Soul Land—Chapter 143: Gift in the Secret Chamber
"Mm-hmm."
Qian Renxue lay on the bed, her two long, fair legs swaying gently in the air, her fingertips twirling a strand of hair, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.
Her mood seemed quite good; just now, in the evening, Bibi Dong came here and offered her apologies to Qian Renxue.
Although there wasn't much verbal communication, their relationship seemed to have eased somewhat.
After learning that the fried egg on the table was made by Qian Renxue, she even paused slightly, picked up the fried egg, put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully, commenting that it tasted good.
Although Qian Renxue felt subtle emotions in her heart, she still verbally expressed her dissatisfaction with Bibi Dong.
After all, Bibi Dong had eaten it without getting her permission!
You know, this was still her territory; if it wasn't her territory, how unrestrained Bibi Dong would be was something she didn't even dare to imagine!
Bibi Dong did not stay to have dinner with them; after expressing her gratitude for the efforts Ling Qianyao and the others had made regarding her mental state during this period, and inviting Ling Qianyao to continue treating her tomorrow, she left.
Zhu Zhuqing came to Ling Qianyao's side, handed him the fruit drink in her hand, and said softly, "When the Pope came today, she seemed to be wearing casual clothes; that gentle and elegant appearance was very different from her usual majestic and stern image."
"I noticed that when she looked at Sister Xue, there seemed to be a bit more gentleness in her eyes."
Ling Qianyao took a sip of the fruit drink and said somewhat confusedly, "What's wrong? Isn't this a good thing?"
Zhu Zhuqing lay down on the other side of the reclining chair, her delicate body leaning slightly against him, her jade-like legs crossed, and placed her soft hand gently on Ling Qianyao's chest.
She opened her mouth and said, "I just feel that things might not be that simple.
Although the Pope's gaze towards Sister Xue is no longer as cold and distant as when we first arrived, deep within her eyes, I always feel there's something hidden that is hard to describe.
Her gaze is gentle, but when looking at Sister Xue, it lacks something that was implicitly present when we first arrived...
How should I put it..."
Zhu Zhuqing's willow-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was trying hard to find the right words, "It seems to lack that innate bond and concern that only exists between blood relatives.
When we first arrived, even though her gaze was cold, I could see deep within her eyes an instinctive concern for her flesh and blood.
Now, it's more apology, guilt, and a layer of inexplicable emotion like a veil of mist."
Ling Qianyao was slightly startled; Zhu Zhuqing had a delicate mind.
In their Star Luo Zhu family, if they were girls, most would be drawn into the vortex of the struggle for imperial power.
Regardless of talent, once they entered the game, their education itself was cultivated according to the standards of a future empress.
Coupled with the subtle influence of family teachings, they were naturally more sensitive to changes in people's deep emotions, which also led to Zhu Zhuqing not being flustered by Qian Renxue's elegance when they were in Heaven Dou City,
Instead, relying on her precise grasp of human nature, she managed Qian Renxue, and the two of them haven't discussed the issue of who is the main wife again until now.
He pondered for a moment, "Perhaps she hasn't fully recovered yet, and her state is unstable, which is why the emotions she shows are so complex?"
Zhu Zhuqing, with her head resting on his chest, shook it slightly, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, but when we first arrived, the Pope's eyes did look very much like Zhuyun's, which is why I had some suspicions."
She glanced at Qian Renxue, "Shh—I changed to a new lipstick today, it tastes different, want to try it?"
The two stopped talking, closed their eyes slightly, Zhu Zhuqing gradually shifted from lying on her side to lying on Ling Qianyao, their red lips and white teeth met, exchanging sweetness.
After a while, Qian Renxue on the bed reacted; seeing that Ling Qianyao had not yet arrived at the bed, she couldn't help but look towards the reclining chair a little further away.
The sight of Ling Qianyao and Zhu Zhuqing intimately embracing immediately appeared in her eyes, and she instantly felt angry; she hadn't said anything about him sneaking around this morning, and now he was doing it right in front of her!
"This is simply too much; I endured his actions this morning without speaking, and now he's acting so brazenly!"
