She looked into his eyes, writing stroke by stroke until finished. After finishing, she gazed at the other party full of expectation.

Pei Zichen looked at her. Pei Zichen’s heart trembled, yet he clearly knew this was merely her disguise.

He couldn’t help but laugh, mocking: “Why write this name?”

Jiang Zhaoxue froze, not expecting this reaction from the other party. She couldn’t help but immediately write again: “Is it you?”

Though she asked, she was certain.

She just didn’t understand the person before her’s reaction. After the person before her sensed she had finished writing, he laughed and drew close to her: “What, you didn’t know?”

Jiang Zhaoxue frowned, her eyes carrying some shock. Seeing her expression, Pei Zichen couldn’t help saying: “Didn’t you know all along, which is why you deliberately seduced step by step, coming to take my life for your darling husband?”

Hearing these words, Jiang Zhaoxue was shocked. She immediately realized something was wrong and began struggling with muffled sounds, wanting to explain.

But Pei Zichen pressed down on her firmly, completely unwilling to let go.

Jiang Zhaoxue’s heart grew anxious. She desperately used her eyes to signal he had misunderstood, twisting and rubbing under him. Pei Zichen’s expression changed abruptly from her movements. He pressed his lips and warned: “Don’t move!”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue stopped. She saw the other party pressing on her body, breathing slightly erratic, saying coldly: “I know what you want to say, but listen well—I won’t believe a single word you say. Don’t think you can keep lying to me. I’ll be fooled by you once, twice…”

As Pei Zichen spoke, he paused.

He stared at the woman beneath him. Her eyes held no guilt whatsoever, only anxiety.

He had given her a chance.

He wanted to trust her. He knew clearly Shen Yuqing was coming, knew she was plotting something improper, knew she deliberately approached, yet he still wanted to trust her.

Just like when he was young—she gave him one candy and he could be happy for a lifetime.

She lied to him again and again, yet he was still willing to be deceived.

Even at this moment of speaking harsh words, a vague fear floated up in his heart.

Fear that she wouldn’t even be willing to lie anymore.

But why—what did she take him for?

Even if Pei Zichen was a dog, he shouldn’t be lied to like this again and again and again.

The hand gripping hers couldn’t help but tighten. He laughed coldly, saying in a low voice: “How could there be a third time?”

“There isn’t!”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue quickly shook her head, using her eyes to signal her innocence.

But this action made Pei Zichen laugh. He pressed against her face, his tone very light, like a venomous snake resting by her ear, murmuring softly: “What are you denying? I know very well what you’re like. I knew long ago. As soon as Shen Yuqing arrived, I knew. I also know you’re working for him. Aren’t you most concerned about him? Come!”

Pei Zichen used immortal-binding rope to tie her hands behind her back and pulled her up in one motion.

Jiang Zhaoxue was dragged stumbling to the vanity. Pei Zichen grabbed her hair and pressed her forcefully before the mirror, shouting sternly: “Look!”

As he spoke, a courtyard appeared in the mirror’s surface. Shen Yuqing was in the courtyard, surrounded by countless demon cultivators.

He clearly wasn’t what he used to be. A group of mere Nascent Soul demon cultivators had him trapped. He was covered in blood, his eyes sharp. Even in desperate straits, the sword in his hand remained unhurried.

However, what shocked Jiang Zhaoxue even more was the red-clothed woman directing everything from the high eaves in the mirror.

Red clothes, red umbrella. From the clothing, this person was undoubtedly Xin Luoyi.

Yet—

She looked exactly like Mu Jinyue!

She stared blankly at the mirror. Pei Zichen watched her from the side.

Seeing her eyes not blinking as she watched Shen Yuqing in the water mirror, his heart felt gnawed by something again. Dense, intricate pain arose, yet he was unwilling to lose composure. He only gripped her hair, leaned close to her ear, and murmured softly: “Do you see? Not everything in this world is within your calculations. Master also has times of being at a dead end. He won’t win for a lifetime, and I won’t lose for a lifetime.”

“Are you misunderstanding something?”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly reacted. She glanced at Xin Luoyi in the water mirror. Though she couldn’t figure out the relationship between Xin Luoyi and Mu Jinyue, she knew the urgent matter at hand was Pei Zichen. She immediately tried to turn back and explain: “I didn’t come for him. I came for you—”

“Then watch him die!”

These words seemed to suddenly enrage Pei Zichen. He violently pressed her against the mirror, staring at her fixedly, his eyes full of bloodshot rage, shouting sternly: “You say again and again it’s for me, but if it’s for me, then prove it to me! I’ll capture him right now, capture all your attendants and disciples, and you kill them yourself for me to see!”

These words shocked Jiang Zhaoxue. She stared blankly at the young man before her who was like a wild beast, unable to help murmuring softly: “Zichen… what’s wrong with you?”

