Chapter 222: The Empress's Lewd Dance of Domination — A Righteous Heroine Bears the Burden for Her Senior Sister (2)
This awkward scene dragged on for nearly ten minutes.
When the Empress noticed Su Qing's eyes growing brighter, she finally realized what was really going on.
He wasn't actually looking for help—he was doing this on purpose!
Annoyed and embarrassed, the Empress quickly tugged down her gown and kicked the damn traitor out.
Su Qing stood up, brushed himself off, and stared at the closed door with a subtle hint of regret.
Honestly? Great view, soft carpet, warm toes—lying there had been pretty comfortable.
When Su Qing returned to the Su residence, he glanced at Yun Rong's room.
It was already late at night, yet the oil lamp inside was still lit.
What was she doing?
Curious, Su Qing gently pushed open the door and stepped inside.
What he saw was a graceful, intellectual woman completely absorbed in her work.
She was carefully calculating figures in a ledger, her face focused and calm.
By the flickering lamplight, he could only see the serene beauty of her profile.
That serious, concentrated look made her seem like a dedicated teacher.
Maybe... she'd look great in a uniform?
She had the vigilance of a heroine, of course—if it were anyone else, she'd have noticed immediately.
But with Su Qing, she had no guard up. She didn't even sense him approaching.
"Staying up all night isn't healthy."
His voice echoed through the room.
With a soft note of reproach, Yun Rong suddenly felt arms wrap around her from behind.
His hands circled her waist, and that familiar presence gave her a wave of reassurance.
"It's fine. With strength like mine, I don't rely much on sleep."
"I've fully taken over Su residence's finances, so I figured I should do my part."
"If I can make money for you, grow your business, and help settle those people from before... it's worth it."
"Honestly, I should be thanking you for trusting me with this responsibility."
Her voice carried obvious warmth and affection.
Those people from before—of course she meant the rebels.
"Is that so?"
Su Qing smiled as he embraced her soft, curvy body.
Money wasn't really something he cared about.
Given his status, a bit more or less didn't matter.
Besides, he could always go ask the Empress Beauty—there was no way she'd ever say no.
"Xiao Qing... I secretly used public funds for a personal project. That's a huge no-no for a housekeeper."
"Even if income has increased, I still feel really guilty..."
Her voice was soft and coy, incredibly pleasing to the ear.
"Mmm? Then are you ready to be punished?"
Su Qing's eyes lit up, amused.
He could tell she was teasing him and found it quite intriguing.
As for misusing funds—he couldn't care less.
To put it simply, she had used the household money to start some side ventures.
And to get things done, she obviously needed manpower. That's where the rebels came in.
They were all desperate to prove themselves, so of course they worked hard.
In the end, the results still benefited him. It was a win.
So why bother nitpicking about what she did in secret?
"I've prepared all sorts of punishment tools. Please choose as you like, my lord."
The heroine gently opened a nearby cabinet as she spoke.
Su Qing's smile froze on his face as he stared, wide-eyed.
That cabinet was full of tools he never would've expected.
He'd assumed it was for clothes, but inside was a whole array of... gear.
Not weapons or anything dangerous—more like...
Whips and candles were just the beginning. There were even shackles and a wooden horse.
He was honestly stunned.
It took him a few seconds to recover, then he looked again at Yun Rong with new eyes.
She still looked as graceful and gentle as ever, like she had no idea anything was out of the ordinary.
In fact, she looked truly remorseful, as if she genuinely believed she deserved to be punished.
She was the picture of honest repentance—he really didn't know what to think.
This righteous heroine was definitely starting to show the makings of a seductive vixen.
"Ahem. No rush on the punishment. How about we have a nice little chat first?"
Su Qing cleared his throat, deciding to start with something serious.
If they jumped right into the punishment, she probably wouldn't be able to listen to anything he said afterward.
"Sure."
Yun Rong nodded softly, as elegant and compliant as ever.
Su Qing looked at her and couldn't help glancing back at the cabinet.
Nope, not imagining things.
Bathed in the thick night air, the two of them chatted casually.
Su Qing casually brought up the departure of the Divine Maiden, and the Heavenly Dao Master's recent descent via divine sense.
He truly didn't know how to broach the subject—it just felt hard to bring up.
"Husband... I know what you mean. I'll help you."
Yun Rong instantly guessed his intention and spoke gently.
As she spoke, she leaned into his embrace, her eyes soft and tender.
"Aunt Yun, I haven't even said anything yet."
Su Qing looked surprised.
He hadn't even explained yet, but she already seemed to understand.
"I saw the trouble in your eyes just now. You always speak your mind, but tonight you danced around it."
"Saying you wanted to chat first? That clearly meant you had something hard to say."
"Anyone could guess it. What, is that so hard to figure out?"
"Seeing you so flustered... it's kinda cute."
Yun Rong chuckled softly and reached out to pinch his cheek.
She liked this thoughtful little husband of hers more and more.
"Aunt Yun..."
Su Qing hadn't expected her to be so sharp. He was momentarily speechless.
Looking at this lovely smiling heroine, he suddenly felt like he'd been playfully teased by a wicked older sister.
"Husband, don't look so surprised, and don't think anything is too difficult to say."
"I've seen all you've done—how could I not support you?"
"I saw how well you handled the rebels. I believe you'll do just as well settling things with the Heavenly Dao Sect."
"That's why I'm willing to help you—and even more so, to help my senior sister find her way back."
"But before that, husband, don't you think we should rehearse a little?"
Yun Rong continued.
She had known this day would come for a long time, so she wasn't surprised.
There was no resistance in her heart either.
If the rebels could be forgiven and given a second chance, then why not the others?