Consciousness slowly returned.
He Wanyi first caught a whiff of a sweet fragrance.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
What greeted her was an unfamiliar room.
She tried to sit up, but the pain coming from every part of her body made even the slightest movement difficult.
She recalled being knocked unconscious by Hua Yanyun.
Turning her head to observe her surroundings, He Wanyi realized she was lying completely naked across a pair of fair, slender, and long thighs.
An ominous feeling inexplicably surged in her heart.
“Hehe, I thought the little lazybones would sleep a while longer. Is this monarch’s lap pillow comfortable?” A familiar voice sounded by her ear, yet it sent He Wanyi plunging into an ice cave.
Stiffly turning her head, He Wanyi looked into Hua Yanyun’s eyes that carried an ambiguous half-smile.
“Has the Southwind Immortal Kingdom really run out of capable people? To actually send a stunted little bean sprout like you. Speak. What kind of benefits did that old hag He Xiu give you to make you willingly work as her spy?”
Hua Yanyun stroked He Wanyi’s silky long hair, petting her like a cat.
He Wanyi’s inner fear reached its peak.
Her identity as a spy had actually been exposed.
Spy work had always been extremely dangerous; discovery almost always meant death.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Her mind went completely blank.
Hua Yanyun looked at the silent He Wanyi lying on her lap and chuckled lightly.
“Why aren’t you saying anything, my dear City Lord He? Or should I call you by your original name… He Shu.”
The moment Hua Yanyun uttered her real name, He Shu’s suspended heart finally sank into complete despair.
“This subject does indeed hail from the He Imperial Clan, but I am merely from a collateral line. I was neither doted on by my grandmother nor loved by my uncles. I had no choice but to seek another path in life.”
Hua Yanyun listened to He Shu’s weak explanation as her fair, slender jade hand continued caressing He Shu’s smooth skin.
“A disfavored member of the imperial family venturing out to make a living. Quite an interesting story. A 29-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator is quite rare indeed. That old woman He Xiu really knows how to waste resources. If you hadn’t fallen into my hands, your future would have been limitless.”
He Shu’s body was highly sensitive.
She endured the tingling numbness caused by Hua Yanyun’s roaming hands.
“Since Your Majesty has already confirmed I am a spy, why not just kill me?”
“Kill you? Why would I kill you?” Hua Yanyun laughed softly. “You carry quite a few secrets. Keeping you alive will allow this monarch to slowly train and interrogate you.”
“Bing Yao died because of you. You should pay at least some price for that. But you are now this monarch’s new girlfriend. I’m not about to casually kill my own girlfriend.”
“Although you are a bit small—with almost no chest and no curves to speak of—that little face of yours is quite good.”
He Shu listened to Hua Yanyun’s self-righteous nonsense.
Thinking of Bing Yao who had died tragically at her hands, her heart turned ice-cold.
“City Lord He, when you dig up someone else’s wall corner, you have to pay with yourself~ Hehehehehe.”
“Come along, my dear City Lord He. This monarch will take you to a good place.”
The current He Shu was no longer the former City Lord He.
When Hua Yanyun addressed her as such, it carried a thick tone of humiliation.
Hua Yanyun moved He Shu off her lap and stood up.
She casually tossed a piece of clothing onto He Shu’s face.
He Shu pulled the clothing off her face and looked silently at the garment that was clearly several sizes too large for her.
Hua Yanyun raised an eyebrow at the somewhat helpless He Shu.
“You’re not planning to walk out naked if you don’t wear this, are you?”
“This is obviously Your Majesty’s clothes… and there’s no underwear.” He Shu looked at the white gauze robe embroidered with golden threads in her hands, then raised her head toward Hua Yanyun.
“What? You dislike this monarch’s clothes? There are no small-sized clothes available here.” Hua Yanyun’s gaze was sharp as a knife as she stared at He Shu.
Intimidated by Hua Yanyun’s look, He Shu slowly put on the gauze robe.
The feeling of wearing the clothes was far from comfortable.
Without underwear and with her overly sensitive body, the cool gauze fabric rubbing against certain areas brought intense stimulation, causing He Shu’s face to flush red.
He Shu possessed one of the supreme immortal physiques—the Mystic Soul Pure Sound Physique.
The special trait of this constitution was the perfect fusion between soul and flesh, making the body extremely fragile and more than ten times more sensitive than an ordinary person’s.
Even normal touch would deliver tremendous stimulation.
This kind of physique was extremely rare.
Nearly all records of it had vanished.
He Shu had only discovered information about her own constitution from an ancient book.
The previous known possessor of the Mystic Soul Pure Sound Physique had lived sixty-nine thousand years ago.
After dressing, He Shu tried to stand, but the moment she got up she collapsed again.
Her cultivation had been sealed.
Her original body was no different from a mortal’s, and her endurance had dropped dramatically.
This lousy body of mine…
He Shu inwardly cursed her terrible physique, a sense of grievance rising in her heart.
For some reason, she suddenly thought of her mother—the current monarch of the Southwind Immortal Kingdom, He Xiu.
Mother…
Mother probably still doesn’t know about my current situation, He Shu thought to herself. If Mother knew, she would definitely try to rescue me, right?
At that thought, He Shu’s body trembled.
Enduring the sensations that assaulted her very soul, she stood up once more.
Her legs were shaking visibly.
Hua Yanyun looked at He Shu’s state and rubbed her forehead.
She hadn’t expected that the mere friction of fabric would be enough to make He Shu unable to stand.
This little bean sprout really seems to have some kind of innate velvet-ball holy body. I wonder how she usually gets by.
With no other choice, Hua Yanyun took out two band-aids and stuck them over He Shu’s chest.
The oversized gauze robe draped over He Shu’s small frame, highlighting the two modest little mounds on her chest.
“Here, try walking around a bit.”
Hua Yanyun took He Shu’s hand, lifted her off the bed, and set her on the floor.
The moment He Shu’s fair, tender feet touched the cold obsidian ground, another powerful wave of sensation slammed into her mind.
She immediately went limp again.
Luckily, Hua Yanyun was holding her hand; otherwise she would have dropped straight to her knees.
Hua Yanyun princess-carried He Shu, looking at the girl whose expression was about to collapse and letting out a helpless sigh.
“I really have to ask, how exactly were you raised? Your body is ridiculously sensitive.”
Hearing Hua Yanyun’s question, He Shu answered somewhat embarrassedly, “I once consulted a physician. The physician said my body is naturally ten times more sensitive than a normal person’s. On top of that, I haven’t used my original body for more than ten years, so I’m not used to it yet. That’s why…”
He Shu’s voice grew smaller and smaller until it was nearly inaudible.
Hua Yanyun listened to her answer, the corners of her mouth suddenly curving into a wicked, charming smile.
“Ten times more sensitive, huh? Interesting. Truly very interesting.”
He Shu felt goosebumps rising all over her body at Hua Yanyun’s words.
“It’s getting late. This monarch will just carry you.”
“Not many people get the honor of being princess-carried by this monarch. You’re the first one I’ll carry the entire way.”
The next moment, Hua Yanyun and the He Shu in her arms teleported into a grand hall.
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