For some reason, Xue Xiaoxuan took a special liking to Zhang Feng, who was over forty years old at the time.
Keep in mind that the two are nearly twenty years apart in age.
Zhang Feng is not much younger than Xue Xiaoxuan's father.
Without a doubt, the Xue family naturally rejected the marriage proposal. At the time, there were even rumors that a certain important figure from the Sword God Palace had taken a liking to Xue Xiaoxuan and wanted her to become his granddaughter-in-law.
This is undoubtedly a stroke of good luck, a chance to achieve instant success.
However, Zhang Feng ruined this good thing.
When the Xue family forcibly recalled Xue Xiaoxuan, she had already lost her virginity to Zhang Feng. The Xue family went to war with Tianfeng Pavilion at all costs, and both sides suffered heavy losses. However, Xue Xiaoxuan's marriage could only be arranged in this way.
After marrying his beautiful wife, Zhang Feng cherished her like a treasure. He stayed home all day doing his work, but unfortunately, the two had been married for several years and still had no children.
Even Yang Qiu himself felt that this was a golden opportunity for him.
then……
Nightfall
Tianfeng Pavilion Master Zhang Feng's bedroom
On the table, a bright red candle burned quietly, its leaping sparks like tongues of fire illuminating the long-lost darkness.
Red lights, red chairs, red tables, and red cloth.
The atmosphere inside the room was very warm and cozy.
Beside the table, a beautiful woman sat gracefully. Beneath the long sleeves of her robe, her stunning figure was faintly visible, and her fair and delicate skin was like solidified cream.
The leaping flames illuminated her face, making her look like someone who had stepped out of a painting, breathtakingly beautiful.
But there wasn't a trace of a smile on the beauty's face; she was so cold it seemed like she could crumble.
In front of him stood a man silently, a bitter smile on his lips, his handsome face filled with helplessness.
Amidst this helplessness, extremely complex emotions flowed.
Neither of them spoke.
The beauty was none other than Xue Xiaoxuan.
The man was Zhang Feng.
The atmosphere slowly froze.
Zhang Feng hesitated for a moment before tentatively saying, "Xiao Xuan, Yang Qiu... has arrived."
As he spoke, he looked at Xue Xiaoxuan and saw her calm face. He couldn't help but feel relieved, but then he felt a little sad.
Upon hearing this, the light in Xue Xiaoxuan's beautiful eyes dimmed little by little, and she said in a clear voice, "I am your wife."
“I know, just this once, the Holy Lord has promised me. As long as you stay with him, he can help me break through to the Saint Realm. You know, this is the realm I've always dreamed of. You could say this is the closest I've ever been to the Saint Realm. For the sake of our many years as husband and wife, please, just this once, okay?”
Zhang Feng spoke with utmost humility.
Coupled with his handsome appearance, anyone who saw him would probably be too soft-hearted to resist and would agree immediately.
However, the content of his words was so chilling that it made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Xue Xiaoxuan's eyes reddened, and she said softly, "I am your wife."
I'll say it again.
But the emotions are much more complicated than before.
At this moment, Zhang Feng dared not look at Xue Xiaoxuan's face, fearing that if he softened his heart, all his previous efforts would be in vain. So he gritted his teeth, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed to her.
“Xiao Xuan, I know I’m worthless, but this concerns the fate of my Tianfeng Pavilion and my future. I hope you, Madam, will understand the greater good and lend me a hand. Those who do great things should not be concerned with trifles…”
He said these things without even blushing.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, followed by the servant's voice, "Master, the Holy Lord is getting impatient and sent me to urge you. He said that if you don't come within a quarter of an hour, then you don't need to come at all."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng became anxious and hurriedly shouted outside, "Quickly, tell the Holy Lord that I'll be done right away."
"yes."
After the person outside answered "yes," there was no further sound.
Zhang Feng looked up at Xue Xiaoxuan, his face now showing a hint of panic, and his tone becoming more urgent.
He crawled two steps on his knees, placed his hands on Xue Xiaoxuan's knees, and pleaded desperately, "Xiaoxuan, just this once... just this once..."
"I am your wife."
As Xue Xiaoxuan spoke, tears slowly streamed from her clear eyes. She stared blankly ahead, her face somewhat dazed.
She gave the same response every time Zhang Feng spoke.
Perhaps it was the heat of Zhang Feng's palm that burned her, for she finally reacted. She stared blankly at the ground, her pupils slightly unfocused, and after a long while, her eyes gradually focused into a single point.
She stood up, avoiding any physical contact with Zhang Feng, and said with her back to him, "I am your wife, you should think this through..."
"I've thought this through very clearly..."
Seeing that things were taking a turn for the better, Zhang Feng hurriedly said, "Just this once... just this once..."
He said this.
It seems like she's trying to numb herself.
He knew that this kind of thing had definitely happened more than once, and besides, given Yang Qiu's status and his arrogant personality, he wouldn't do something like stealing another man's wife.
However, he insisted on handing it over, solely for his own future.
Xue Xiaoxuan sighed softly, took small steps, and walked out.
At this moment, the distance between them, though seemingly so close, felt to her like the ends of the earth.
The door opened, and Xue Xiaoxuan's figure disappeared into the darkness.
Zhang Feng slumped to the ground, staring blankly ahead. His throat moved several times, his lips trembled, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.
...
Xue Xiaoxuan pushed open the door and went inside.
Expressionless.
At this moment, Yang Qiu, the Holy Lord of Cangyu Holy Land, was sitting at the table. Upon seeing Xue Xiaoxuan, he toasted her and pushed the freshly brewed tea to the other side of the table.
He said casually, "I told you that person was unreliable. See, he still pushed you into my hands."
Xue Xiaoxuan closed the door slowly with a cold face.
She turned and sat down in a chair, downing the scalding hot tea in one gulp. Only then did her gaze fall on Yang Qiu's face. "So, are you mocking me? Because you are Yang Qiu, that's why he's acting this way..."
Even at this point, she was still making excuses for Zhang Feng.
On one hand, it was someone she had loved for so long; on the other hand, she was somewhat unwilling to believe that her judgment was so poor.
Yang Qiu smiled and said, "Even if it's not Yang Qiu, there will be Zhang Qiu or Li Qiu. For him, as long as it can help him become a saint and rise to prominence, believe it or not, even if it's a beast, he will not hesitate to kick you out. You just can't judge people well."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "It's alright. That little girl doesn't have any primal longing for love. It's good that she's come to her senses."
"You mean you're better than him?" Xue Xiaoxuan was extremely disappointed in the man at this moment.
Yang Qiu's words made sense, which is why she was now disheartened and felt indescribably down.
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