After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

And this is the woman beside Lin Fengmian, his...wife.

This feeling is fucking awesome!

He could no longer hide the mischievous grin on his face. He stepped forward, naturally leaning close to her ear, his warm breath gently teasing her sensitive earlobe. He lowered his voice, his tone full of ambiguous hints:

"Apologizing with words alone is not enough... Your Majesty. How about... we go and exchange some cultivation techniques? I've recently grasped some techniques for guiding spiritual energy, and I'd like to discuss them with you."

Su Miaoyun's body trembled slightly, and her fair, jade-like neck was visibly flushed with a faint blush.

She turned her head away, avoiding his burning gaze, her voice as soft as melting spring water: "...What...what secret of guiding spiritual energy, you clearly are..."

She couldn't continue, because Lin Fengmian had already smiled and taken her hand. That hand was soft and cool, yet it carried a reassuring warmth.

She didn't struggle; she simply lowered her head slightly and let him lead her deeper into the main hall.

Su Miaoyun's pretty face instantly flushed with two rosy blushes, her complexion as beautiful as a peach blossom, making her look exceptionally lovely.

She tried hard to maintain the empress's cold and majestic demeanor, turning her head to the side, but her slightly faster breathing betrayed the turmoil beneath the surface.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton; she couldn't utter a single word of the cold, stern words she usually used when giving orders.

She didn't answer, but simply looked up at him with moist eyes.

That glance was like the first stream melting in spring, carrying a hint of reproach.

She was eccentric, a little shy, and possessed a deep-seated tenderness that even she herself dared not admit.

A thousand charms speak louder than a thousand words.

Then she turned around on her own initiative, without saying a word, and simply walked silently toward the palace.

Her silhouette stretched long in the twilight, exuding elegance and poise.

He still looked somewhat disheveled, and even his steps were a half-beat faster than usual.

It felt as if some ferocious beast was chasing us from behind.

Lin Fengmian grinned and quickly followed.

Sharing cultivation experiences?

That's absolutely necessary.

He knew perfectly well that although that old beast Zhou Shan had given the Empress a seemingly perfect agreement on the surface,

But the resentment in his eyes was almost overflowing, making him definitely not the kind of person who could easily let go of grudges.

That old bastard will definitely come looking for trouble again, but... just wait and see, this feud is now set in stone.

Those who offend Lin Fengmian usually do not have a good ending.

His lips curled slightly, his eyes remained calm and expressionless, exuding only a chilling calm.

Why should my wife bother with such a crucial matter of eliminating the root of the problem?

He can go and take a trip when he has time.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed inside the palace.

For the past three days, Lin Fengmian and Su Miaoyun have been inseparable, taking turns practicing their cultivation techniques together.

The intertwined yin and yang spiritual energy flowed and circulated between them, like two intertwined dragons.

They gradually opened and merged their energy channels. Perhaps it was because the fusion of their techniques became increasingly intense and profound...

Or perhaps his state of mind has subtly changed.

Lin Fengmian always had a vague feeling that her long-closed state of mind, in her interactions with him,

Like frozen soil being soaked in warm water, it slowly, little by little, thaws out.

On this day, as the cultivation technique ended, Su Miaoyun revealed a very rare, submissive and affectionate demeanor.

She leaned against Lin Fengmian, her eyelashes slightly lowered, her fair profile reflecting the sunlight streaming in from the window, as quiet as a traditional Chinese painting of a lady.

Although her voice remained clear and cool, a hint of gentleness could be heard in it:

"My husband, the seal within me has loosened, and my energy is surging violently. I'm afraid I'll need to go into seclusion for a while."

During this time, you should stay in the palace and focus on your cultivation.

Now that the spiritual energy has recovered, and the situation outside is very turbulent, you must not leave the palace. We should discuss everything after I emerge from seclusion, okay?

Lin Fengmian smiled and stroked her soft, dark hair, nodding in agreement:

"Oh, my wife, you can go into seclusion without worry."

Don't you know me? I'm the kind of person who's law-abiding and timid, so you don't need to worry about me.

His tone was languid, with a hint of nonchalant laughter, but his fingers casually circled the end of her hair before gently letting go.

Upon hearing this, Su Miaoyun gave him a charmingly disdainful look.

That glance held helplessness and reproach, but even more so, a tenderness hidden deep within her eyes that she herself was unaware of.

She gave a final few instructions before turning and heading towards her secluded retreat.

The pale white figure disappeared behind the stone gate. Lin Fengmian leaned against the pillar, listening to the muffled sound of the stone gate slowly closing, and gently exhaled.

Alright, the Empress has gone into seclusion, so let's find someone else.

Lin Fengmian returned to his palace; his cultivation could not be interrupted for even a moment. Since the Empress, his principal wife, was unable to accompany him, he would have to find someone else.

On a whim, he summoned Qin Lan.

This once imposing commander of the Imperial Guards was now as docile as a kitten in front of Lin Fengmian.

She was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a silver token tied around her waist.

He was tall and slender, with a heroic air, but also a gentleness that only appeared when he was in his presence.

Lin Fengmian didn't waste any words and got straight to the point.

Qin Lan's rhythm of spiritual energy circulation was completely different from Su Miaoyun's cold and lingering demeanor.

She spoke with a certain tacit understanding, like a fine, aged wine.

The more you savor it, the more mellow it becomes, making it irresistible and leaving a lasting impression.

Under Lin Fengmian's guidance, Yu Chan'er was equally impressive.

Although her cultivation skills were still rather immature, her earnestness was endearing.

She bit her lip, a fine sheen of sweat beading on her forehead, her spiritual root trembling slightly under the cleansing of spiritual energy, each guiding motion seeming to exhaust all her strength.

That innocent and passionate feeling made Lin Fengmian feel as if he had rediscovered the thrill of first love.

Pure and beautiful, like the first drop of dew in the mountains in the early morning, untouched by dust.

As for the other girls who flirted with him or even made bold advances, Lin Fengmian restrained his playboy nature.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested, but rather that he genuinely had limited energy at the moment and needed to focus on tackling the most difficult challenges.

He waved his hand generously, bestowing upon them many Spirit Gathering Pills, and encouraged them to cultivate diligently. He said the matter of dual cultivation and gathering could be discussed later.

Therefore, during this period, Qin Hongyu and Yu Chan'er took turns accompanying Lin Fengmian in his cultivation.

With the guidance and nourishment of Lin Fengmian's Pure Yang Holy Body, and the assistance of a large number of pills, both women's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, progressing by thousands of miles a day.

Especially Yu Chan'er.

The more Lin Fengmian practiced cultivation techniques with her, the more he discovered that this woman's spiritual root qualities were extremely rare.

Her mind was pure and in perfect harmony with the Dao.