"Senior Sister, she's been staying in the residence for so long, and you..."
Chen Sanshi asked tentatively.
Rong Yanqiu said irritably, "I can't beat her. Luckily, aside from wearing that sour face, she hasn't harmed anyone. Otherwise, we would have had to mobilize the army and invite Martial Saints to surround and suppress her."
"Sorry to trouble you, Senior Sister. I'll go back and take a look right away. Qianxun!"
Chen Sanshi handed Xixi to Sun Li, mounted his horse, and rushed into the city.
Outside the Chen Residence, everything looked no different from usual.
"Ah, Master is back!"
Siqin and Mohua came out to greet him.
Chen Sanshi gave them a look.
Siqin understood at once and whispered, "She's in the bedroom."
"Mm."
Chen Sanshi dismounted and entered the courtyard. Before he could push open the bedroom door, he sensed two auras inside.
One belonged to someone with dense spiritual energy within her body, not much weaker than that old emperor's. She truly was... an uninvited guest.
Creak.
He pushed open the door.
There,
in the flower-scented room, Gu Xinlan was doing needlework, while another woman in black sat cross-legged atop the bed.
The woman had willow-dark brows like emerald feathers and skin like jade cream. Her peach-blossom face was exquisitely beautiful, gold threads adorned her temples, black gauze floated around her like thick ink, and pearl-and-jade hairpins shone from her lofty coiffure. She seemed like an immortal maiden descended from heaven, yet carried a dignified bearing. Her immortal beauty defied description, and her majesty defied portrayal.
Looking closer, Chen Sanshi saw that her brows and eyes bore quite some resemblance to Gu Xinlan's. Yet her entire body radiated an aura that kept strangers at arm's length. Noticing someone enter, she slowly opened her eyes. Within those dark, unfathomable