This question made Pei Zichen suddenly feel sourness surging in his heart.

What was wrong with him?

He was just in pain.

He just didn’t understand—he had already tried so hard. He had given everything.

He had forgiven her for using the Spirit-Locking Formation to deceive him.

Forgiven her for lying to him with love.

Forgiven her for causing his death. After all, it was his willingness, was her single-minded pursuit of death.

But he had given her even his life—how could she lie to him again?

Thinking of these past days when she confessed to him again and again before him, he almost thought it was real, almost believed she truly loved him, truly woke up after his death. Even though Xin Luoyi reminded him repeatedly, even though reason told him again and again she had problems, he still chose to trust her.

But in the end, she still came because of Shen Yuqing.

Because he was the Jiuyou Xuanming Emperor, she came to deceive him a second time, just like when she deceived him to obtain the five divine artifacts.

Using their affection to poison him, feeding him medicine of unknown origin. If Li Xiuji’s body didn’t have the ability of creation, if he hadn’t prepared a duplicate body in advance, today he would probably have died at her hands.

And she still dared to so innocently ask what was wrong with him?

Pei Zichen couldn’t help but laugh. He leaned forward, pressing behind her, hands supporting on both her sides, looking at Shen Yuqing being besieged by Xin Luoyi in the mirror, asking softly: “What’s wrong with me?”

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to see their overlapping, intertwined shadows in the mirror. A huge sense of satisfaction suddenly arose.

He couldn’t help but lower his head to lightly sniff the fragrance on her body with his nose, asking softly in return: “Am I not kind enough, not gentlemanly enough, not a good person anymore?”

“I didn’t… that’s not what I meant.”

As he sniffed at her ear, Jiang Zhaoxue felt her body somewhat weakening.

When she didn’t know he was Pei Zichen, she still maintained some vigilance and boundaries. After confirming he was Pei Zichen, that boundary completely collapsed. With his light touch, her body couldn’t restrain itself from responding.

But she knew now wasn’t the time. She insisted on keeping her mind somewhat clear and began trying to placate: “Zichen, we should sit down and talk properly. I think something’s wrong with your current state. Let me go first. We must have some misunderstanding…”

“Misunderstanding?”

Hearing this, Pei Zichen laughed lightly and interrupted her, raising his eyes to look at the mirror surface.

In the mirror, Shen Yuqing had already been completely defeated by Xin Luoyi, collapsed on the ground. He stared at the blood covering the ground, his face carrying a smile: “There’s no misunderstanding between us. I know what you want. You want me to release Master and your people, want to persuade me to be wholehearted in doing good. But Master’s Wife, it’s too late now to persuade me toward goodness. If you want to persuade me,” Pei Zichen’s hand stroked past her waist, hinting softly, “there’s only one method.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue didn’t dare speak. Her mind was completely drawn by Pei Zichen’s hand. She forced herself to stay calm, only feeling the current situation was too strange.

Pei Zichen wasn’t right. But why wasn’t he right?

Why was his attitude toward her like this?

Even if she deceived him, it was because he didn’t inform her of his identity. She took him for Li Xiuji. According to Pei Zichen’s temperament, he couldn’t fail to understand even this.

She desperately thought about the current situation, while Pei Zichen circled her waist, looking at the water mirror ahead.

The fighting scene in the mirror slowly disappeared, transforming into an ordinary mirror reflecting the appearance of the two of them.

He deliberately wanted to humiliate her.

He couldn’t bear to see her appearance of unconcern, of heartlessness.

Couldn’t bear her appearance of wanting to gloss over things lightly, acting as if nothing had happened.

He deliberately made her stand before the mirror, made her look at herself, see how she as an elder was humiliated by him.

He looked at them overlapping in the mirror, watched his own hand reach her waist, pull open her waist sash. Her clothing fell loose, revealing the inner garment embroidered with a golden-patterned white tiger.

Looking at that inner garment, his voice involuntarily became hoarse. His tone was exceptionally respectful and humble, as if he were a most courteous junior. Leaning at Jiang Zhaoxue’s ear, he said softly: “Back then, you performed the capping ceremony for this disciple. This disciple is extremely grateful. If today you would help disciple with one more favor, then whatever Master’s Wife requests, this disciple will certainly spare no effort.”

“What… what favor?”

Looking at the two people in the mirror, Jiang Zhaoxue’s mind was completely blank.

“I humbly request Master’s Wife—” Pei Zichen raised his hand to her chin, gently moving her gaze back.

He looked down at her slightly parted lips and teeth, watching the small tongue faintly visible between lips and teeth. In that instant, his mind went “buzz.”

Clearly intending to humiliate her, yet looking at her nervous and somewhat confused expression, he only felt his mouth and tongue dry, wanting to reach that place where springs gathered, to draw upon sweet dew.

