the same expression of dissatisfaction.
Brigitte.
Snow Emperor.
Hyotei.
Ah Yin.
The four of them squatted down in the alley, waiting for him to come over.
Dongfang Jing's expression was somewhat helpless.
"...My dear wives, I'm innocent!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
"Shut up!"
Without saying a word, Hyotei elbowed him and pinched the soft flesh on his waist with his fingers.
"You womanizing brat, you deserve a beating!"
Dongfang Jing hissed, feeling a tingling numbness in his lower back.
Xue Di also looked displeased.
"I think you've gotten too big for your britches," the Snow Empress said coldly. "Instead of going home, you're spending all your time in this palace. Have you already grown tired of your sister?"
"Sister Xue'er... what makes you say that...?"
"Hmm?" Xue Di narrowed her eyes.
Dongfang Jing immediately shut up.
Brigitte's voice came softly from behind him, and the soft mass pressed against his back pressed down even more.
"That's right. My disciple, is there something we did that didn't satisfy you? That made you go to find that kind of girl?"
Brigitte spoke in an incredibly gentle tone.
But Dongfang Jing knew her too well.
Sometimes, the gentler Brigitte is, the more dangerous she is.
"Master, that's official business..."
"Oh? Official business?" Brigitte's tone softened further, her lips practically touching her ear as she spoke. "Does official business require staying in the palace for so long? From afternoon until dark? Was the tea she brewed for you better than mine?"
"..."
Dongfang Jing's lips twitched.
So you guys even know this?
He dared not argue any further.
Today's Dongfang Jing is no longer the inexperienced blockhead he once was.
He did sense that Qian Renxue had feelings for him, but he always spoke seriously and had no ulterior motives.
However, he has indeed been going to the palace frequently over the years.
They discussed plans, cooperation, policies, and governing philosophies.
The more you go back and forth, the less time you have to spend with your loved ones.
They may not say it, but the emptiness and loneliness in their hearts are accumulating little by little.
Ah Yin walked over from the side with a smile.
Her smile remained gentle, but the Blue Silver Emperor Vine in her hands showed no mercy, tightening the binding even more until it wrapped him up from head to toe.
"Jing, words are no proof; you need to show your love for us with actions!"
"..."
Dongfang Jing opened his mouth, but ultimately gave up struggling.
never mind.
Accept your fate.
Then, with the combined efforts of the four women, they carried the Eastern Mirror, which was wrapped up like a dumpling by the Blue Silver Emperor, and swaggered out of the alley.
Ah Yin walked at the very front.
She walked briskly into a nearby hotel, stopped in front of the reception desk, took out soul coins from her pocket, and placed them on the counter.
"Give me a deluxe suite."
The receptionist, who was tidying up the ledgers, looked up when she heard the sound.
Then she froze.
Four women stood in front of the counter: one with a dignified air, one with a cool and aloof demeanor, one with a gentle and charming personality, and the other with a sharp and heroic air.
Each of them, taken individually, is a beauty that could captivate the entire city.
Four people standing together?
The receptionist thought this was an unprecedented spectacle in Tiandou City.
She stared blankly for several seconds, her mouth slightly agape, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards the object being carried in the middle of the four people.
That was... a zongzi?
No, it was a humanoid object completely wrapped in vines.
The faint sounds of a man struggling could be heard coming from inside.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"
The female receptionist swallowed hard.
She didn't ask anything.
He respectfully handed over the room key with both hands.
"VIP suite, first room on the left on the eighth floor. Five people... please."
After taking the room key, the four continued to carry the Oriental Mirror upstairs.
The receptionist watched their figures disappear around the corner of the stairs, and stood there blankly for a long time before she came to her senses.
She looked down at the gold soul coins in her hand, then looked in the direction of the stairs.
Should this man who's been tied up be pitied or envied?
...
The next morning.
As dawn broke, Dongfang Jing emerged from the bathroom.
He was wearing a thin shirt, and his hair was still damp.
Standing by the bed, gazing at the beautiful scenery before me.
On the large bed, four people lay sprawled out in various positions, their buttocks red and swollen.
Brigitte lay on her side at the innermost position, her green hair scattered across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, emitting soft breaths. One hand rested outside the blanket, her fingers occasionally twitching.
Xue Di lay face down, her face buried in the pillow, only half her head showing. Her long white hair was tangled and messy with the blanket.
Hyotei huddled in a corner, legs wrapped around the blanket, muttering something incoherently and occasionally clicking his tongue.
Ah Yin was the quietest, lying on her back with one hand on her lower abdomen and her brows slightly furrowed.
All four of them were still in a daze.
After watching for a while, Dongfang Jing felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.
A slight ripple also welled up...
It was really just a slight feeling of fatigue.
They could probably fight another eight hundred rounds.
After about half an incense stick's time, the four women gradually regained consciousness.
Ah Yin was the first to sit up.
She looked down at herself and the bedding beneath her, her face flushing red as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Ah Yin quietly stuffed it inside with her hand, looking very precious.
But Dongfang Jing still noticed this little action.
He went over and took a clean handkerchief from the cabinet to wipe her down.
Ah Yin blushed, looking very shy.
"Just wiping it off like that... what a waste..." Ah Yin's voice was barely audible.
Dongfang Jing smiled.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and tucked the stray strands of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ears.
"It's okay, out with the old, in with the new."
Ah Yin looked up and met his smiling golden eyes.
Dongfang Jing changed the subject abruptly, asking in a low voice, "Would you like something new?"
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