She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 253: Dew Affection, Mind Your Own Business Less

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Dew Affection, Mind Your Own Business Less

After Fu Mingyue made her escape through the tunnels, Yan Wanqing and Xiao Pingfeng did not pursue her again, instead they found two upper-class rooms at Mingyue Fragrance to rest for the night.

Why two rooms?

Xiao Pingfeng had some reservations about this.

Yan Wanqing patted his shoulder.

"Don’t be so strict about everything. If we don’t give them any opportunities, wouldn’t our trip here be a waste?"

It indeed wasn’t a waste.

Driven by the two men’s recent brawl downstairs and that hefty bag of silver, the girls at Mingyue Fragrance were still keen to flit to their rooms.

The singing and dancing brought peace, accompanied by dulcimers and flutes, beauties and wine. Soon the moon rose above the willow tops, and Yan Wanqing lay unmoving on the table, clearly deep in slumber.

After a while,

The beauty in red by the neighboring table, rubbing her brows and visibly tipsy, tried to rouse Yan Wanqing with a gentle prod.

"Sir? Sir!"

Yan Wanqing, like a dead pig, did not stir, the reek of alcohol so strong that it made the beauty wrinkle her brow instantly.

"What a drinker!" The floor was littered with wine bottles, nowhere to step!

Now, the drowsy look on the red-dressed beauty’s face had completely vanished, and feeling somewhat uneasy, she reached out again to hold Yan Wanqing’s nose.

Yan Wanqing initially did not react, but after a while, perhaps due to running out of air in her chest, she raised her hand and slapped the beauty’s hand.

Only a crisp "smack!" echoed.

The woman in red sucked in a cool breath, hastily pulling her hand back to her lips and blowing on it.

After the pain subsided, she almost slapped Yan Wanqing, lifting her hand into the air then hesitating, she lowered it back down.

What if she woke her up?

Drunkards can be troublesome to deal with.

The woman in red stood up, nudging the nearby beauties with her toe, none of whom responded.

She snorted coldly, "Useless things, even this little drink knocks you out."

It seemed the Divine Church of Light would need to recruit more disciples with good liquor tolerance in the future.

The woman in red removed the tightly fitted human skin mask, revealing the true face underneath, clearly showing it was Fu Mingyue, who had escaped earlier.

There was still a red swelling on the right cheek where Yan Wanqing had hit her that afternoon.

Thinking about this made Fu Mingyue’s blood boil.

She clapped her hands.

Then clapped again.

She clapped three rhythmic slaps.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"How is next door?" Fu Mingyue asked the man before her, Abiao.

Abiao’s expression was stern, the naive demeanor from earlier in the day completely gone.

"The same," he spoke succinctly.

Fu Mingyue hummed in acknowledgment, "Keep that man for me."

Abiao, upon hearing this, knew what she was thinking.

"That man is the Crown Prince of Dawei. Don’t cause trouble for the Sect Hierarch," Abiao scoffed coldly.

Fu Mingyue was not intimidated in the slightest. She stepped closer to Abiao, "You and I, as Left and Right Protectors of the Divine Church of Light, are equals. What right do you have to lecture me?"

"Besides, after tasting the delights of Fu Mingyue, which man hasn’t fallen at my feet?" she said with a suggestive gaze.

Abiao’s face turned livid.

"I am also nurturing my powers. That Crown Prince’s profound Inner Strength, if made to serve me, would be of great merit to our Divine Church of Light. Abiao, I hope you can keep your personal feelings at bay," Fu Mingyue said, cradling her own cheek, her eyes seductively playful.

Abiao knew she had always been obsessed with male beauty, and the Crown Prince of Dawei, with his superior appearance, was an even more precious treasure to her.

"Suit yourself!" Abiao said harshly before walking over to the table, grabbing Yan Wanqing in a single motion, and hoisting her onto his back. As he passed by Fu Mingyue, he spoke again, "Don’t think that just because you wear that face, identical to his, you can do whatever you want. The Sect Hierarch is already losing patience with you, and Shen Shuyun’s appearance is the best proof of that."

Upon hearing Shen Shuyun’s name, Fu Mingyue’s expression instantly darkened.

"I don’t need your reminder!" she retorted coldly.

What Shen Shuyun was worth, now entirely in her hands, could easily be crushed at any moment.

Seeing the murderous intent in Fu Mingyue’s eyes, Abiao warned, "He is special to the Sect Hierarch, so just be mindful and behave yourself."

With the conversation reaching this point, the rest of the path was Fu Mingyue’s own choice.

Abiao felt he had done all that was morally required.

As for that fleeting romantic encounter that night, he had given a well-meaning warning.

But at that moment, Fu Mingyue was not listening.

Abiao, carrying Yan Wanqing on his back, headed outside.

Fu Mingyue watched their retreating backs, her hands clutching her skirt and tearing a fierce rip.

Hearing the sound of the fabric tearing, she finally felt somewhat relieved.

Pulling out a small copper mirror from her sleeve, she carefully examined her face, very beautiful.

Yet in this world, there were two people sharing the same face as hers.

Thinking of this, Fu Mingyue felt nauseous.

She threw the mirror carelessly onto the ground.

Then she arrived outside Xiao Pingfeng’s door...

On Abiao’s back, Yan Wanqing was jostled left and right, summoning all her courage and endurance to refrain from vomiting outright.

Depending on her iron-willed determination, she hung upside down on Abiao’s broad back, memorized all the routes, and then passed out in relief.

Before passing out, she thought hazily.

If Xiao Pingfeng really had something going on with Fu Mingyue, she would cut him off...

Now she was finally about to meet a central figure of the Divine Church of Light.

When Yan Wanqing regained consciousness, she heard the gentle scraping of a tea lid against a cup.

The tinkling sound between the tea and the tea lid was very light, soothing.

So soothing that she felt for a moment she was back among her brothers and sister.

She opened her eyes.

She saw Yan Li’an.

"Now that you’re awake, come and try my tea," he said without raising his head.

Yan Wanqing straightened up, rubbed her eyes, and without any pretense, walked over to his side.

"Good tea," she said, raising the tea cup to her nose for a light smell.

Yan Li’an was good at many things, but making tea was not one of them.

The tea at that moment, its color murky and unrefined, its aroma rich but slightly worldly, truly wasted such good tea leaves.

Yan Li’an watched her lie without blinking, and then set down his hands: "It’s your turn."

Yan Wanqing, without humility, took the tea set from his hands: "Then this little sister will brew some tea for our brother to drink, and we can have a good chat about our Divine Church of Light."

At the mention of the Divine Church of Light, a deep meaning flashed in Yan Li’an’s eyes: "Truly, one should not underestimate you, Princess Anping."

Hearing Yan Li’an address her as Commandery Princess, there was still a trace of dimness in Yan Wanqing’s eyes.

It seemed her brother had not regained his memory yet.

"Saint Heir, it’s mutual," Yan Wanqing said with a curved eye, looking straight at Yan Li’an: "We are both millennia-old foxes; let’s not mock each other."

"To leave Xiliang City without saying goodbye, brother, you really broke my heart."