Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 711 - 352: How Grand is the Tolerance?_2

Chapter 711: Chapter 352: How Grand is the Tolerance?_2

Listening to the other’s response, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but be speechless.

This does align with Yelü Miaomiao’s personality.

Previously in the carriage, that girl had already devised a series of measures with Qu Hongling to prevent other women from getting close.

Xiao Lingqiu observed Jiang Shouzhong’s expression and added again, "I have a Yanrong Ghost Guard Identity Token on me. If you don’t believe me, wait until I regain my strength, and I’ll take it out to prove it to you."

"No need, I’ll take it myself."

Jiang Shouzhong reached out toward the other’s collar.

"How dare you!!"

Xiao Lingqiu’s face turned sharply, and she shouted angrily, "If you dare to touch me, I’ll kill you! Even if I can’t kill you, I have ways to ensure mutual destruction!"

Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his nose and said, "Why such a big reaction."

He grabbed the woman’s arm and stuffed her hand forcefully into the bulky collar, "Take it yourself. If you truly don’t have the strength, I can only offend you."

Xiao Lingqiu trembled with rage.

To think the Empress Dowager of a nation had to endure such humiliation.

She wished she could dismember the man before her on the spot and throw him into a pot of oil to feed the dogs.

Jiang Shouzhong cared little for the murderous look in her eyes.

Although he already believed she was indeed sent by Yelü Miaomiao to "monitor" him, for safety’s sake, he still needed some evidence to ensure he wasn’t leaving behind a hidden danger.

"Did you get it?"

Jiang Shouzhong impatiently urged.

Xiao Lingqiu coldly replied, "Got it."

Jiang Shouzhong pulled out her arm, and a slightly elliptical jade Token slipped weakly from her hand. Before it hit the ground, Jiang Shouzhong reached out to catch it.

He picked up the warm Token and examined it under the glow of the flowers.

Because he was so close, he could distinctly smell a faint, unique aromatic scent emanating from the Token.

The Token bore Yanrong’s distinctive totems.

The bottom was inscribed with a name.

"Jingjing?"

Jiang Shouzhong’s expression turned strange as he looked at Xiao Lingqiu, "Your name?"

Xiao Lingqiu responded with a soft "Mm."

Jiang Shouzhong turned the Token over and over again, examining it carefully several times. Finally, he dispelled his last trace of doubt and said with a smile, "We’re on the same side, why didn’t you say so earlier."

"I’m tasked with monitoring you—why would I tell you?"

Xiao Lingqiu mocked.

True enough... Jiang Shouzhong tossed the Token back to her, glanced at the still-bleeding wound on her leg, and said, "Hold still, I’ll help you treat your injury."

"No need!"

Xiao Lingqiu coldly refused.

But Jiang Shouzhong had already pulled out the stone shard embedded in the flesh.

"Even if you practice cultivation and aren’t afraid of the wound getting infected, given your current condition, not treating the injury is clearly going to be troublesome."

Jiang Shouzhong discarded the blood-covered shard and pointed at the pool of green liquid, "This place is strange. Who knows what other similar monsters might be lurking in the shadows? If you don’t want to die, don’t act tough."

"Honestly, were it not for you being sent by Miaomiao, I wouldn’t bother saving you, this dead weight. I would’ve just watched you die earlier."

"I won’t die."

Xiao Lingqiu snorted coldly.

She had the blessings of the Rama remains. Even if Zhao Wuxiu arrived, he would find it difficult to kill her.

She had merely been afraid earlier because the spider creature was simply too disgusting. If it had clung to her face, it would undoubtedly inflict a lifetime of psychological trauma.

However, she still didn’t dare to stay in this eerie place.

"So stubborn."

Jiang Shouzhong chuckled, lifting the hem of her skirt and tearing a three-inch slit in her silk trousers near the injured area.

On smooth, silk-like white skin was a glaring wound.

"What are you doing!?"

Xiao Lingqiu exclaimed in shock.

Jiang Shouzhong replied irritably, "What are you yelling about? Rest assured, I’m not interested in you."

The man pulled out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and waved it in front of her, "The finest Healing Medicine from the Wanshou Mountains and Rivers. Priceless. It was a gift from my master—I guess you’re getting a bargain."

Jiang Shouzhong sprinkled some medicinal powder onto her wound and tore a strip from his sleeve to crudely bandage it.

In that moment, Xiao Lingqiu felt torn—she couldn’t be angry, nor could she express gratitude.

From the moment she understood the world, she had never exposed even an inch of skin below the waist to any man, not even on her wedding night. Yet the man she most despised had now caught sight of it.

