Chaotic World Book

Tang Wanju still had to pay the price for her self-destructive actions... because she really didn't possess the Vermilion Bird Burn, and in this area, she was simply not on the same level.

The Vermilion Bird truly didn't expect that after being smug about holding back her unruly apprentice's hand last night, she would turn around and be subjected to the same treatment, feeling incredibly frustrated.

Enduring the situation grudgingly, after Zhao Changhe finally let her go and turned towards Tang Wanju, the Vermilion Bird leaned to the side to rest for a moment, observing Tang Wanju's shy demeanor, the demon fire in her eyes flared up.

Then she bent down and kissed Tang Wanju on the lips.

Tang Wanju stared wide-eyed, utterly dumbfounded.

"Little beauty..." The Vermilion Bird's eyes sparkled with a strange light, her fingers sliding down from Tang Wanju's cheek, gently tracing over her jade-like body: "Did you know? I've wanted to do this to you for a long time, watching you become disheveled... Since you're being reckless..."

As she spoke, her red lips moved downward, kissing Tang Wanju's tender neck.

Tang Wanju was completely tense. Poor Miss Tang had only ever imagined these scenarios in passing, never considering the possibility of mutual scheming, let alone the idea that men might enjoy it even more because of it.

As a result, caught in this two-front attack, she collapsed utterly and entirely.

—A battle to the finish, with Tang Wanju ultimately declared defeated. But as the one who drew the other into this battlefield, Tang Wanju claimed ultimate victory.

It was hard to say who truly won or lost; perhaps it would take a long time to determine, such as who would have a child first?

That was a matter for the far future...

No one knew how long the battle lasted.

The court meeting time was quite early, and it didn't end late. It had started while it was still morning, and now the sun had moved away from the zenith, deep into the afternoon.

Hours slipped away in these tedious matters, with the three sages lying flat with thin blankets, staring at the ceiling, leading outsiders to believe they were reflecting.

In truth, both the Prime Minister and the General were exhausted... also, the effect of this dual cultivation was stronger than any previous occasion.

Zhao Changhe originally thought that in terms of cultivation technique compatibility, Tang Wanju and Huangfu Qing were not as complementary as water and fire; in this aspect, San Niang was the true match. But in practice, he found some obvious connections.

For the Tan family ancestors had always comprehended martial arts through observing flowing water, their study of water surpassing even that of light. All of the Tang family's martial arts training contained changes as continuous as small bridges over flowing streams, and carried imagery as serene and gentle as Gusu's Tai Lake. If there was a difference with San Niang, it was between gentle streams and raging seas. San Niang lacked Tang Wanju's delicacy and gentleness. On the contrary, Tang Wanju and the Vermilion Bird's opposition was more aligned with the usual concept of water and fire clashing.

This cycle of dual cultivation brought a sudden minor improvement to all three's cultivation, slightly bridging the deficiencies in the two women's cultivation techniques, with benefits unforeseen by all participants, leaving them uninterested in arguing for a long time after.

After a while, Zhao Changhe finally suggested: "Shall we get up and eat?"

Huangfu Qing responded lazily: "Too full of qi, can't eat."

It was unclear whether she was too full of qi or food. Meanwhile, Tang Wanju glanced over with her beautiful eyes, as if to say, I should be the one upset, disgusted by your kiss.

Huangfu Qing also glanced at her, lazily saying: "Some people look delectable, but eating them is just so-so, unlike San Niang's plush comfort, or Chichi's youthful charm."

Tang Wanju burst out laughing from anger: "That's Xuanwu and Your Majesty, not you, what are you so proud of?"

Huangfu Qing snorted and fell silent. She had initially intended to say one must be blind to be attracted, but upon reflection, realized it couldn't be said, for her figure and Tang Wanju's were almost identical. To insult Tang Wanju was to insult herself. Her advantage lay in her waist and leg's elastic beauty, whereas Tang Wanju was smoother like cream. She wasn't sure which men preferred more, but to voice such a comparison was too degrading, so better to close her mouth.

As expected, Tang Wanju didn't let her off, sneering: "I never expected that the Vermilion Bird Venerable would be comparing who is more comfortable with others, as if all her life's strategizing was to elevate her worth, huh?"

Luckily, Huangfu Qing had expected this coming jab and calmly replied: "Who was it who suggested having a battle in bed... If you want a fight, do it thoroughly; you start it, others can't fight back?"

Just as the two were about to square off, they simultaneously felt their buns being squeezed.

Both flinched a little, turning to glare at the man between them.

Zhao Changhe sighed: "This might be our last crazy day in the Capital..."

The two women paused, then heard Bao Qin's voice from the door: "Miss, the Ministry of War sent a report. The last batch of military supplies from Langya has arrived at the storehouse. Also, a few people from the Alien Clan have arrived, said to be sent by the King Zhao from Dali."

The two women squinted, aware that Zhao Changhe hadn't stopped surveying the surroundings during the moment, although without relying on the Underground Sky Dome, he couldn't see too far, but he was capable of overseeing the movements within the entire Capital.

Likely as they argued, he was calmly watching as a lone rider rushed from Langya into the Capital, and several figures flew swiftly with eagles from the southwest, feeling inexplicable emotions.

The letter to Dali had just been sent; it wasn't received, indicating it wasn't the reason for their arrival, but rather the Spirit Clan maidens had already passed on the message days ago when he couldn't find Sisi, who had long since instructed the Spirit Clan beast tamers to head for the Capital without further delay.

With all military necessities prepared, it signaled the impending day of the northward expedition.