Inside the room, the woman’s singing had ceased at some point unknown.

But what followed next was unmistakably the sound of her calling for help… No, that was not a call for help — it was a sound of pleasure!

Leng Yue stepped forward, about to force her way inside.

Ghost Face extended a long arm and stopped her: “Without the Venerable Lord’s orders, no one is permitted to enter.”

“There is news concerning the Young Palace Master of the Night Underworld Palace,” Leng Yue swept him a glance. “An urgent report!”

Ghost Face was momentarily startled. He knew that any news related to the Night Underworld Palace was of great importance — but entering at a time like this, was Leng Yue truly going in solely because of an urgent report?

In a moment of distraction, Leng Yue had already slammed the door open with her palm and charged inside.

She had never been this disrespectful to the Venerable Lord — this time, she truly could not restrain herself!

She could not bear it — a woman spending the night in the Venerable Lord’s chamber, and with the Venerable Lord, no less, making those kinds of sounds!

Ghost Face watched helplessly as Leng Yue shoved the door open. He tried to stop her but it was already too late.

“Leng Yue, how dare you!” Ghost Face rushed in after her, intending to drag her back out — but before he could, he looked up and saw the two people entangled on the bed.

That was…

Their incomparably noble and venerable Lord was actually pressing down on Feng Jiu’er and… kissing her!

Di Wu Ya was indeed kissing Feng Jiu’er. His tall and imposing frame pressed down on her petite body, his thin lips sealed against hers.

The little maidservant was pinned completely flat beneath him, visibly struggling — yet unable to break free.

Ghost Face was struck dumb. Leng Yue was struck dumb. Even Feng Jiu’er herself was struck dumb.

“N-Ninth… Ninth… Venerable Lord, Your Excellency!” She was genuinely grateful for her own wits — that they were still functioning at a moment like this.

“There are people… people watching… don’t… please stop…”

Di Wu Ya raised a large hand and swept it outward — the bed curtains fell into place. “Get out!”

That single word, “Get out,” seemed to carry the force of a palm strike, driving the two who had just entered the doorway immediately back out.

With a loud bang, Ghost Face shut the chamber door completely. He planted himself squarely before it like a guardian deity, holding the door firmly behind his back.

No one else could be allowed inside — not even he himself could enter. Absolutely not!

Leng Yue finally managed to recover her senses from the shock. She glared at that tightly shut door, her eyes red-rimmed and blazing.

“Venerable Lord, that girl’s background is unknown. We still do not know whether she poses a threat to you.”

From inside, there was no movement whatsoever — or perhaps there was, and they simply could not hear it.

Leng Yue still wanted to say more, but Ghost Face said in a hoarse voice: “I would advise you to leave at once. The Venerable Lord is already displeased.”

Leng Yue bit her lip. To walk away right now — how could she possibly do so willingly?

Their Venerable Lord was too pure and sacred. In matters such as these, he was an absolute blank slate.

Having followed at his side for so many years, when had she ever seen him grow close to any young woman?

Not merely close — he would not even willingly touch one, would not spare so much as an extra glance.

And yet now, their most sacred, most immaculate, most otherworldly Venerable Lord was actually pressing down on a young woman, doing that sort of thing!

He must have been seduced by that wicked woman. A man as transcendent and celestial as their Venerable Lord — if he had not been seduced, he could never have done such a thing!

“Leng Yue, go back first,” Ghost Face’s tone softened somewhat.

Although he too was deeply shaken — his feelings were no different from Leng Yue’s — because in all these many years, the Venerable Lord had truly never been willing to spare so much as an extra glance at any young woman.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed it — that the Venerable Lord was actually forcing himself upon a little maidservant.

And yet, it was unmistakably force. He had seen it with perfect clarity. The Venerable Lord was insisting on kissing Feng Jiu’er, while Feng Jiu’er… had been struggling the entire time…