But he was indeed earnestly helping her treat her injuries.

Her feelings were a tangled mess.

"Come, I’ll carry you. Let’s keep looking for an exit," Jiang Shouzhong offered while attempting to help her up.

"Don’t touch me!"

Xiao Lingqiu commanded.

Jiang Shouzhong felt a bit displeased at her repeated refusals, "So you really plan to stay here? If that’s the case, fine, then stay—I’ll go find the exit."

"You..."

Xiao Lingqiu was fuming.

Years of governance had forged her into someone who concealed her emotions with deep, impenetrable self-control. No matter how infuriating the situation, she always maintained a composed demeanor.

But encountering this scoundrel Jiang Shouzhong had truly pushed her past her breaking point.

She felt completely cornered by him.

Of course, she couldn’t entirely blame him—she was clearly in a passive situation, unable to move, surrounded by terrifying monsters. Staying behind was simply not an option.

"So silence is consent?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked.

Seeing her biting her lip without saying a word, Jiang Shouzhong helped her stand, inevitably making physical contact.

Especially when the man’s hand supported her underarm—Xiao Lingqiu could feel the edge of her sensitive area being lightly pressed against. Shame and rage churned within her.

It was her first time engaging in such close contact with a man.

Amidst the overwhelming disgust and rejection, a faint, inexplicable quickening of her heart emerged.

Jiang Shouzhong quickly bent over to carry her on his back.

As the woman lay against his back, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but muse.

The weight.

It was substantial.

The man recalled a saying—

"Great volume is great virtue."

Compared to the women around him, even Ran Qingchen would have to yield slightly in this regard.

——

Capital, underground palace, inside the Blood Pool.

The color of the Blood Pool had changed from a chilling crimson to a pale, transparent hue, resembling ordinary water.

Ran Qingchen remained kneeling tightly on the central stone platform.

Unlike before, her appearance had undergone a complete transformation.

Her jet-black hair had turned blood-red. Her skin had whitened to a nearly translucent pallor, devoid of any trace of vitality or health.

Her slender eyes were delicately shaded with dark shadows, like a meticulously painted masterpiece. Her lips were no longer their usual cherry red but instead presented a deep, eerie black, lending her an even more alluring, dark radiance.

Ran Qingchen was still stunningly beautiful, but hers was no longer a mortal beauty—it was steeped in a mysterious, ominous allure.

"Is it done?"

Not far away, Emperor Zhou Chang couldn’t hide his excitement.

The old grand astrologer nodded, "Far smoother than we expected. Judging by the formation, this girl has completely transformed into a Shura. It’s best to wait another two days—once the Blood Gu fully integrates into her bloodline, Your Majesty will become her sole master."

"When will Yan Changqing arrive?"

Zhou Chang suddenly inquired.

The old grand astrologer replied, "Probably tomorrow."

Seeing the Emperor’s flickering gaze, the astrologer hesitated, then offered quiet counsel:

"Your Majesty, this is no time for recklessness. Releasing the Shura prematurely could lead to unforeseen complications. Leave Yan Changqing to Zhao Wuxiu—Your Majesty, just wait patiently."

"What a pity."

Zhou Chang sighed, ultimately abandoning any thoughts of orchestrating a tragic father-daughter drama.

Gazing at the cold, enchanting Ran Qingchen, Zhou Chang took a step closer, getting within three zhang of her.

The old grand astrologer’s face changed as he moved to intervene, but Zhou Chang stopped him with a wave.

"Relax, I know what I’m doing."

Zhou Chang smiled.

Ran Qingchen slowly lifted her delicate face, her icy, profound gaze fixed on Zhou Chang while black mist swirled around her.

"Are you Ran Qingchen, or the Asura Queen?"

Zhou Chang continued to approach while speaking.

When he reached within one zhang of her, Ran Qingchen suddenly lunged at him. The surrounding black mist condensed into countless invisible blades and surged forward.

But in the next instant, several iron chains appeared in midair.

The woman’s limbs and body were tightly restrained.

At the same time, countless Spirit Talismans slammed onto her, eliciting agonized screams.

"A Shura is always a Shura—wild and untamed."

Zhou Chang chuckled, "No matter whether you’re Ran Qingchen or the Asura Queen, from now on, I am your only master. And you are the blade in my hand."

With that, Zhou Chang turned and left.

The chains retracted on their own, and the woman collapsed onto the stone platform, shivering and convulsing.

As Zhou Chang’s figure slowly disappeared behind the doorway, and as the door closed, the pain on her face gradually faded, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.