Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 325 - 188: Silkworm Silk

Chapter 325: Chapter 188: Silkworm Silk

It took some time, but Jiang Shouzhong’s spirits finally began to recover.

Seeing the man trembling, Mengniang couldn’t help but feel somewhat apologetic and said softly, "Shall I carry you on my back?"

"No need, I can walk!"

Jiang Shouzhong certainly didn’t want to lose face like that.

As a man, he already felt humiliated enough; if he let her carry him on top of that, he would lose all dignity.

Knowing that she had caused the man’s current state, Mengniang felt deeply shy, biting back a smile as she said, "When we get back, I’ll find some herbs to help you recover."

Jiang Shouzhong replied irritably, "There’s no need, the Taoist River Map is enough."

"Really enough?"

Mengniang’s smile was playful, her agile tongue accidentally grazing over her crimson lips.

The man’s heart skipped a beat at that gesture.

Vixen...

Jiang Shouzhong cleared his throat to change the subject, "We’ve already delayed enough, finding a way out is the most urgent. Right, those others too, no idea if they’ve run into trouble, let’s check on them first."

"Mhm."

Mengniang stopped teasing the man and left the altar with him.

However, when the two of them arrived in the main hall, it was empty, save for the crushed bodies from earlier.

"Where is everybody?"

Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Mengniang surveyed the surroundings. Just as she was about to speak, a massive vortex suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Mengniang quickly embraced Jiang Shouzhong in her arms... and in the next moment, the two found themselves above the river.

At this moment, the river was wide and boundless, eerily quiet, with not a single boat in sight, only a few corpses floating with the current.

Among these bodies, there was no sign of Leng Jing and the others.

"Eh? Are we out already?"

Jiang Shouzhong’s brain hadn’t quite caught up; it all felt too quick.

Mengniang thought for a moment, her voice seductively soft, "It seems we’ve triggered some hidden formation mechanism during the fight. It looks like they’ve also made it out, just not sure where they went."

Mengniang suggested, "There are no boats now, I’ll carry you across the river."

During her Sanctum Ascension, she could have carried Jiang Shouzhong on the wind as well, but the effort was considerable and somewhat strenuous.

Now, as a master of the Feathered Transformation Realm, flying with Jiang Shouzhong on her back felt as effortless and pleasant as a breeze caressing her face.

Jiang Shouzhong tightly embraced the woman’s slender neck, the wind whooshing by his ears.

Jiang Shouzhong shouted into her ear, "Mengniang, with your speed, how long will it take to reach Qingzhou?"

"At most half a day," Mengniang replied.

That saved three days...

"Really amazing," Jiang Shouzhong marveled inwardly with envy, "I wonder when I’ll have such strong cultivation."

Mengniang chuckled, "You really have poor talent for training, but on the other hand, your fortunes are quite good. Maybe there’s a chance for you. If all else fails, you could become my disciple. With my current cultivation, I could snap my fingers and send you to see the King of Hell. Not many people could beg for such a powerful master."

"Snap your fingers and send me to see the King of Hell?" Jiang Shouzhong inquired.

Mengniang spoke with pride, "Currently, there aren’t many in the world who can defeat me; let alone one of you, I could easily handle a hundred. So, you better listen to me obediently from now on, got it?"

"Heh, such big talk," Jiang Shouzhong responded with displeasure, inhaling the fragrance from the woman’s neck, and then, with a sudden bite of his teeth, he retorted, "Great Feathered Transformation Realm, huh? I still ride on you in the sky."

He tore open the woman’s clothes...

"Hey!"

Mengniang panicked.

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Capital, Silver Moon Tower.

Delicate gauze curtains fell gently from high-hanging beams, swaying in the breeze and imparting an ethereal fairy-like charm.

In a bath made of the finest white jade, scattered with various petals and precious spices, the fragrance rose slowly with the steaming water, mingling with the burning incense within the pavilion.

