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

"Ling'er did a good job today, so I'll reward you with a treat."

"understood."

Xiao Ling'er sat quietly to the side, took out one as well, and ate it in small bites.

She wasn't as extravagant as Lin Fengmian, who ate the skin and all.

The elegant way she ate contrasted sharply with Lin Fengmian's wolfing down of his food; one ate slowly and gracefully, while the other devoured his food in a whirlwind, completely lacking in decorum.

Inside the bedroom, neither of them spoke for a moment.

All that remained were the soft sounds of slow, deliberate chewing and Lin Fengmian's crunching sounds.

The atmosphere was unusually calm and harmonious, but one person ate without a care in the world, completely absorbed in how delicious the fruit was; the other person ate with very mixed feelings.

Xiao Ling'er lowered her head, taking small bites of the fruit, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at the person opposite her.

He ate with his mouth full of juice and a few crumbs of fruit still clinging to the corners of his mouth, completely lacking any semblance of decorum. Yet, his satisfied expression made people want to laugh.

She sighed softly, unable to describe the feeling.

After finishing the fruit, Lin Fengmian looked at the smooth pit in his hand, then glanced at Xiao Ling'er who was eating something beside him, and felt very content.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely from the window, illuminating her cool profile and making her fair skin appear almost translucent.

She sat there quietly, like a painting.

Besides dual cultivation, having such a cold female sword immortal take care of one's daily life is also a very enjoyable life.

Meanwhile, outside the Phoenix Cry Imperial City.

An extremely luxurious inn stands quietly on the east side of the imperial city, with its flying eaves and bracket sets.

The glazed tiles gleamed warmly in the sunlight, and the two gilded lanterns in front of the door, though not yet lit, already exuded an air of refinement.

The best room at the top of the inn

From the window, one can see the distant imperial palaces stretching as far as the eye can see, with their vermilion walls and golden tiles, shrouded in clouds and mist, resembling a giant beast crouching above the human world.

Inside the main room, the fragrance of camphor rose slowly from the gilded Boshan incense burner, filling the room with an ambiguous and languid atmosphere.

A woman is sitting in front of an antique bronze mirror, slowly combing her cascading black hair.

The face reflected in the mirror was simply too devilishly beautiful.

Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch, and her features were so exquisite that they seemed otherworldly, as if even the most skilled painter could not capture even a fraction of her charm in a lifetime.

Especially her peach blossom eyes, with slightly upturned corners, seemed to hold a thousand words, and with a turn of her eyes, she exuded a subtle charm, possessing a captivating magic in her languid state.

She wore only a light gauze nightgown, the neckline slightly open, revealing her beautifully shaped collarbone and a breathtaking glimpse of snow-white skin.

Beneath the hazy gauze dress, her curves were faintly visible, her waist so slender it could be grasped in one hand, and her long, straight legs were crossed, every inch of her seeming to offer a silent temptation.

She doesn't need to do anything deliberately; simply sitting there is the best interpretation of the phrase "vibrant and fragrant."

The jade comb slid slowly from the roots to the tips of her hair, making a series of soft, gentle sounds. She combed it very slowly, as if she wasn't tidying her hair, but rather enjoying some kind of ritual that belonged only to her.

Her fingertips occasionally brushed against her cheek, as if to confirm that her skin was still as smooth as ever. She smiled gently at her reflection in the mirror.

That smile was like the first melting of snow and the first bloom of spring flowers, brightening even the light in the room. She seemed extremely satisfied with her appearance, or perhaps she was simply indulging in the languid feeling of being alone.

Outside the door, a Xuanming Guard commander dressed in black stood respectfully. He was tall and straight, with a black iron waist badge hanging at his waist, his hand on the hilt of his sword, but his voice betrayed a hint of anxiety.

"Greetings, Madam Rushuang!"

He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look up at the half-closed door, and even less daring to imagine what a vibrant and sensual scene might unfold inside.

He stared at the inch of ground in front of his boots and continued, "We've been guarding this place for over half a month, and Lin Fengmian is holed up in the palace, not daring to step out. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to the sect leader."

Wen Rushuang put down the jade comb, her fingertips gently brushing across her smooth cheek, and smiled again at the person in the mirror. She seemed not to hear the urgency in the commander's words, and only spoke slowly.

"What's the rush?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a naturally alluring ending, like a feather gently brushing against the tip of one's heart.

"Since your sect leader, Li Tianjue, is willing to go to such lengths to ask me to take action, doesn't he even have this much patience?"

She slowly rose, her light gauze trailing on the floor, her bare feet stepping on the soft carpet, and walked step by step to the window.

Sunlight filtered through the sheer fabric, casting a breathtaking silhouette upon her.

She reached out and pushed open half of the window, and the outline of the palace in the distance came into view.

"He won't come out..." Her red lips curled slightly, forming a playful arc. Her voice was light and airy, as if she were talking to herself, yet also as if she were speaking to the person outside the door.

"Then let's lure him out."

She turned around, leaned against the window frame, and narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, as if she had thought of something interesting.

"I've heard the whole story. This boy... is incredibly lecherous."

Her tone carried a hint of mockery, yet also an inexplicable interest.

"Having a stunning beauty like Empress Su Miaoyun wasn't enough for him; he also took advantage of the dashing Commander Qin by her side, and her carefully cultivated pretty female disciples... He didn't even spare one of them. I heard that those fairies and beauties are all devoted to him, vying for his attention... Tsk tsk, what a born philanderer."

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked her full lower lip, her eyes glazed over, as if imagining something delicious.

"I really want to... taste the legendary Pure Yang Body. It must be very nourishing."

Her voice was charming, her posture languid, and towards the end, she even carried a hint of girlish naivety and curiosity.

The tone was as if they were discussing a delicious dessert, but the voice made the Xuanming Guard Commander outside the door feel parched.

He wasn't moved; he felt a chill run down his spine.

He had naturally heard of Madam Ru Shuang's infamous reputation. This woman's fate was bizarre; she was said to be extremely unlucky in marriage, and anyone who became her Daoist partner would die a violent and inexplicable death. She was also said to bring misfortune to her family, as all her close relatives had met with unforeseen demise.

Some say she is born with an ominous fate, destined to be unlucky; others say she practices some kind of evil cultivation technique that drains men's vital energy, but no one dares to verify it.

But she was also so stunningly beautiful that her fame spread far and wide, and no man could resist her charm.

Those who dared to provoke her seemed to have met with no good end.

Those princes and noblemen who once spent lavishly on her, those outstanding talents who once swore to stay with her until old age, all ended up either dying suddenly or mysteriously disappearing, their remains never found.

I really don't know how the sect leader managed to invite this strange and beautiful Buddha statue out of the mountains.

"Madam is brilliant... I wonder, how should we lure him out?" The commander suppressed his heart palpitations and asked in a low voice.