Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 251 - 151: Do You Want a Live-in Son-in-law?_2

Chapter 251: Chapter 151: Do You Want a Live-in Son-in-law?_2

In recent years, the Sky Demon Sect had been fraught with instability, and the newly appointed Sect Master Qu Hongling was unable to command respect. The addition of a falling-out with the Thousand Beasts Forest had caused other powers to entertain thoughts of dethroning the leading faction of the Sky Demon Sect.

The Blood Spirit Cave was one of those to consider it.

Although this power’s disciples were few in number, they were each unfathomably cruel, venomous, and exceptionally cunning.

Even within the Demon Clan, they were regarded as the antagonistic troublemakers.

An Jiubian fell into deep thought.

What was so special about this small county town that such formidable demons hid within it?

And what exactly was the demon captured by the Crown Prince?

An Jiubian had an ominous feeling, suspecting he might have boarded a ship of thieves.

...

On the other hand, after Jiang Shouzhong and his group returned to the inn, Yelü Miaomiao hurried back to her room to bathe.

The stack of clothes she had purchased earlier had been blown away by the wind, so after asking for her size, Jiang Shouzhong had no choice but to go out and purchase them again. Fortunately, this time the young lady did not put on airs, allowing him to buy her intimate garments.

In the room, Yelü Miaomiao languidly squinted her eyes, sitting inside the bathtub, soaking in the comfort of the hot water.

The young girl gently curled her legs, revealing small, pink knees peeking above the water strewn with petals, and then lifted her pale, delicate little foot out of the water, lightly shaking the bell attached to her ankle.

The Little Flower Demon emerged with a fluorescent glow.

Unfortunately, the Little Flower Demon paid her no mind, simply circling around the bell, its luminescence accentuating the girl’s smooth, rounded instep, which looked as if it had been soaked in milk.

Occasionally poking the soft body of the little flower demon, Yelü Miaomiao still found it quite amusing.

After toying around for a while, the girl’s thoughts began to wander, recalling the man’s desperate struggle against the tunnel wall to help her escape, the not so funny jokes he told to comfort her...

She also remembered the journey thus far, his constant surface mockery, yet in practice, he accommodated her at every turn...

The young girl’s lips curved slightly upwards as she murmured with tiny clenched fists,

"Since you saved me, I won’t seek revenge on you. Once Yanrong conquers Dazhou, I’ll have the Empress Dowager grant you a high-ranking office to bring glory to your family."

As she mused, Yelü Miaomiao also remembered sitting on his face.

A blush tinted the delicate cheeks of the beautiful young girl.

Subconsciously rubbing her thighs, she seemed to still feel his hot breath, which prompted her to bare her teeth and ferociously declare, "No, it’s too easy on you to just give you a high office. I’ll have you made into a eunuch! When I become the empress, you’ll kneel before me every day to serve me! Hmph!"

Imagining Jiang Shouzhong kneeling on the ground, addressing her in a falsetto voice as ’Your Majesty the Empress’, Yelü Miaomiao couldn’t help but laugh, her body quivering with mirth.

The surface of the water rippled, displacing the petals and with them, trembling mountains of snow.

But soon, the young girl felt she might be going too far.

After all, turning a man into a eunuch could be one of the cruelest fates in the world.

Yelü Miaomiao pouted, temporarily at a loss.

After much thought, she decided it would be better to make him a guard, not allowing him to carry a sword, but instead giving him a long spear to follow behind her as an imperial bodyguard.

At that time, no extensive selection would be necessary, she might just let him take a shortcut.

A little lack in cultivation didn’t matter.

Even if she ended up not becoming the future empress, she could always personally plead on his behalf. By asking Jiang Mo to use the Empress Dowager’s backdoor, surely the Empress Dowager wouldn’t object.

After bathing and changing into clean clothes, Yelü Miaomiao felt much lighter. The thought of Jiang Mo becoming her personal guard in the future made her spirits soar.

That evening, while dining in the inn’s hall, the young girl couldn’t help but giggle to herself from time to time.

The other three people at the dining table exchanged glances, wondering if the little princess had been bewitched or had lost her mind.

Perhaps the morning’s sinister wind had been too eerie. At this time, in the hall, many guests were discussing with each other.

Some said it was a sudden sandstorm.

Others claimed it was a demon wind and even saw a gigantic Kun flying overhead.

The young mistress of Longwu Escort Agency, Long Yuanyuan, and the fan-toting scholar Wen Dong coincidentally took the table next to Jiang Shouzhong’s group.

Also with them was a young man named Fu Huren.

It’s just that Fu Huren, after being scolded by his goddess that morning, could only try to sit a bit further away, looking on dryly at the affectionate couple, gulping down his drink in sullen swigs.

Several times he hesitated to speak but would recoil under Long Yuanyuan’s glare, losing his nerve.

Smack!

Perhaps the alcohol had gone to his head, as when Fu Huren saw the man surnamed Wen holding the hand of his young mistress, he couldn’t contain his rage any longer. He slammed his wine bowl onto the table, creating a dull thud, then rolled up his sleeves and pointed accusingly at Wen Dong.

"Wen, if you’re a man, admit you’re scum! Admit you deliberately deceived our young mistress!"

This outcry brought sudden silence to the hall.

The crowd’s gaze turned to the spectacle, eager for the drama.

Long Yuanyuan fumed, "Fu Huren, have you lost all sense of courtesy!?"

Fu Huren shuddered but continued loudly, "My young mistress, I personally saw him flirting with another woman. Don’t let him fool you! This guy is nothing but a womanizing scoundrel!"

Wen Dong simply smiled, offering no defense.

He displayed an air of one who is clear of conscience despite being muddied by others.

Long Yuanyuan trembled with anger, snatching up a wine bowl and hurling it towards Fu Huren, "Get lost!"

Fu Huren deftly dodged it, yet before he could continue persuading, a deafening roar erupted behind him: "Blind, are you!?"

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