Jiang Yi, the mistress of the Silver Moon Tower, half-closed her eyes, leaning lazily against the bath’s edge, with the soft white jade making her skin seem even more porcelain and exquisite.

By the bath, Chun Yu was presenting the recent operations of their assets while holding an account book.

The girl’s voice was crisp and clear, like the song of a canary in the woods:

"Last month, the Jade String Cloth Shop lost 420 silver, Mingbao Pavilion made a profit of 4,000 silver, Biyun Fang made a profit of 19,000 silver, and Donglie Trade Firm lost 1,300 silver..."

Jiang Yi rubbed her temples and turned to Xia He, suddenly asking, "Do you miss Jiang Mo?"

Chun Yu’s voice paused, and her eyes moved toward her younger sister.

Facing the abrupt question, Xia He hesitated, shaking head lightly, but then, in an almost imperceptible nod, she revealed her inner emotions, "A little."

"No wonder you’ve been distracted these past days."

Jiang Yi chuckled softly, waving Chun Yu away and leaving only Xia He.

"Come, join me in the bath."

Jiang Yi’s eyes were filled with warmth, "And let’s have a heart-to-heart talk with this wife of mine."

After a moment’s hesitation, Xia He shed her customary attire and boots, and her body, as delicate and immaculate as the first snow, merged into the misty steam of the bath.

The four sisters sometimes bathed together with their lady.

"Was it upset that I didn’t let you follow Jiang Mo?"

Jiang Yi looked at Xia He with a playful smile as her long hair, dark as ebony, spread out beside the pool, damp strands clinging to her cheek, adding a touch of lazy allure.

Xia He hurriedly shook her head, "No, it was Xia He’s own wish to stay by my lady’s side."

"So, madam wishes you to stay by her side for life?"

"... Xia He is also willing."

The young girl lowered her eyelids, her face expression indiscernible.

"You little girl, you are really too adorable," Jiang Yi laughed, her branches trembling, a pair of proud white jades quivering in the water, stirring layer upon layer of delicate ripples, creating a uniquely beautiful scene.

Jiang Yi no longer teased her, smiling as she said, "The day after tomorrow we are heading to Qingzhou, and you won’t have to yearn for your husband in vain."

"The day after tomorrow?"

Xia He blinked her beautiful eyes.

"What? You don’t want to go?" Jiang Yi straightened up, embracing the young girl’s tender body in her arms, water droplets sliding slowly along her graceful curves like persistent drizzle.

The two fair bodies, one green and one mature, each had their own charm.

If Xia He was that pure, untainted lotus flower, then undoubtedly, Jiang Yi was the bewitchingly fiery red rose.

Feeling the cool fragrance emanating from her lady’s skin, Xia He’s typically cool and indifferent face flushed with a hint of rosy color, and she spoke in a low voice, "Xia He wishes to go."

"That’s right."

Jiang Yi pinched Xia He’s cheek and said with a laugh, "You are always so straightforward, no need to imitate Qiuye. Once we are in Qingzhou, I’ll personally hold a wedding feast for you, especially with Ran Qingchen there."

Xia He moved her pink lips but remained silent.

Looking at the girl’s pretty cheeks reddened by the steam, Jiang Yi had a thought, pressed her alluring body against the young girl’s, and whispered into her ear, "Xia He, why don’t you tell madam about that night with Jiang Mo... some details?"

Xia He tightened her almond eyes, momentarily not understanding the implication behind the words.

Jiang Yi was like a mischievous little girl, her eyes sparkling with slyness as she said with a laugh, "After all, what’s written in books is just that, books. It’s more interesting to hear it firsthand from someone else."

The young girl’s cheeks flushed like blooming peach blossoms.

"Go on, tell me."

Jiang Yi gently clasped the young girl’s delicate and thin shoulders with her jade hand, her expression filled with a fiery anticipation.

Xia He didn’t know how to begin.

