Chapter 19
Xi Yunliu somehow managed to settle down in the nearest palace to Qiyang Palace.
As soon as Yingning returned to the palace, she received a voice from the communication jade tablet:
"Come to Chonghua Palace." Li Ziqing's voice was extremely calm.
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Li Ziqing's Chonghua Palace is located at the highest peak of the Sword Sect, and no one usually goes there to disturb him.
When Yingning entered Chonghua Palace, she saw Li Ziqing sitting under a peach tree in full bloom.
"Master."
"Okay, have a seat." Li Ziqing's gaze swept over the seat in front of him.
After Yingning sat down, she saw Li Ziqing playing chess by himself.
In the battle between the black and white pieces, the black pieces have already fallen into a disadvantageous position.
With his beautifully crafted right hand, he placed another white piece on the chessboard.
"Master summoned me here, is there something you need?" Ying Ning picked up a black chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"Thanks to Master's Nine Flame Pearl, my body is now completely healed."
"That's good."
Li Ziqing stopped speaking and focused on placing a white piece.
Yingning followed.
While Ying Ning lowered her head, Li Ziqing's gaze lingered on Ying Ning's fair neck without leaving a trace, and a hint of emotion appeared in his eyes.
Li Ziqing only looked away when she felt a tightness in her chest.
These past two days, I've kept thinking about how she cried that night.
He might even find himself wanting to see her.
By the time he realized what was happening, he had already sent her a telepathic message.
Throughout the game of chess, Li Ziqing seemed to be testing his own heart, quietly watching the woman in crimson before him.
One person held the white pieces, and the other held the black pieces; neither of them spoke.
Beside the chessboard where peach blossoms are slowly falling, they play quietly, each with their own thoughts.
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After Yingning left, Li Ziqing informed the sect that he would be going into seclusion for a while.
Suddenly, 67's voice appeared: "Master, Li Ziqing has descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation."
Yingning had already sensed that Li Ziqing was acting strangely today, and now she realized what was going on.
He claimed to be in seclusion, but in reality, he went to undergo a tribulation.
"It seems he's realized his own feelings."
"Master, what do you mean?"
“Li Ziqing summoned me here today only to test himself to see if he harbored any improper thoughts. You see, once he made up his mind, he immediately chose to descend to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation and eliminate those thoughts.”
"Then, Master, should we wait for him to return from his tribulation?"
"By the time he returns from his tribulation, I'm afraid I'll have no chance."
[Li Ziqing wants to use the tribulation to rid himself of his desires, but that won't do.]
Yingning was comfortably soaking in the pool of Qiyang Palace. Thinking of this, she smiled faintly, raising her eyes to look at the starry night outside the palace, a hint of decadence flashing in her eyes. (Yes, she was bathing fully clothed because she was afraid of the cold.)
Since it's already in our grasp, why struggle so desperately?
Yingning was just wondering where to find the fire when Li Ziqing delivered himself to her doorstep.
"Master, in that case, should we follow Li Ziqing now?"
No rush.
Li Ziqing is still just a child in the mortal world, so there's no need to rush things.
[Trying to escape?]
It's not that easy.
"Someone's coming, Master." 67's voice suddenly appeared in his mind again.
The words had barely left his mouth.
"Splash!"
A sound of water.
A powerful male body entered the water.
He carried a faint smell of alcohol, which raised the temperature of the pool.
The man walked into the water, seemingly only then noticing that there was a woman in the water.
He paused for a moment, but instead of avoiding suspicion and choosing to leave immediately, he allowed his hormone-fueled body to immerse itself in the water.
The man was submerged from the waist down in the water.
He approached Ying Ning, showing no concern for his half-exposed clothes, and directly pressed himself against her.
He gently raised his strong right arm, his fingertips pinching Yingning's chin. His fox-like eyes, shrouded in a faint mist, stared at the face before him for a long time.
The hoarse voice finally appeared:
"Whose little fairy is this, throwing herself into my palace?"
His long, slender right hand slid down Yingning's chin to her neck, and continued to slowly move downwards.
The soft, delicate touch beneath his fingertips made him reluctant to let go, and his hands began to linger around the woman's slender waist.
The nine-tailed fox clan is the most beautiful.
Qilian is one of the top nine-tailed foxes in the clan.
Although he had drunk some wine and couldn't see very clearly, the person in front of him seemed somewhat familiar.
This woman had phoenix eyes and delicate lips, and her face was stunningly beautiful. Every smile and frown of hers could make people fall in love with her.
Could it really be someone I know?
Yingning gently grasped the hands that were causing trouble around her waist and slowly brought them close to Qilianzhi's ear.
The warm breath brushed against Qi Lianzhi's earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through him.
The nine-tailed fox, with reddened eyes, was aroused by the scene of Ying Ning bathing in water, and instantly became aroused.
The nine-tailed fox clan has very high requirements for the appearance of their mates, and it is rare for them to find one they like.
However, once you've set your sights on someone, you'll never let the opportunity slip away.
With a gentle pull, Qi Lianzhi drew Ying Ning into his arms.
He nodded slightly, moved closer to the woman in front of him, and looked at her lips with his captivating fox-like eyes.
This person's appearance was unusually pleasing to the eye.
A woman's voice, filled with laughter, reached his ears, almost completely dispelling his drunkenness.
"haven't seen you for a long time,
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