"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here."
The shouts from outside interrupted the deep conversation between the two people on the bed.
"Your Majesty …" The man in the palace robe clung to the Empress, calling out seductively.
The Empress felt weak all over. It was said that women in their thirties and forties were as fierce as tigers. The Empress was at this age, so why would she care about the Prime Minister?
"Let her wait," the Empress ordered vaguely, then began another round of conversation with the man.
"Prime Minister, you can't go in … Ouch …"
"Hurry and stop the Prime Minister."
There was a sudden commotion outside. If the Empress could continue like this, then she was also a strong person.
She angrily put on her clothes and got out of bed.
Outside, the Shi Sheng had also knocked down quite a few people on his way to the inner palace.
"Ah!" The moment the Shi Sheng entered, he caused a wave of screams.
The palace was filled with a very strong aphrodisiac, so the moment the Shi Sheng entered, he saw stars. The people scurrying around looking for places to hide were all men, and they were all dressed very skimpily.
As expected, lust was hereditary.
"Prime Minister!" The Empress gritted her teeth and glared at the intruder. "We aren't dead yet. Are you trying to force us to abdicate by barging into our chambers?"
'Force your ass.
Do I look like such a senseless person to you? '
"Where's Ling Yue's sword?"
"Sword?" The Empress' expression became strange at this sudden turn of events.
Barging into the palace in the middle of the night just for a sword?
The Empress didn't believe it.
"Prime Minister …"
"Where's the sword?" The Shi Sheng impatiently interrupted the Empress. He felt like he was being an eyesore here. He felt like he was letting his wife down.
This was unacceptable.
The Empress frowned. Her gaze swept over the Iron Sword in the Shi Sheng's hand, and she hurriedly ordered someone to fetch it.
The person who fetched the sword trembled as he presented the flexible sword to the Shi Sheng.
The Shi Sheng confirmed that it was Ling Yue's flexible sword. He didn't even bother to look at the Empress's sword as he turned and left.
He left just like that?
Did he really leave?
Did he really come for the sword?
Only after Shi Sheng disappeared from the hall did the Empress believe that this traitorous Prime Minister of hers had really come for the sake of a sword.
The Empress did want to send people to encircle and kill her, but on the day of the Heaven's Ritual, she had seen her strength with her own eyes. Could these idiots in the palace really kill her?
Don't provoke her when the time comes. The gains won't make up for the losses.
…
Shi Sheng said that he would bring Ling Yue back to Mt. Wanyuan. The next morning, he really did prepare a carriage and brought Ling Yue out of the city.
She only brought Ying Yue with her.
The two of them sat in the carriage and stared at each other.
After a while, Shi Sheng took out a soft sword from the side. "Here."
Ling Yue stared at the sword for a full three seconds before accepting it.
Was this why she had asked him about the sword yesterday?
"Aren't you afraid that I'll use this sword to deal with you?" She returned the sword to him just like that, was she really not worried at all?
Shi Sheng looked at her lovingly. "As long as you're happy."
If you want to deal with me, you need to have the strength to do so!
Ling Yue: "…" There was no way to communicate.
The carriage soon arrived at Mt. Wanyuan. Ling Yue wanted to climb up the Sky Steps.
Shi Sheng had no choice but to accompany him.
Before they were even halfway up, Shi Sheng was already panting from exhaustion.
Ling Yue stood at the top of a few steps, his face completely unruffled as he stared coldly at the woman who was sitting on the ground without a care for her image.
His heart was crumbling.
She didn't seem this tired even when she was fighting.
It was just climbing a ladder. Did she have to be this tired?
Fighting really wasn't tiring for Shi Sheng. After all, he had an Iron Sword that could cut through people like a carrot. Unless it was a battle of attrition, he didn't expend much energy.
But this ladder was practically at a ninety-degree angle.
What did ninety-degree angle mean? If she wasn't careful, she'd fall down. As a civil official, she was already doing her best to climb halfway up.
Just as Shi Sheng was panting for breath, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. A fair, slender hand reached out to her.
Shi Sheng looked in the direction of the hand.
Ling Yue's gaze wandered as he stubbornly explained, "If you keep walking like this, we won't be able to climb the mountain until dark."
"Why don't you carry me then?" Shi Sheng took advantage of his situation.
Ling Yue was about to pull his hand back with a dark expression, but Shi Sheng immediately reached out and grabbed him. "Not carrying, not carrying. It's fine holding hands."
Ling Yue harrumphed.
Shi Sheng's face darkened. Fine, he's showing his tsundere side.
Very well!
Borrowing Ling Yue's strength, Shi Sheng stood up. Ling Yue walked in front of her, holding her hand as they climbed up the mountain.
Shi Sheng took the opportunity to slip her hand through his and interlock their fingers.
Ling Yue glanced back at her and tightened his grip. In the end, he continued walking with a cold expression.
When they reached the monastery, Ling Yue tried to pull his hand back, but it was to no avail.
"Prime Minister, let go." Don't you know that men and women shouldn't touch each other?
"I'm afraid you'll fall. It's better if I hold your hand," Shi Sheng said sternly.
Ling Yue: "…" This was his territory. How could he possibly fall?
Ling Yue tried several times, but he couldn't pull his hand back. Shi Sheng looked at him with a smile.
Ling Yue's heart began to beat wildly. He hurriedly averted his gaze and strode toward the loft at the top of the cliff.
He warned himself not to think about it, but the sensation in his hand made it hard for him to not think about it.
Her hand was very small, and her skin was delicate. It was completely different from the rough and broad skin of other women.
This hand had once held his most private place.
Thinking of this, Ling Yue subconsciously tightened his grip.
"Sss … Little Daoist, even if you don't want to hold my hand, you don't have to cripple my hand, do you?" Shi Sheng sucked in a cold breath.
Ling Yue snapped out of his daze and realized that he had used so much strength. He immediately let go. Shi Sheng's hand was already red.
"I'm sorry …" He hadn't done it on purpose. His heart was in a mess, and he didn't know how to face her.
Shi Sheng shook his hand. Why was this child's hand so strong?
Motherf * cker, my hand was going to break.
"Help me blow on it." Shi Sheng raised her hand in front of Ling Yue and blinked. Her face was full of grievance, and she was just short of crying.
Ling Yue looked at the red mark he had left on her hand. After a moment of silence, he held her hand and gently blew on it.
His warm breath hit her hand, and it was like a feather brushing against her heart. It made her feel numb and ticklish, making her want to pounce on him.
In the end, her rationality prevailed over her impulse. However, she continued to shamelessly ask for more benefits. "It won't hurt if you kiss me."
Ling Yue looked at her.
Shi Sheng did her best to make her expression look more aggrieved.
Her long, curly eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Her usually calm eyes seemed to be tinged with a smile and warmth, drawing him in.
He didn't know why, but he planted a kiss on her hand.
His lips were a little cold, and when they landed on her skin that was burning from the pain, the coolness was just enough to dispel the burning sensation.
"Ling Yue."
Ling Yue's face was slightly red. He raised his head to look at her, and his eyes widened.
Ling Yue didn't expect her to suddenly pounce on him, so he was pushed into the grass behind him.
"Ling Yue …" Shi Sheng's gaze was somewhat serious.
At first, Ling Yue's body was very stiff. However, when she called his name, he didn't know why, but he felt very uncomfortable.
It was so uncomfortable that he almost couldn't breathe.
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It's five chapters every day! I don't cut any corners!!
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