In the Jinkui Stone Room, within a chamber labeled "south Zhili," Li Xuan was sipping the elixir soup ladled to him by Sun Chuyun with an inexplicable sense of disappointnt.
"Just drinking your white tiger elixir soup? We’re not doing anything else?"
He was thinking, ’I can’t even resist anymore. Aren’t you going to do sothing to , girl, like this or that?’
"What did you think I was going to do?"
Sun Chuyun asked back, sowhat puzzled. She humd, "I put a lot of effort into this soup, but you don’t seem to care."
Li Xuan found the soup was diocre at best compared to Mrs. Jiang’s cooking, but he was worried about what she might do to him and just kept sipping and answering perfunctorily: "Not bad, but don’t make it next ti. Focus more on official duties; that benefits us more."
"Official duties? If I work hard, Xuan, will you go shopping with ?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Chuyun batted her big eyes and ask cheerfully: "How about this, for each case I solve, you accompany for a day. For every ten, you write a poem. Sound good? I’m here for you after all, not really to beco Fumo Duyu. You should at least give so incentive, right?"
Li Xuan was speechless. This girl was actually using this opportunity to blackmail him.
He chuckled and turned his head: "Incentive? How many have wanted to be my Fumo Duyu, a position under the Xiaowei? Let tell you, my Shenyi Departnt doesn’t support slackers."
At this juncture, Sun Chuyun held out a spoonful of soup, which ended up spilling all over as Li Xuan turned his head.
Normally, Li Xuan would have activated his Gang Qi to deflect the soup, or even evaporate it using Thunder Style Zhenyuan. However, clutching that sealed letter in his hand, any significant movent might trigger a forbidden spell. All he could do was allow the soup to spill onto the front of his clothes and trousers.
Rushing to put the Hudan Soup back in the Qiankun bag, Sun Chuyun wiped him clean with her own handkerchief. Pouting, she grumbled, "Why’re you getting so mad? If you don’t want to go out with , just say so."
Watching her scrub him clean, Li Xuan frowned, "No need to wipe. It’ll dry on its own soon."
Now, he could manage a small amount of Zhenyuan, just enough to evaporate the soup spills.
"Hold on, I got it. I spilled it, I’ll clean it."
Since the soup had soaked Li Xuan’s clothes, Sun Chuyun decided to unfasten his robe altogether.
Upon undoing his robe, she found herself srized. Li Xuan looked like a lean, tall, scholarly type. But under his robes, he had quite the build. His chest was firm and muscular.
Surrounded by a distinct masculine scent, she froze for a mont, then, with a blushing face, she continued, sowhat flustered, to scrub and evaporate the ss with her Mana, heading downwards—
At this ti, Earl Huichang, Sun Jizong, and deputy Zuodu Yushi, Lin Youzhen, led by a historian of the Inspectorate, had arrived in front of the chamber labeled "north Zhili." The chamber storing the records and confiscated items for south Zhili was nearby, and they had heard a faint murmur of voices, which left them looking at each other confusedly.
Sun Jizong furrowed his brows, listening intently.
"No—not there, I told you, it’s not necessary."
"But I told you to hold still. It’s almost okay now. What are you wriggling for, Li Xuan?"
The male voice was indeed Li Xuan’s, but the female voice didn’t belong to the Zidie he initially thought of. It sounded oddly familiar to Sun Jizong.
It can’t be—impossible, absolutely impossible!
His brow creased, Sun Jizong quickly advanced and flung open the stone room door in large strides.
The sight before his eyes was so scandalous. His daughter, Sun Chuyun, was kneeling before Li Xuan, seemingly engaged in sothing utterly compromising.
Sun Jizong’s vision went dark, his chest felt tight, and he nearly coughed up blood.
"What’s going on?"
At that mont deputy, Zuodu Yushi, Lin Youzhen walked over with a somber expression, "Who dares to break into the Jinkui Stone Room without permission?"
The sight he t left him stunned. Sun Jizong, his face pale, quickly pulled the stone door shut once again.
Lin Youzhen was even more puzzled, looking at Sun Jizong with suspicion: "Earl Huichang?"
"Just wait a mont and give them so ti to tidy up."
Closing his eyes in distress, Sun Jizong attempted to expel the image he’d just seen from his mind, mumbling, "What a family tragedy! What a family tragedy! This bastard, I had no idea his Charm Technique was so powerful."
He brooded over the catastrophic outco despite all his painstaking arrangents.
Lin Youzhen was utterly confused, wondering what the Earl was really up to.
They were about to knock on the door, yet now this man was backing out.
anwhile, Li Xuan was similarly confused. What on earth was the Earl planning? Why did he retreat after a single glance?
After glancing at Sun Chuyun’s kneeling posture and then the door, a realization dawned on him.
This scene was identical to those he’d witnessed in movies.
Could it be that the Earl thought his daughter was performing so unspeakable act on him?
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