He had just been reborn when he was imprisoned by his nemesis, the Empress?

Just then, Su Qingluan's leisurely voice came from behind, carrying a hint of sourness.

"What, are you looking for your good wife?"

Xu Yi turned around after hearing the voice.

Su Qingluan leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, her gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny, while the smile on her lips faded considerably.

Xu Yi smiled, moved forward a little, and said...

"Well... don't say that, you're a good wife too."

His words only made things worse, as Su Qingluan's expression darkened further.

She raised her slender, fair foot and, without a word, stomped on Xu Yi's stomach, her tone filled with possessiveness.

"Also? What do you mean by 'also'? You can only belong to me!"

Although the force wasn't strong, it made Xu Yi feel nauseous again, so he quickly reached out to push away Su Qingluan's long legs.

"Stop! Don't step on it! If you keep doing that, I might throw up on you..."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan gently rubbed her hands together, raised an eyebrow, and spoke with an air of self-righteousness.

"I didn't step on it, I'm just rubbing your tummy."

Xu Yi was furious at her shameless behavior. He gritted his teeth and said, word by word.

"You, you just wait, one day I'll grab your hair and pin you down..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Qingluan slightly increased the pressure on her feet, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Press on what?"

The pain in Xu Yi's stomach made him feel nauseous again. He covered his mouth, moved to the side, and dry heaved, his voice muffled.

I hate you.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan smiled, withdrew her foot, leaned down, and whispered in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"But I love you."

Xu Yi turned his face away, too lazy to pay attention to her.

After a while, the discomfort in his stomach finally subsided somewhat, and Xu Yi looked at Su Qingluan again and asked...

"Jiang Xuange...she's gone?"

Su Qingluan scoffed, her tone practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Tsk tsk tsk, all you talk about is her. You really like her. She just went out, she didn't leave. Are you satisfied now?"

Xu Yi touched his nose, feeling that Su Qingluan's tone sounded like a spilled jar of vinegar.

He thought for a moment, then asked again.

"Given your personality, shouldn't you have run off with me? Why are you still obediently staying here waiting for her to come back?"

Su Qingluan frowned in displeasure upon hearing Xu Yi's words.

"First of all, you originally belonged to me. If I were to take you away, would the word 'abduct' even apply? Secondly..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, raised her head, and gestured towards the tightly closed window with her lip.

"Try jumping out of the window yourself."

After hearing this, Xu Yi stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open.

Just as he was about to stretch out his arm to explore, he was blocked by an invisible spiritual force.

The spiritual energy barrier gleamed faintly. Xu Yi, unwilling to give up, reached out and poked it, but the barrier remained unmoved.

"We're locked up by Jiang Xuange, are you happy?"

Su Qingluan crossed her arms and walked over slowly.

Seeing Xu Yi's somewhat unpleasant expression and the increasing mockery in his eyes, Su Qingluan began to use her spiritual power to transmit her voice.

"You keep saying I'm extreme, that I'm too controlling, but do you really think this woman is better than me?"

Her tone was tinged with disdain, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Women understand women best; she will surely be even more extreme than I am in the future."

Su Qingluan lowered her voice slightly, carrying a hint of seduction.

"So, when she comes back, immediately tell her that you no longer like her, and that you feel nauseous and disgusted just looking at her, so that she can give up on you completely."

She stepped forward, her fingertips lightly tracing the back of Xu Yi's hand, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Then, let me take you away."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Xuange's cold voice, tinged with anger, emanated from the array on the wall.

"Su Qingluan! Do you think I can't guess what you're saying just because you're using spiritual power to transmit your voice? Stop trying to sow discord!"

Xu Yi was startled and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Then Jiang Xuange's voice softened again, carrying a hint of grievance and urgency, as if she were comforting him, or explaining something.

"My love, I don't mean to imprison you. I'm just afraid that woman will take you away."

Her voice paused, tinged with a hint of pleading.

"Wait a moment, Siyun and I will come back before you leave."

Even though Jiang Xuange said that, Xu Yi was still a little annoyed by her using arrays to monitor and imprison him.

Jiang Xuange seemed to see through his thoughts, her voice carrying a hint of caution and a touch of ingratiation.

"I...I will stop using the array to monitor you from now on, please don't be angry, okay?"

Hearing this, Su Qingluan rolled her eyes dismissively and muttered something under her breath.

"Pretending to be something you're not."

She turned and walked to the bedside, gracefully lifting the covers and lying back down.

Turning to the side, she looked at Xu Yi, who was still standing by the window. She patted the empty seat next to her, beckoned to him with her finger, and spoke with a lazy, seductive tone.

"Come here and lie down with me for a while."

Xu Yi glanced at the sky outside the window; the sun was already high in the sky, and he couldn't help but complain.

"It's almost morning, why are you still lying down?"

"Just lie down with me for a while..."

......

After a while, the door to the inn was gently pushed open, and Jiang Xuange walked in from outside.

She was carrying a large cloth bag, which was bulging and its contents were unknown.

After Jiang Xuange placed the bag on the table, Xu Yi could see what was inside: silk threads, fabrics, needles and thread, which looked like they were for weaving clothes.

He was immediately puzzled and couldn't help but ask.

"Why did you buy all this?"

Upon hearing his voice, Jiang Xuange immediately smiled gently.

"I...I wanted to knit you a dress. In my past life...you...you didn't even have a chance to wear the dress I knitted for you before..."

Her voice trailed off, a deep sense of loss and sadness flashing in her eyes, her tone choked with sobs.

Jiang Xuange sighed softly and shook his head.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, it's all in the past."

Hearing this, Xu Yi felt a pang of sadness. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He could only look at her silently, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Su Qingluan lay on the bed, taking in the expressions of the two men.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the bed, her eyes darkening slightly.

Instead of jumping up to find fault as usual, she tilted her head and began to think seriously.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, making her look rather docile.

After a while, she sent a spiritual transmission to Jiang Xuange, her tone unusually calm.

"I can leave you and Xu Yi alone for the rest of the day, but I have a question for you."

......