Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 230 - 141: Losing the Wife and the Troops_2

Chapter 230: Chapter 141: Losing the Wife and the Troops_2

"Ah?"

Jiang Shouzhong was completely confused.

"Or else..." The girl said with a blushed face, hesitantly, "Or let elder sister teach us, she has experience."

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned, then he couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

The man took a deep breath, gradually settling his fluctuating emotions. Then, he walked steadily to the girl’s side, sat down beside her, and boldly wrapped his arm around her fragrant shoulders.

A faint scent permeated the air, seemingly emanating from the delicate orchid-like fragrance of the girl.

The girl’s normally soft and boneless body suddenly tensed up, her fingers grasping her dress tightened, with so much force that the veins on her creamy backs of her hands became faintly visible.

"Xia He, are you sure about this? It’s not too late to regret it now," Jiang Shouzhong said softly.

Xia He, with a flushed face, said, "There’s nothing to regret; after all, if I ever regret it later, I can still become your wife. Jiang Mo, you... you wouldn’t not want me, right?"

The girl looked at him nervously.

Jiang Shouzhong gently brushed the girl’s long hair aside, and drew her into his embrace, the seductive fragrance spilling out from her open neckline, intoxicating him, as he softly said, "How could I not want such a beautiful and adorable wife?"

Only then did the girl feel relieved.

It was at this moment she realized she was half-lying in the man’s embrace—her cheeks suddenly reddening like a persimmon.

Inhaling the man’s masculine scent, the usually sharp and icy girl was now soft and melting like half-dissolved sugar paste, utterly unable to muster any strength.

"Wife, let’s go to the bridal chamber," he said.

Having dispelled his initial nervousness, Jiang Shouzhong, without any hesitation, began expertly undoing the girl’s dress sash.

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Jiang Yi, after bathing, was clad only in a nearly transparent gauze garment that barely concealed her fair and luminous skin, rivaling that of a young woman in her prime.

Jiang Yi gathered her damp hair loosely before her chest as she approached the table and gently picked up a pink bead—the very same Divine Jade Bead she had given to Xia He earlier.

According to ancient texts, a true dragon bore two sacred beads in its mouth.

They could share and absorb the essence of qi from each other.

"The Taoist River Map," she murmured.

The lady’s brows were tinged with spring, a playful glint in her eyes, as she gazed at the misty pink vapor swirling inside the bead, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks and lips, imparting an indescribable sensuality.

The intelligence network of the Silver Moon Tower was one of the top in the nation.

Initially, when the saintly martial strategist Yuwen Lie intercepted Yan Changqing for a portion of the Taoist River Map, he made a deal with the Silver Moon Tower to obtain this valuable clue.

Therefore, when Jiang Yi learned that Jiang Shouzhong’s master was Yan Changqing, she had already surmised as much.

And after Yan Changqing’s arrival, he did not hide it from her.

Perhaps due to the relationship with her sister Jiang Wan, Yan Changqing’s trust in Jiang Yi far surpassed that of Li Guanshi and other people.

Of course, at this moment, Jiang Yi did not intend to covet the Taoist River Map; rather, she hoped to use the incident with Xia He as an opportunity to repair her own damaged meridians and Dantian.

The Taoist River Map was known as one of the four great miraculous books in the world not just because one could cultivate passively with it, nor merely for the Dual Cultivation Skill contained within, but for its ability to heal injuries.

Xia He’s life-essence bead was certainly powerful, yet it could only nurture the fundamental injuries of the five viscera and six bowels.

It was powerless against injuries from cultivation.

But the Taoist River Map could do this.

When the Demon Venerable forcibly took over Jiang Shouzhong’s body and fought, resulting in severe damage to Jiang Shouzhong’s meridians, a single night’s work with the map had completely healed him—a miracle indeed.

So, when Jiang Yi found out that Xia He had lost her life-essence bead, she was initially angry, but then she quickly recalled the healing power of the Taoist River Map and urgently had Xia He begin Dual Cultivation.

She planned to test the Divine Jade Bead.

After all, it was unrealistic to dual-cultivate with Jiang Mo herself.

Since Xia He was enamored with Jiang Mo, Jiang Yi wouldn’t be the villain breaking them apart, and happily granted her happiness. Of course, this was under the condition that Jiang Mo was responsible enough not to mistreat her precious maid.

So far, Jiang Mo had satisfied her, and he treated her quite comfortably.

Jiang Yi placed the Divine Jade Bead in her mouth, but unlike Xia He, she did not swallow it directly into her stomach.

After all, she didn’t need to replicate the Divine Jade Bead into a life-essence bead; it was merely a tool for healing. After retrieving the wet bead, she lifted her gauze garment and directed it toward her lower abdomen.

Having completed these preparations, Jiang Yi slowly sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes, and her breathing became deep and rhythmic, like a gentle breeze in the mountains, silent and subtle. At that moment, she was like a Buddha in deep meditation, her countenance serene and her demeanor tranquil, yet the barely visible gauzy figure added a touch of alluring charm.

As time ticked by, with a trickle of flowing qi sensation moving from her abdomen like a gentle stream, Jiang Yi understood that Jiang Shouzhong and the others had begun.

Jiang Yi’s hands formed mudras, fingertips touching, and then her arms slowly stretched out.

With the circulation of the Taoist River Map’s qi within her, an invisible energy field seemed to form around her, and faint pink lights could be indistinctly seen circling her body.

Her expression solemn, with each breath, she seemed to resonate with the universe.

The candlelight flickered within the room, illuminating her face and casting sacred glows, making the dignified woman resemble a Guanyin on a lotus throne.

But beneath the charming pink light, her already stunning beauty was even more enchanting, like a peerless femme fatale, subtly exuding charms that could captivate all living beings.

Purity and seductiveness coexisted, and dignity intertwined with allure.

Jiang Yi opened her eyes, full of spring and irresistibly charming.

Within her pupils, pink vortices seemed to slowly spin.