"Looks like the blade cos out as the map is unrolled, Sister," you see, this map of Yan Country is kinda long..."
"Huh?"
She tilted her head.
Liu Tangxi would tilt her head whenever she felt puzzled; this gesture didn’t quite match her aloof deanor, but it did make her look playful, sowhat reminiscent of a little girl.
Clearly, the concept of revealing a blade as a map is unrolled didn’t exist in this world.
"Sigh, simply put, it ans that an assassin from Yan Country was ordered to carry out an assassination by presenting a map of his own country, rolling a dagger inside it, and then slowly unfolding the map in front of the throne, finally revealing the dagger."
"So that’s it. Quite an apt description. I didn’t expect such a prestigious Yan Country to have such a history. Did little Yan Fengchun tell you this?"
"Um... sort of."
He could only push all these matters onto his brother.
It was only today that he learned Yan Fengchun was actually a descendant of the Royal Family, a descendant of an offshoot prince. In such a glorious family, naturally, he wasn’t the only child; he had brothers and sisters, but those siblings of his were diocre in talent.
Yan Fengchun was the youngest in the family but also the most talented. Although he had been in Purple Cloud Palace for over a year, he was still not yet of age, making him the most cherished child of the family.
Before knowing his identity, Jiang Feng never wondered about it, but now he knew, so he asked Lu Luo a few more questions. According to Lu Luo, the young prince didn’t co to Purple Cloud Palace solely to pursue the Dao.
It was also for protection.
Because Yan Fengchun had shown outstanding cultivation talents and wisdom in his family, and was humble and well-regarded by his elders in the family, he was already being introduced to various important state officials when he was in his teens.
And he was decent enough, considered to be unsullied despite erging from the muddiest of waters—other Royal Family disciples had so bad habits, but Yan Fengchun clearly didn’t fit the mold of a spoiled disciple. He hadn’t even touched a woman yet, but...
For a young man whose "wings" were not yet fully grown, such behavior might more easily invite trouble.
Seeing Liu Xianzi lying down without any psychological burden, her ample softness at her chest deford slightly, even her top seed to be stretched, but Jiang Feng rely changed his position inconspicuously... um, moved to a different spot.
Then he consciously began to massage her waist.
"Sister, did you go through such a big loop just to recruit a disciple who doesn’t quite fit in with our Swordmaster Peak?"
"Yes."
She nodded without any sense of guilt.
"Is my going on a blind date supposed to lure in the handso n?"
"Yes."
Still as righteous.
Why not seize the chance to find a good match for the junior brother and lure soone into their Mountain Gate? Had her junior brother been a gentleman, she certainly wouldn’t have resorted to such a strategy.
But the question is...
Do you think Jiang Feng looks like a gentleman?
Don’t think she didn’t know, last ti when Jiang Feng accidentally saw her bathing, his eyes were almost bulging out. If she hadn’t turned around, this junior brother might have fetched a small stool and silently sat behind her to watch all night.
"No way, Sister, don’t you feel a bit guilty? Pushing your junior brother into the fire pit? If that lady isn’t virtuous and causes trouble, won’t your junior brother suffer for life in regret and misery!"
He questioned loudly, standing straight with even a hint of a tragic expression.
If he had a reason, he could naturally create trouble; this was what Jiang Feng was best at, but Liu Xianzi answered with a bit of perplexity.
"Suffer for a lifeti? Couldn’t you just marry a few more?"
"..."
Staring blankly.
Her reasoning made too much sense.
Initially, Jiang Feng didn’t understand why his senior sister would do such a crazed thing, but then it dawned on him.
In this era, there’s no cri of polygamy! As long as you have the capability, you can take as many concubines as you want! It won’t even be morally frowned upon; people will only praise this lad for his capability, adding another concubine.
"Feeling tempted?"
"Not , I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense, I’m devoted to my Sister."
His head shook like a rattle drum.
His palm continued to roam her body, unbeknownst until touched, startled upon discovery. The senior sister usually wore quite loose clothing, and it was only from the way the sashes were tied at her waist that one could infer her body proportions, but the details were truly indiscernible.
But once he touched, he realized his senior sister’s figure was a bit exaggerated, her waist probably only as wide as two palms, barely thick as a fist, a classical A4 waist. Her shoulders and back were similarly slender, the only parts not thin...
Should be the flesh almost spilling out from the sides when she lay down and the stunning curve of her lower back, the silent pressure of his elbow causing a sharp stimulation at the acupuncture point, which seed to relax Liu Xianzi’s expression a bit.
It was rare to have a day so relaxed, not having to roam around.
Enjoying the massage from her junior brother, even though she hadn’t been out fighting and killing much recently, she felt much more weary than in the previous years when she drifted from place to place.
In the past two years, she almost had to run around daily, frequently leaving early and returning late, dealing with all kinds of situations. Just managing such extensive social relations was extrely complicated, making her sowhat overwheld.
Actually, with Liu Tangxi’s nature, she wasn’t adept or fond of managing these relationships at all. This is where the lone wolf has an advantage.
No matter who you are, offend and I’ll chop you down—completely unencumbered, alone and free. If she really offended too many and got besieged, she’d fight enough to justify herself and then die a heroic death.
Liu Tangxi used to be just like that, a take-no-prisoners type, but now things were different, having taken on disciples, her actions inevitably needed to be more diplomatic—at least she couldn’t openly offend people.
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