"Even the Holy Realm isn't enough?"
Ye Qiu's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the Empress in shock.
The Empress smiled slightly: "Don't ask too many questions."
"Alright, I was too shallow. Goodbye, I'm not playing with you anymore."
Ye Qiu got up and finally left the underground palace, returning to Zulong City.
"Oh dear, I thought you were going to stay down there for the rest of your life."
It wasn't hard to detect a hint of sourness in Beitang Yu's seemingly amused Tao Kan.
Ye Qiu pinched Beitang Yu's cheek and said with a smile, "The Empress and I are innocent, don't overthink it."
"Oh my, I haven't even said that you and the Empress have an improper relationship yet, and you've already admitted it yourself. That's incredible, Brother Ye."
Beitang Yu gave a thumbs up.
"You little brat, you're asking for it." Ye Qiu pulled Bei Tangyu over and slapped her on the buttocks.
Of course, Ye Qiu's strength was very light.
It was more like a caress than a beating.
Beitang Yujiao snorted, "You bad guy, you only dare to bully us, why don't you dare to confront the ground..."
"Xiaoyu, I'm so hungry, go get me something to eat."
Murong Qingcheng suddenly interrupted Beitang Yu.
Beitang Yu suddenly realized that her words were a bit inappropriate, so she quickly said, "Then I'll go cook you some noodles."
"Go ahead, go ahead," Murong Qingcheng said gently.
"Okay."
Beitang Yu gave Murong Qingcheng a grateful look before quickly leaving.
"Junior brother, what's the deal with that person in the underground palace? I mean, is she a threat to you?" Murong Qingcheng asked.
"There's no threat, don't worry."
"Okay." Murong Qingcheng didn't say anything more.
"Third Senior Sister, you're not jealous too, are you?"
Ye Qiu asked in a low voice.
"No way." Murong Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Ye Qiu: "Besides, if I were really jealous, could I handle it? Ever since you came here, you've been flirting with other women. Even after you came here alone, you're still the same. There's no point in being jealous of you."
"Oh, judging from your tone, it seems like you're implying that."
"Say that again and I'll beat you to death." Murong Qingcheng said, blushing and annoyed, raising her small pink fist.
"Go ahead and hit me. I'd be happy to get a beating from my third senior sister."
Ye Qiu leaned closer.
"Stop joking around." Murong Qingcheng reached out and cupped Ye Qiu's face, pinching it twice before whispering with a smile, "Third Senior Sister wouldn't bear to hit you."
"Third Senior Sister, let's find a place to catch up properly alone," Ye Qiu said.
"You don't have any other bad intentions, do you?" Lucia asked with a smile.
"How could that be? My third senior sister and I are absolutely pure and innocent." Ye Qiu said righteously.
"Yeah?"
Lucia looked at Murong Qingcheng, only to find that Murong Qingcheng's pretty face was suddenly covered with frost.
"Third Senior Sister, let's go."
"I'm not going." Murong Qingcheng said with a straight face, "Go find someone else to catch up with. I don't want to talk to you any more for now."
"Why did you suddenly have a relapse?" Ye Qiu frowned.
"None of your business."
Murong Qingcheng left alone, her steps quick.
"What's wrong with her?" Ye Qiu asked, puzzled. "She was fine just now."
"You, who have seen countless women, can't even see through this?" The Imperial Tutor's Consort said with a faint smile, "Clearly, your words offended her."
Which sentence?
"Think for yourself, I'm leaving too."
The Imperial Tutor's Consort waved her hand and drifted away.
“Silly husband, you just said that your relationship with Third Senior Sister was pure and innocent. Did that offend her?” Lucia said.
"I see." Ye Qiu stroked his chin. "Looks like I'll have to coax her a bit."
"Go quickly. You know perfectly well that her feelings for you go beyond just a senior sister's love for her junior brother, yet you still say things that hurt her feelings."
"I'll go take a look."
Ye Qiu chased after Murong Qingcheng in the direction she had left.
In a secluded place, Ye Qiu caught up with Murong Qingcheng.
"Third Senior Sister, wait a moment."
Ye Qiu pulled Murong Qingcheng back.
Murong Qingcheng did not shake off Ye Qiu's hand, but asked Ye Qiu very seriously: "Am I that much worse than Lucia, Beitang Yu, or the Imperial Tutor's Consort and Lin Qingzhu?"
“No, in my heart, you are unique. No one can replace you, and you don’t need to compare yourself to anyone,” Ye Qiu said.
"Then why can you accept Beitang Yu, Lucia, and the Imperial Tutor's Consort? You can even spend days being intimate with an old woman of unknown age in the underground palace, but you can't even look at me properly?" Murong Qingcheng stared at Ye Qiu.
"What are you saying?" Ye Qiu said, "Third Senior Sister, from the first day I arrived at Zu Long Mountain, I've wanted to sleep with you. Tell me, do I have feelings for you?"
"Pah, I don't believe you." Murong Qingcheng said, "It's been almost ten years, and you still haven't slept with me?"
"Do you want to?" Ye Qiu asked with a smile.
I'm ignoring you.
Murong Qingcheng turned her head away.
Ye Qiu reached out and casually put his arm around Murong Qingcheng's slender waist, whispering in her ear, "So, tonight, will you leave the door open for me?"
“If I leave the door open for you and you don’t come, I’ll ignore you from now on. I’m serious, do you dare?” Murong Qingcheng turned her head slightly and glared at Ye Qiu.
"You dare? See you tonight?"
"Um..."
Murong Qingcheng nodded slightly, a hint of shyness in her eyes.
"I'm leaving now?"
"Go ahead, but let me remind you one more time: if you dare to break your promise tonight, I'll never speak to you again," Murong Qingcheng couldn't help but remind her.
"Alright, let's go."
Ye Qiu waved and walked away quickly.
Murong Qingcheng returned to her room in high spirits, filled a tub with hot water, lay down inside, gently splashing the water, a joyful smile on her lips.
After soaking for a while, Murong Qingcheng raised one of her long legs, bent down and gently sniffed the air, her cheeks slightly flushed as she murmured to herself, "It smells so good. Junior Brother should like it, right?"
As she spoke, Murong Qingcheng held her breasts again, already imagining some scenarios in her mind. She just hoped that the sky would darken quickly and that her beloved junior brother would arrive soon.
Time began to slow down for Murong Qingcheng.
After enduring until darkness fell, Murong Qingcheng finally heard someone knock on the door.
"Is that Ye Qiu?"
Having changed into a semi-transparent gauze dress, Murong Qingcheng suppressed her inner turmoil and asked cautiously.
"No, Sister Murong, I am Lucia. My husband said he is not coming and is going to stay with Beitang Yu."
A voice came from outside.
Upon hearing this, Murong Qingcheng's heart sank: "Fine, I understand, Lucia, I won't invite you in."
Her tone was very calm, but her fists were clenched so tightly that she was ready to kill.
Little did they know, the person outside the door wasn't Lucia at all, but Ye Qiu imitating Lucia's voice perfectly...
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