As their lips parted, Xie Lingwan’s lovely face flushed like a rosy dawn, her thin lips tightly pursed, her fox-like eyes dazed with enchantment, radiant beyond measure.
Regret hit her the moment clarity returned.
Ji Yanqing was the nephew she’d raised since childhood. Though not blood-related, their bond far surpassed the hollow ties of noble families—she cherished him like her own.
Yet she’d kissed her nephew, lost in passionate entanglement like some brothel courtesan.
“Auntie Xie, are you okay?” Ji Yanqing asked with concern, reaching for her delicate hand.
Before he could warm it, Xie Lingwan recoiled as if shocked, her face on the verge of tears.
“I… Auntie lost her mind just now. Pretend it never happened,” she stammered.
With that, she fled in a panic, lacking the courage to look back.
Noble ladies had thin skin, after all.
Watching her retreating figure, Ji Yanqing shook his head, sighing inwardly.
[Having tasted Auntie Xie’s soft, honeyed lips, your last shred of filial piety has fully warped. Chase the beauty, and even the most outrageous requests she’ll grant, soothing Xiao Yao’s spirit…]
When the sleazy narrator mentioned his mother, Ji Yanqing’s patience snapped. If she knew he was entangled with her sworn sister, she’d rise from the grave in fury.
Xiao Yao, who ran away at fourteen, wasn’t a typical noble lady, open-minded about love.
But an aunt-nephew romance? Too explosive.
As the saying goes, the first step’s the hardest. Since Xie took that forbidden step, her feelings would eventually overcome reason.
Compared to brute force, Ji Yanqing preferred the art of push-and-pull seduction.
Suddenly, a graceful figure entered his view.
Ji Qingyan, in crimson battle attire, stepped from behind the door, her inky hair tied in a simple ponytail, her eyes brimming with disdain.
“Beast in human clothes!” she spat.
She’d witnessed Ji Yanqing and Lady Xie’s intimate moment live. To go after his own aunt—truly, the Wei King’s Heir was as lustful as storytellers claimed.
“Oh, jealous, Heroine Ji?” Ji Yanqing teased, his peach-blossom eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I’m not jealous!” Ji Qingyan crossed her arms, lashes trembling, holding an intricately carved food box, its aroma stirring hunger.
“Then why curse me out of the blue? Got a thing for sadism?” he quipped.
“Pah!” Ji Qingyan spat, fuming. “You… you did that with Lady Xie, your aunt! I saw it with my own eyes!”
“So you were spying outside?” he countered, catching her off guard with his sharp angle.
Flustered, Ji Qingyan pivoted. “Shameless rogue, messing with your own aunt…”
“What did I do with Auntie Xie? No murder, no arson, nothing heinous—just mutual affection. Besides, she’s been widowed and lonely for years. I’m just honoring my elder,” Ji Yanqing said.
“…” Ji Qingyan was speechless. It sounded… reasonable. And Xie had kissed him first, so technically, she seduced the Heir.
“Hmph, I won’t argue with you,” she said, turning her head and slamming the ornate food box on his bedside, twisting his waist hard.
Bang!
The bedchamber door slammed shut.
Ji Yanqing didn’t try to stop her. With Ji Qingyan’s stubborn streak, even groveling wouldn’t sway her.
Why bother with mental strain?
Opening the food box, he found white porridge. Famished after nearly two days unconscious, he scooped a spoonful.
Cough, cough, cough!
The porridge was so sweet it could rot teeth, like chewing raw sugar.
If a mansion chef made this, Ji Yanqing would’ve fired them on the spot.
Wait…
If not a mansion chef, then who?
The answer was obvious.
Tsundere was cute, but too much could cost everything.
Ji Yanqing smiled wryly, forcing down the cloying porridge.
He couldn’t waste a heroine’s heartfelt effort.
Setting the box aside, he sat cross-legged, channeling spiritual energy to sense the changes from his unsealed body.
Circulating qi through his meridians to his dantian felt effortless.
Uncannily so.
If his former D-grade aptitude was a droplet, and A-grade a babbling brook, his current talent was a Three Gorges flood.
Monstrous, surpassing even the protagonist.
Residual pill impurities in his meridians were fully absorbed, his cultivation now at Gathering Spirit Layer Six.
Two days, thirteen minor realms crossed!
Even in Canglan Goddess Chronicles’ easy mode, two days would only get you from Qi Condensation Layer Three to Seven, with a guide.
Ji Yanqing’s speed? Only a cheat like Windbell Moonshadow could explain it.
What was that Spirit Platform Seal suppressing?
The game’s dev?
He didn’t know. The answers likely awaited another meeting with that Taoist master.
The near-Source Dao-tier Spirit Platform Seal was Master Gu Yun of Longhu Mountain’s unique art—known only to him.
…
By Xiaochun Lake, in the side courtyard’s Buddhist hall.
Xie Lingwan, in a white gauze dress, knelt before a Buddha statue. She’d imagined everything from bedding her nephew to throwing herself into a well, yet found no way to atone.
When she died and faced Sister Xiao Yao in the underworld, what could she say? “Your son’s amazing”?
Xiao Yao entrusted her to care for Yanqing—not this kind of care!
“Great Buddha, if I draw a bad lot, I’ll drown myself now. If a good lot, then Sister Xiao can’t blame me for my wantonness—Yanqing’s just too tempting,” Xie Lingwan prayed, shaking the lot tube.
Clack.
A bamboo lot fell.
She rushed to pick it up, her hand revealing a yellowed stick marked “Best Lot.”
“Sister, fate’s unstoppable. Don’t blame me~” Xie Lingwan said with a charming smile, her voice trembling, beside a pile of pre-broken bad lots.
From the start, the tube held only good and best lots.
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