Thinking this, his eyes grew deeper. His gaze was on her lips and tongue. The hand gripping her chin involuntarily exerted force, not giving her a chance to escape, steadily fixing her in place. His voice hoarse but tone consistently humble, he said softly: “To teach this disciple and raise him to adulthood.”

The moment the words fell, he suddenly pulled her forward, sweeping toward what he had craved day and night for so long!

Jiang Zhaoxue’s eyes suddenly widened in shock. Then she felt herself covered by coldness beneath her inner garment.

He was too cold—so cold she couldn’t help but shiver, instinctively struggling.

But this seemed to enrage him. He pressed her against the table, one hand gripping her chin, one hand circling before her, locking her firmly in his embrace.

The kiss was like a violent storm. He seemed naturally skilled at this, frantically plundering and drawing upon her everything.

He explored every part of her. Demonic energy overflowed from his body, enveloping her entire being.

Jiang Zhaoxue was kissed breathless, her chest heaving intensely.

So sweet.

Pei Zichen’s entire being was immersed in this kiss. Emotions suppressed for so long suddenly exploded. He finally touched her, kissed her.

He was filled with an ultimate pleasure, his entire being relying on instinct to frantically stir up this person’s everything.

She was his.

He wanted her. He wanted all of her.

He raised his eyes to look at the two people entwined in the mirror, appreciating them in an extremely calm yet extremely frenzied state.

Jiang Zhaoxue wanted to retreat but couldn’t. She felt now wasn’t right, now wasn’t the time. Yet the other party entangled unreasonably. She felt her breathing growing faster and faster, more and more difficult. Her entire being’s desires were teased up by him. She suddenly felt she didn’t want to care anymore either.

The person before her wasn’t using his brain—why should she use hers!

Following her heart, when the other party explored into her cavity again, she curled her tongue tip.

Intense pleasure suddenly transmitted through Pei Zichen’s entire body, rushing from his spine all the way to the top of his head. Pei Zichen instantly reacted, shocked as he pushed her away and shouted urgently: “What are you doing?!”

Jiang Zhaoxue froze, raising her eyes in confusion.

She saw Pei Zichen breathing intensely, looking at her with anger mixed with panic.

She kissed him.

She actively kissed him!

Anger belatedly surged up. Pei Zichen stared fixedly at the person before him.

When asked to save Pei Zichen, she refused to touch him.

Now, to save Shen Yuqing, she actively offered herself?

She didn’t care.

Pei Zichen belatedly realized—for this kind of thing, only if she cared would she be humiliated. He was only humiliating himself. How could he possibly humiliate her?

His body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to approach her, wanted to experience once more that ultimate pleasure from just now, wanted to forget everything and completely sink down, even if he died it wouldn’t matter.

Yet his heart also felt deeply humiliated.

How could she do this kind of thing for Shen Yuqing…

He closed his eyes, trembling as he turned his head away.

Jiang Zhaoxue stared blankly at Pei Zichen, her heart also rising and falling erratically.

What happened?

What happened again?

Was her… was her kissing technique really that bad?

The two remained silent. After a long while, Pei Zichen slowly calmed down.

He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling absurd. What was he doing?

He actually wanted to force her, humiliate her. Had he really become like this?

He closed his eyes and eased for a moment. Jiang Zhaoxue also didn’t dare disturb him, only waiting as he stood for a while, slowly opening his eyes.

He raised his eyes to look at her, thought for a moment, and walked forward.

He first crouched down halfway to drape clothing over her, then lowered his eyes to untie the immortal-binding rope for her.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him with shock and uncertainty, really wanting to ask if he was going to continue.

However, after untying the rope for her, the other party remained silent for a long while before saying softly: “I’m sorry. Rest first.”

Saying this, he stood up and directly disappeared into the lamplight.

Jiang Zhaoxue draped in his clothing sat in place in a daze. After a long while, she opened her mouth in confusion: “A’Nan…”

A’Nan, who had been hiding in the shadows all along, said carefully: “Ah, I’m still alive, Master.”

“Tell me…” Jiang Zhaoxue slowly processed it: “Is his brain broken? What did he just say?”

“I humbly request Master’s Wife to teach this disciple and raise him to adulthood?”

He didn’t think he was still a virgin, did he?!!

Really thought he was naturally gifted, coming on this strong right from the start?

Jiang Zhaoxue belatedly reacted and suddenly felt this was seriously bad. In an instant, she remembered Ye Tianjiao’s earlier assessment that Li Xiuji’s brain was broken.

This wasn’t Li Xiuji’s brain being broken—this was Pei Zichen’s brain being broken!

“Ye Tianjiao…”

Jiang Zhaoxue immediately reacted to the key point and quickly got up to find the voice transmission jade tablet.

She had figured it out.

Today, even if she got herself killed by Pei Zichen, she had to find Ye Tianjiao and ask clearly—what exactly was wrong with her Pei Zichen?!!