Arrival at the Imperial Fighting Team, Yu Tianheng Dropped Out? Xue Xing Bullied Others by Throwing His Weight Around? Huang Yan Nearly Lost It

The next morning.

Qian Renxue had changed back into her "Xue Qinghe" disguise and sat upright at the dining table.

Qian Renxue, seated at the head of the table, looked calm, as though she had not been the one spying on Huang Yan and Shui Bing'er.

Before long, Huang Yan entered with Shui Bing'er.

Shui Bing'er wore a simple, elegant ice-blue dress today. She looked even more stunning than before, with a hint of a newlywed woman's charm and languor between her brows.

"Morning, Brother Xue."

Shui Bing'er dipped slightly in greeting, her face flushed red.

"Morning, Brother Qinghe."

Huang Yan took Shui Bing'er's hand and sat down.

Qian Renxue barely maintained her gentle smile and nodded.

"Good morning, my two worthy brothers, sister-in-law.

Did you sleep well in the East Palace last night?"

Huang Yan naturally placed an exquisite pastry onto Shui Bing'er's plate and smiled.

"Thanks to Brother Qinghe, we slept very well last night. That secret room had excellent temperature control and privacy."

At the words "secret room," Shui Bing'er's pretty face instantly turned crimson.

With a slightly reproachful pout, she stepped on Huang Yan's foot beneath the table, then lowered her head and quietly ate.

Seeing their intimate interaction, especially Shui Bing'er's bashful, lovestruck expression, Qian Renxue's grip on her chopsticks abruptly tightened.

The image from last night—ice and fire entwining, two bodies wildly tangled together—instantly surged into her mind like a tidal wave.

That was my bed...

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and tried to suppress the jealousy and sense of imbalance in her chest, feelings so intense they nearly soured her to death.

Qian Renxue raised her teacup for a sip, forcibly reined in her emotions, and smiled as she changed the subject.

"The weather is nice today. I happen to be visiting