After an intense internal struggle, Lin Miaoxue returned to the spirit vessel.
She had made up her mind.
No matter what, she couldn’t go against her heart.
If she liked Ye Yu, why couldn’t she say it openly?
Let go of personal pride and make a bold move!
You can do it!
Self-encouragement always works.
Lin Miaoxue once again found herself at Ye Yu's door. She exhaled a slow, deep breath to steady herself. Just as she was about to knock, a loud crash from inside stopped her hand mid-air.
The sound of a chair tipping over.
Then a heavy thud on the table.
The commotion sent a chill down her spine.
What was going on inside?
Could someone be attacking Ye Yu?
Without another thought, Lin Miaoxue forcefully broke down the door and stormed in.
She wasn’t prepared for what she saw.
Ye Yu had pinned a fox demon onto the table. Their clothing was disheveled, and both were panting heavily.
The fox demon’s flushed face and captivating gaze exuded a charm so intense that, even as a woman, Lin Miaoxue had to admit:
When it came to seduction, fox demons were unmatched.
The scene made it abundantly clear what might happen next.
Lin Miaoxue’s face turned pale. She froze, unsure of how to react.
Ye Yu and Yin Feijing were equally startled by her sudden intrusion.
Realizing the compromising position, Yin Feijing swiftly broke free from Ye Yu’s grip. Her eyes landed on Lin Miaoxue, narrowing slightly in suspicion.
Women understood women best.
This was no mere friend of Ye Yu. She was a lover.
The reason was simple: if she were just a friend, she’d have laughed it off and left with a teasing remark.
Only a lover would show such panic and distress.
Yin Feijing felt a surge of jealousy.
It had only been half a month. Had Ye Yu already added another Dao companion?
What about Gan Zhizui?
Yin Feijing let out a cold snort.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. Just now... Forget it. Ye Yu, about what I mentioned earlier, if you’re interested, come find me in the Lan Kingdom!”
Yin Feijing had intended to explain, but being caught in such an ambiguous situation annoyed her.
Besides, how could she even explain?
A man and a woman alone, tangled up like that—it was impossible not to overthink.
Explanations only made things worse.
And why should she explain to Lin Miaoxue anyway?
They didn’t even know each other.
Why bother acting as if she were guilty of something?
The thought irritated Yin Feijing even more. With a flick of her wrist, she leaped out of the window, leaving the spirit vessel behind.
Why the window and not the door?
Well, Lin Miaoxue was still blocking the doorway, standing rigidly in place.
There was no way past her without awkwardly squeezing by.
So, the window was the better option.
Of course, deep down, Yin Feijing knew she had no moral high ground in this situation. Otherwise, why wouldn’t she take the door?
After Yin Feijing’s departure, the atmosphere in the room grew awkward.
Ye Yu scratched his head but didn’t bother explaining.
It really was just a misunderstanding.
They had been sparring—what else was there to say?
Explaining would only make it seem like he had something to hide.
So, he changed the subject.
“Didn’t you say you were going to retrieve something? Back so soon?”
As he spoke, his fingers absentmindedly twirled. The sensation of Yin Feijing’s fox tail was still fresh in his mind—silky smooth beyond compare.
Lin Miaoxue lowered her head, silent.
With a wave of her hand, the window shut tightly, and the broken door began to repair itself, reassembling into its original state.
The loud slam startled Ye Yu, who turned to her in confusion.
Without a word, Lin Miaoxue approached him and tugged at his arm, insisting he teach her how to write the Kun character technique.
Her inexperience showed. She had no idea where to start.
In the end, it was Ye Yu who guided her, patiently helping her complete the script.
The next morning, Ye Yu couldn’t help but ask,
“Why the sudden interest in learning this?”
Lin Miaoxue’s face flushed as she murmured, almost inaudibly,
“You said... the best way to repay someone is to offer yourself. Isn’t that what you meant?”
Ye Yu froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
He never expected her to take his casual joke so seriously.
But then again, it wasn’t a bad outcome. Another Dao companion? Why not?
Lin Miaoxue, flustered by his reaction, demanded, “What’s so funny? Wasn’t it you who hinted at this yesterday?”
Ye Yu raised an eyebrow. “When did I ever hint at that?”
Lin Miaoxue pouted, lightly punching his shoulder.
“You said you wanted to rest during the day and even mentioned it specifically to me! Isn’t that a hint?”
Her words only made Ye Yu laugh harder.
Truly, a woman’s imagination was unparalleled.
That evening, in the Lan Kingdom palace, Yin Feijing sat in the grand hall, visibly upset.
She shredded the fine silk fabric in front of her with her bare hands.
It had been a day and a half since she left Ye Yu’s spirit vessel.
Why hadn’t he come to find her yet?
Was he still busy being lovey-dovey with that woman?
Infuriating!
A true dragon, and he’d rather waste time with a woman?
Women were no match for dragons!
Yin Feijing’s anger grew as she tore the silk into tiny shreds.
A middle-aged man in a dragon robe watched her with exasperation.
“My dear niece, I asked you to help pick a color for your aunt’s new outfit, not to destroy all the fabric. What’s the meaning of this?”
This man was Yin Zhi, the ruler of the Lan Kingdom.
Gone was the frail old man from before.
In an effort to avoid being dismissed by his wife, Zhou Xuan, Yin Zhi had invested heavily in self-care.
From beauty pills to body-shaping techniques, he spared no expense, transforming himself from an aging elder into a striking middle-aged gentleman.
His drastic makeover had even prompted teasing from palace guards, joking that he might be planning to join the Harmonious Sect and charm a senior elder.
Of course, it was all in jest.
But there was no denying the results. Yin Zhi’s transformation was nothing short of miraculous.
Yin Feijing’s expression remained cold.
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She summoned a green flame, incinerating all the remaining silk on the table.
“They’re all ugly.”
Yin Zhi’s face twisted in dismay.
The silk wasn’t enchanted, but it was crafted by master artisans and highly prized. Now, it was nothing but ash.
Still, Yin Zhi noticed something unusual.
His years of experience in romantic entanglements told him that Yin Feijing’s mood was due to a quarrel with her Dao companion.
And not a minor one, either. She was furious.
Not the kind of anger that could be easily soothed.