Fairy, please have some self-respect. I am not the reincarnation of your deceased husband.

"Master?"

The air seemed to freeze.

Chen Lianshu's hand rested on the edge of the scroll, but she subconsciously let go because her master had arrived so suddenly.

Instantly, the scroll unfurled like a kite with its string cut, with a "whoosh" sound.

"..."

What came into view were the figures of Pei Wanyun and Chen Lianshu.

The pose in the painting is actually quite normal.

Just like Pei Wanyun usually "instructs" Chen Lianshu, she is personally guiding him in swordsmanship.

call--

Seeing this, Pei Wanyun finally felt relieved.

Fortunately, the few volumes I was most afraid of being seen are still at the bottom of the box.

She glanced instinctively at the open wooden crate.

The scrolls that were originally neatly arranged inside the box have been mostly taken out.

However, the boxes were neatly categorized.

Clearly, everything presented had already been seen.

"..."

Only after Pei Wanyun's tense emotions gradually calmed down did she slowly approach.

My heart was pounding so hard just now, I was so nervous.

So much so that her face still has a slight blush, but thankfully it's not very noticeable.

Chen Lianshu finally came to her senses, hurriedly closed the scroll in her hand, carefully placed it aside, and bowed to her master, saying:

"Master, please forgive me."

"My disciple..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Wanyun gently interrupted him.

Her voice was soft and gentle, clearly indicating she wasn't angry.

"I can tell just by looking at Xueyan. It's this little thing that caused the trouble."

With that, she flicked her fingertips with spiritual energy and gently grabbed Little Snow Flame, who was happily eating in the corner.

The little dumpling flew into her hand and was held by the back of her neck.

"It opened first, didn't it?"

"?"

Xiao Xueyan looked completely bewildered, clearly unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Pei Wanyun wouldn't hold a grudge against her husband, but Xue Yan was a different story.

Those scrolls at the bottom of the box, let alone her husband, even she herself dared not look at them too often.

Although I understand that the little thing meant well, it's a different story if good intentions lead to bad outcomes.

After her husband leaves, she must give him a proper "reminder".

"Well…"

Chen Lianshu looked away guiltily, her tone ambiguous, and she replied in a low voice:

"Yes...no..."

Although he was initially forced to watch it, he later genuinely wanted to watch it on his own initiative.

"You saw it?"

Upon receiving this reply, Pei Wanyun did not say anything more.

He simply tossed Little Snowflame aside and "temporarily" let it go.

"…Um."

Chen Lianshu nodded in agreement and added:

"I only saw this volume."

Unexpectedly, before he could even ask, his master began to explain.

"This portrait was created before I found you, because I was thinking of you..."

He paused, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't:

"This was written by a disciple who deeply misses you and remembers your appearance."

Pei Wanyun lowered her eyes and glanced at the unfolded scroll again, still feeling uneasy.

fine…

Fortunately, it's only this volume of the Dancing Sword Technique.

At the very least, it can be explained as a deep bond between master and disciple, with her instructing the other in sword practice.

"What do you think of these portraits...?"

These words weren't exactly lies.

After all, the scrolls that Chen Lianshu saw were indeed written before she found her husband.

She simply concealed the existence of those few scrolls at the bottom of the box.

The rest were those who "ran into" their husbands' homes twice—

Unable to contain his emotions, he secretly sketched out the intimate scene he "expected" with each stroke of his pen.

"It's very beautiful."

Chen Lianshu blurted it out almost without hesitation, exaggerating without a second thought.

"Yes, if you like it, that's good."

Seeing that her husband was satisfied, Pei Wanyun breathed a sigh of relief.

She then stepped forward, squatted down, and began to tidy up the scrolls inside and outside the wooden box.

Chen Lianshu was about to lend a hand when the other party raised his hand to stop him.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now..."

Suddenly, Pei Wanyun spoke softly, her voice becoming even gentler.

The hand that was arranging the scrolls gently landed on the few scrolls at the bottom of the box, its meaning profound and its message unspoken:

"If you saw these things one day, what would you think?"

"My disciple likes it very much."

Chen Lianshu answered truthfully.

But Pei Wanyun smiled, a very soft smile, and murmured something meaningfully in a low voice:

"If you really 'like' it... then that would be wonderful."

Before the other party could ask further questions, she changed the subject:

"I not only called you, but also your senior sister."

"I'll tell her some things when she arrives."

"Now go to your room and wait. I have a 'surprise' for you."

surprise?

What kind of surprise needs to be kept secret?

"…yes."

Although Chen Lianshu was puzzled, she still followed his instructions and went into the room.

This was the first time he had stepped into his master's bedroom.

Unlike Mu Qianxue's simple lifestyle, which even lacked a dressing table typical of ordinary women.

Pei Wanyun's room was furnished very well, exuding a gentle and elegant atmosphere.

After observing for a while, Chen Lianshu sat down on a chair in the corner and waited quietly.

Before long, Pei Wanyun finished packing up the painting and carried the wooden box back to her bedroom.

And it brings a distinct fragrance when you enter.

The dormitory door was then closed.

But beneath her deliberate concealment—

Unbeknownst to Chen Lianshu, the moment the door closed, a subtle stream of water-based spiritual energy silently enveloped the door, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

She didn't deliberately hide the location of the painting, but instead placed the wooden box in its usual storage spot in front of her husband.

"Why are you sitting so far away?"

Pei Wanyun didn't rush to present the surprise. Instead, she sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Chen Lianshu who was sitting in the corner looking a little reserved, and couldn't help but chuckle:

Don't be so reserved.

"Come, sit here."

After saying that, she gently patted the bed beside her, gesturing for him to sit down.

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Chen Lianshu had no choice but to sit down as instructed.

"I wonder what surprise Master intends to give me by inviting me in?"

He got straight to the point.

I don't know why, but I always feel a strange unease in my master's bedroom, a feeling that makes me feel uncomfortable all over...

Pei Wanyun's smile deepened, and she gently patted his hand, saying softly:

"Okay~"

"Since you're in such a hurry, then I'll give you a surprise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Lianshu felt a tightness all over his body, as if he had been bound by an invisible force.

"Um?"

"Master... what's wrong?"

Chen Lianshu looked at his master with surprise and doubt.

"rest assured."

Pei Wanyun smiled faintly and gave him a reassuring look.

But her phoenix eyes lingered on him, especially on his upper body, for a long time.

This "unintentional" glance inexplicably reminded her of those two nights when she nestled in her husband's arms, the comforting and reassuring touch.

"It will be over soon."

At the same time, a figure in pure white also arrived inside the Yunxin Palace.

It was Mu Qianxue who had come on orders.

"Master, what are you doing?!"

"Why are you taking my clothes off?!"

As soon as Mu Qianxue stepped into the bedchamber, she heard these two incredibly explosive sentences.

She was all too familiar with that sound coming from the dormitory.

It was her husband, Chen Lianshu.

"???"

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.

He dashed to the dormitory door in one stride, reaching out to push it open—

However, it was blocked by a gentle barrier of water-based spiritual energy.

The door was tightly closed, and spiritual energy was blocked.

This scene, combined with the husband's words inside the room...

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding washed over me…

damn!