Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me

Outside the Yunqi Palace in Qingmiao Palace, under the verdant trees near the main gate, Zhu Nanzhi had been sitting all night.

It wasn't that she didn't want to leave, but the array barrier surrounding Yunqi Palace had been activated.

As the Holy Daughter, she could originally ignore all barriers of Qingmiao Palace, but the barrier set by her Master yesterday forbade anyone from entering or leaving, so forcing through would certainly trigger a response.

Even if the Master was immersed in such emotions, she would definitely be startled.

So, the safest way was to wait until the Master was finished, then pretend to be anxiously concerned for her.

Zhu Nanzhi was very familiar with the feeling of emptiness after it's over...

So she waited and waited, until the sun set, and rose again.

And then... she listened to the Master's voice all night.

Listening, Zhu Nanzhi naturally felt uneasy; after all, it was completely unabashed.

But she did nothing.

Because in her view, everything of hers belonged to her husband, and doing anything outside of that would be disrespectful to him.

Thus, Zhu Nanzhi carved three sculptures of her husband through the night, until the sun finally rose, and the commotion inside the room disappeared.

Zhu Nanzhi glanced at the sleeping quarters, curious about what her husband was playing with Qingyue.

But she didn't think too deeply about it, after all, her Master should soon recover.

She packed her things and quietly moved to the courtyard gate, ready to rush in with a worried face once the barrier disappeared.

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In the sleeping palace of Yunqi Palace, Xiao Yinruo knelt on the soft white couch, her thighs trembling slightly; she supported herself against the wall, her forehead resting on the back of her hand, with most of her wet hair sticking to her face, revealing only faint glimpses of inviting red lips gasping open and closed.

With her long hair flowing, eyes tightly shut, and faint gasps slipping through her lips, the redness on her face spread down to her fair and tender torso.

A few strands of sleek black hair couldn't hide Xiao Yinruo's snow-white, slender neck, accentuated by her deep, graceful breathing, revealing a seductive allure as her collarbones became more apparent, and her chest heaved subtly.

At this moment, Xiao Yinruo's fragrant, voluptuous body glistened with a unique tenderness and smoothness in the morning light, highlighting her sensuality and grace like a ripe peach.

Yet, the tightly furrowed brows on her face and her translucent, slightly pinkish skin lent an air of vulnerable beauty.

When all the peculiar feelings in her body faded, Xiao Yinruo's jade arm, propped against the wall, slowly slid down as she instinctively collapsed onto the bed, flipping to lie flat.

But the next second, shame and pain flashed in her peach blossom eyes as she quickly turned to her side, curling up, gripping her buttocks with her hands amidst her slight trembles.

It hurt too much!

She bit her lip, softly shivering, her snow-white skin spread on the bed, she shivered again, withdrawing one hand to protect her chest.

An overwhelming sensation, as if her body were falling apart, coursed through her entire being, uncomfortable... yet carrying an uncanny feeling.

Xiao Yinruo curled her body tightly, every inch of her skin strained as if only this could alleviate the pain.

But she dared neither to lie prone nor to lie flat, as a whole afternoon and night passed, yet only two places hurt the most.

After her breath had steadied for a while, Xiao Yinruo finally regained some composure, a trace of bewilderment flickering in her moist peach blossom eyes.

She couldn't understand.

Why could the pain be transmitted back from Mu Qingyue's side?

Clearly, the 'empathy technique' set for Qingyue wasn't supposed to convey pain!

And pain aside, there was another unbelievably intense feeling nestled within this pain!

Xiao Yinruo couldn't comprehend why Mu Qingyue could extract the essence of a wedding night from the pain!

Because of the interwoven emotions, she had undergone an unforgettable night.

Since stepping onto the Immortal Path, she had never experienced such 'pain'... yet this pain carried emotions more intense than those when empathizing with Wan Yu.

Which led to herself...

Xiao Yinruo clenched the bed sheets, her eyes reflecting utter shame and anger.

It was like a whole night of rain seeping through the roof.

She, the dignified Qingmiao Palace Master, had ended up in such a disheveled state...

Since stepping onto the cultivation path, when had she ever laid on a bed without clothes?

Yet last night... the heat spread through her body, involuntarily shedding her robes, and then...

Recalling how she maintained a prone position due to Qingyue's influence since nightfall yesterday, Xiao Yinruo's body trembled even more.

This was too strange!

Clearly, the empathy technique was meant to share emotions, not actions!

Xiao Yinruo gripped the bed sheets, closing her eyes at the embarrassing image of herself, grateful that no one knew... hmm?

Wanyu knew about her empathy, could she have indulged in guessing her state last night?

No, probably not, after all, she wouldn't want me to become infatuated with Jin'an either...

But that child Jin'an is really...

Xiao Yinruo curled up even more, her hands inadvertently pressing against her soft belly.

She felt somewhat annoyed in her heart.

Why could Jin'an even toss around Qingyue like that?

Did he consider Qingyue's feelings?

And Wanyu... didn't she know to stop him?

Poor Qingyue...

'I'm pretty pitiable too.'

Xiao Yinruo mused silently, suddenly opening her eyes with a flash of panic.

Would Jin'an continue to treat Qingyue like this in the future?

Wouldn't that mean more torment for her?

She regretted following her friend's advice, casting the empathy technique on Qingyue, causing her current state.