"Hmph~"
Qian Renxue let out a light hmph. Her Soul Power fluctuated around her, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul quietly possessed her body, three pairs of pure white wings unfolded from behind her, and amidst the shining light, her figure flickered, and she arrived beside the reclining chair.
With a gentle flap of the wings, Ling Qianyao was enveloped within them, like a white whirlwind, bringing him onto the bed.
"You!" Zhu Zhuqing looked over somewhat angrily; she hadn't had enough yet, her cat tail had only just been released.
"Hmph hmph," Qian Renxue's lips curved upwards, carrying a hint of smugness and provocation, and she tightened her embrace around Ling Qianyao, "You're allowed to use your cat tail? My angel wings are much more fun than a cat tail~"
Saying this, Qian Renxue spread her wings, completely enveloping Ling Qianyao and herself within them, and her soft lips were already pressed against his, blocking Ling Qianyao's mouth.
Her movements carried a hint of pique, yet were full of deep affection, her hands tightly wrapped around Ling Qianyao's neck.
Ling Qianyao raised an eyebrow; these two didn't put him in their eyes at all, actually causing such a scene of jealousy and rivalry here.
With a thought, one of his hands climbed up, while the other was placed on the most sensitive spot of Qian Renxue's waist, simultaneously intensifying the assault between their lips.
Qian Renxue's body first stiffened, then quickly went limp, and her six wings also released their embrace, trembling gently, the light becoming somewhat flickering.
Her eyes were hazy, and she let out soft moans, her hands unconsciously gripping the clothes on Ling Qianyao's back.
"Hoo—"
Their lips parted, Qian Renxue gasped for breath, sat down beside Ling Qianyao, her cheeks flushed like the sunset.
Zhu Zhuqing had already come to the bedside. She pouted, "So bad yet loves to play."
Ling Qianyao raised an eyebrow, "I say, haven't you two been a bit too dismissive of me lately? I should at least be the male master of this house, right?"
Zhu Zhuqing sat down on Ling Qianyao's other side and let out a hmph.
Qian Renxue, who had recovered on the other side, also followed with a light hmph.
Ling Qianyao was helpless; he spread his hands, "I'm going to sleep first, you two can keep at it."
Saying this, he was the first to tuck himself under the thin blanket.
Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing sat 'duck-style' on either side of Ling Qianyao. After exchanging glances, their gazes shifted sideways simultaneously, then, as if by telepathy, they simultaneously pulled back a corner of the blanket and lay down.
The next day, the Pope's bedroom behind the Pope's Hall.
Ling Qianyao walked here with practiced ease and very consciously sat down on the bed.
Before coming, he had already used Astrology to predict, and including the one at midnight, all three readings showed the omen of "Great Auspiciousness", so he was not worried that Bibi Dong would lose control and harm him.
A curve appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth, and just like yesterday, she went to the bathroom.
After she came out of the bathroom, she changed into that familiar loose nightgown, only this nightgown seemed to have been deliberately cut, adding a few more hints of alluring charm than before.
The hem was a bit shorter, barely covering the base of her thighs, revealing her long, straight, jade-like fair legs.
The neckline was also much lower; a large expanse of snowy white skin was exposed, and below her delicate collarbone was the slightly rising softness, gently trembling with her breathing.
The material was even lighter than gauze, faintly revealing her graceful figure tie at her waist was casually knotted, as if it would come undone with a gentle tug, adding a few more hints of laziness and sexiness.
Water droplets slid down her hair. She seemed to have come out of the bathroom without wiping her body, relying on this light gauze nightgown to absorb the moisture; thus, this nightgown perfectly clung to Bibi Dong's body, outlining her exquisite curves without reservation.
"Your Majesty!" Ling Qianyao was startled.
But before he could react, Bibi Dong had already instantly appeared in front of him, and her warm lips pressed against his without warning.
In his eyes, it was Bibi Dong's gaze flickering with endless desire.
"Shh—sleep for a while first~"
Ling Qianyao's consciousness gradually blurred, his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand jin, and he slowly closed. In the last moment before his consciousness scattered, he seemed to see the surrounding scene suddenly change.
End of Chapter