Just as Fang Xian transformed into a stream of light, preparing to fly to the Immortal Realm, a loud laugh suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard.
"Madam, I'm back!"
Before the words were finished, a burly figure strode in—it was Li Jing, who had returned with his troops.
Lady Yin's face paled instantly. She instinctively clutched the hem of her dress, her eyes darting nervously between Fang Xian, Ao Run, and Li Jing.
"Husband…why did you return ahead of schedule?"
"The fighting at the front has temporarily ceased, so I rushed back to see them."
Li Jing approached with a loud laugh, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar Fang Xian and Ao Run, who exuded the aura of a dragon. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Madam, who are these two?"
Lady Yin's heart skipped a beat. She racked her brains for an explanation, but Fang Xian had already stepped forward, smiling innocently.
"I am a distant relative of Madam, passing through and have troubled you for a few days. This is my friend, Ao Run of the Dragon Clan."
"I see."
Li Jing, hearing this, understood and laughed heartily.
"Since you are Madam's relative, then you are an honored guest. I just brought back some fine wine from the army; I'll have a few drinks with you tonight."
With that, he turned and walked towards the inner hall.
Fang Xian watched his retreating figure, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He whispered to Madam Yin,
"It seems our trip to the Immortal Realm will have to be postponed for now."
As he spoke, his hand reached down to touch Madam Yin's waist.
His other hand wasn't idle either, casually placing itself on Ao Run's waist.
Ao Run stiffened, then a gleam of amusement flashed in his eyes; he didn't pull away.
Madam Yin, however, was terrified, hurriedly reaching out to grab his hand, her voice barely audible.
"No...don't do that, he's still up ahead!"
Fang Xian didn't stop; instead, he deliberately pressed down harder.
Madam Yin gasped, her cheeks flushing red.
"Let's go."
Fang Xian chuckled, swaggering behind Li Jing, taking full advantage of Madam Yin.
Entering the guest room, Madam Yin turned and went to the kitchen to prepare food and wine.
Li Jing pulled Fang Xian to sit at the table, chatting about anecdotes from the army and everyday matters.
Fang Xian responded casually, his words measured and appropriate, truly like a distant relative.
Shortly afterward, Madam Yin brought in several dishes of exquisite food and a jar of fine wine, the bowls and chopsticks neatly set.
"Come, Brother Li, let's have a drink first!"
Fang Xian first picked up the wine jar, filling Li Jing's and his own cups, raising a toast in invitation.
Li Jing, a fondness for wine, was immediately intrigued by Fang Xian's impressive drinking capacity and witty conversation. The two drank cup after cup.
"Nephew, you have quite the capacity for alcohol! It's been a long time since I've drunk so heartily!"
Li Jing, his face flushed, patted Fang Xian's shoulder and laughed heartily.
"Brother Li, you flatter me. Your drinking capacity is truly remarkable."
Fang Xian returned the toast with a smile and refilled their cups.
Madam Yin sat to the side, holding a teacup but not drinking. Her eyes were fixed on their wine cups, her palms sweating.
She couldn't fathom Fang Xian's intentions and felt a growing unease.
After several rounds of drinks, as night deepened, Li Jing finally couldn't hold on any longer. His head lolled to the side, and he slumped onto the table, passed out, snoring loudly.
Fang Xian put down his wine cup, looked at the unconscious Li Jing, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He got up and walked to Madam Yin's side, pulled her into his arms, and placed his hand directly on her chest.
"No... What are you doing? Stop! He's still here!"
Madam Yin froze, her face flushed crimson, and she frantically pushed him away, her voice filled with panic.
Fang Xian didn't let go; instead, he pulled her closer and kissed her fragrant lips.
The kiss was both alcohol-laden and domineering. Madam Yin couldn't resist at all. After a few struggles, her body went limp, and she could only let him kiss her freely, muttering intermittently.
"Stop... You really have to stop... What will I do when he wakes up..."
Fang Xian released her lips, his fingertips brushing aside the hair at her temple, his tone resolute.
"Don't worry, he won't wake up."
Madam Yin's pupils contracted. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing, I just added something to his drink. Even if the sky falls tonight, he won't wake up."
"You… what do you want to do?"
"Of course, we'll do what we should do."
Fang Xian said, pressing her against the edge of the table, lifting her skirt from behind, and pulling down her trousers.
"No! Not here! Really not! My husband is still here!"
Madam Yin struggled desperately, tears welling in her eyes.
Fang Xian leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, his tone undeniably forceful.
"Who's your husband? Get this straight. When Li Jing was awake, I didn't care if you called him husband, but now, what should you call me?"
"No…"
Madam Yin still resisted, but the tingling sensation in her body and the fluttering in her heart gradually overwhelmed her reason, and her eyes became hazy.
Fang Xian's hands roamed over her body, his tone seductive.
"What did you call me?"
Madam Yin gasped, her cheeks flushed crimson, and finally managed a soft whisper.
"Husband...you are my husband..."
"That's more like it."
Fang Xian smiled contentedly and got right to work.
He had initially felt indebted to Li Jing, but was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure, leaving only Fang Xian's bravado.
Ao Run, watching from the side, was dumbfounded, inwardly astonished.
This guy is too audacious, daring to be so presumptuous right under Li Jing's nose.
But seeing Madam Yin gradually succumbing to her desires, he also felt a strange thrill in the rascal's boldness.