Eventually, under Jiang Yi’s encouraging gaze, she started to speak haltingly.

Although Xia He’s way of expression wasn’t as fluent as Chun Yu’s, her straightforward nature meant that she didn’t hide any details, recalling and sharing everything without omission.

At first, Jiang Yi listened with a smile, but gradually, a faint pink blush spread across the lady’s face like rouge.

She tilted her neck slightly, revealing a vast expanse of scenery amid the mist.

The water-drenched skin was dazzlingly pale, almost shinier than the finest white satin, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to the nape, seductive and enchanting—Jiang Yi at this moment was undoubtedly a Succubus incarnate.

By the time Xia He finished speaking, Jiang Yi’s watery eyes held a look full of meanings hard to articulate, yet she chided with a laugh, "Girl, I only asked for the story, not for you to go into such detail."

But it was you who asked me to tell it.

Xia He had an aggrieved look on her face.

Then Jiang Yi once again slowly drew the delicate young girl into her arms, her movements as gentle as a feather... Yet Xia He could feel the other’s body burning hot, as if it had been baked through.

"Girl, let me pass on some knowledge of the intimacies between men and women to you," said Jiang Yi, her eyes half-closed, her voice sultry, "When dealing with men, you can’t always let them have their way. You need to learn to give and take. Even the most beautiful woman can grow tiresome; what one cannot have is often what one pines for the most..."

Xia He listened attentively, nodding lightly.

"So this Jiang Mo..."

Jiang Yi, recalling the content of what Xia He had just relayed, bit her lower lip suddenly and then pressed Xia He’s temple gently against her own heart, her speech trailing off halfway.

After a while, the woman exhaled a soft sigh.

Opening her dreamy eyes, she looked at the puzzled young girl and said softly with a smile, "So it’s the same with Jiang Mo."

Xia He appeared to somewhat understand.

As the lady stepped out of the bath, Xia He hurriedly went to fetch a bath towel to attend to her.

"In any case, remember..." Jiang Yi stepped onto the fox fur laid at the edge of the pool, dried herself off, turned around, and lifting Xia He’s delicate chin with her finger, she said with a smile, "Men are also toys."

Xia He nodded her temple, pretending to understand.

"Ah, that’s right, didn’t your eldest sister mention that the owner of the Yunxiang Trade Firm sent a gift, said to have been purchased from Loulan? Bring it to me, I want to see it," Jiang Yi suddenly said, showing some curiosity.

"Mm."

Xia He got dressed and fetched the gift.

Soon after, the young girl came with an exquisitely crafted box in her hands.

Opening the box, the contents left Jiang Yi stunned, and then the corners of her mouth lifted, "So it’s this little thing."

Inside the box was a pair of stockings.

But unlike ordinary silk stockings, these were made of top-grade ice silk woven by ice silkworms, also meticulously dyed with the natural sap of black fragrant wood, exuding a subtle scent and a dark, profound color.

"I remember owning a pair before, but it wasn’t as nice as this one."

Jiang Yi held the black ice silk stockings in her hands, feeling as light as feather and as thin as the wings of a cicada on a summer night, breathable yet cool to the touch.

As she touched them, they felt smooth but not greasy.

"Try them on."

Jiang Yi became interested, raising her long legs as straight and slender as ivory chopsticks, starting from the ankle to the calf... she drew the ice silk stockings up inch by inch.

As her fingers moved, the stockings reached her thigh, and with a light release, a soft "snap" was heard as the resilient silk clung to her skin, slightly embedding in the tender flesh of her leg, leaving a faint mark.

The leg ensconced in black ice silk, its smooth lines delineated an indescribable elegance and grace.

Xia He was mesmerized.

It was as though this was an exquisitely crafted piece of art, exuding a hazy and mysterious beauty.

"Quite nice," said Jiang Yi, who seemed even taller in her figure. After putting on her skirt and spinning around, she said with a smile, "I’ll wear this to Qingzhou."

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