How Could a Woman Sink So Low?

Seeing there was no more oil to squeeze, Qin Muye cursed under his breath and got straight to the point. "I think you should give what I said earlier some serious thought. You can't keep that accomplice of yours around. Why not sell him off? We'd both feel better."

Bai Yuji's expression was indifferent. "You don't need to worry about that."

Qin Muye shrugged. "That man has incredible connections. His position in the Capital City must be extremely high, and the organization behind you probably can't do without him. I can understand why you don't want to sell him."

Bai Yuji let out a cold laugh. "You know that, yet you still ask!"

Qin Muye spread his hands. "But you should understand one thing. A husband and wife who share a bed but harbor different dreams can be even more frightening than enemies. Think it over. Whenever you come around, you can work with me."

Bai Yuji seemed deep in thought.

She thought Qin Muye had a point.

Enemies were wary of each other, and their interests clashed. As long as you stayed on guard, you could deal with them.

But a husband and wife who shared a bed while harboring different dreams were another matter. They had some common interests and might even have to do the same things. You never knew when one of them might stab you in the back.

This mission was just such a case.

But the same thing applied to her relationship with Qin Muye.

Especially after seeing how Qin Muye had handled things today. He seemed like the kind of man who'd take whatever came at him without flinching. Even with the Luanfeng Gu binding their lives together, he wouldn't be easy for her to control.

Qin Muye lay back on the bed, perfectly comfortable, and patted the empty space beside him. "I'm going to sleep. Want to join me?"

"Heh. I'm staying next door!"

Bai Yuji gave a cold laugh and turned to leave.

She paused by the door to work herself up, then pushed it open and walked out in tears.

Now she needed to play the heartbroken woman who had just discovered that her wealthy lover was impotent.

He glanced at her curvaceous figure, absurdly perfect in every way.

Qin Muye smiled and looked away. That woman's finally gone.

All that time pretending to be a lecher wasn't for nothing.

Otherwise, I'd really have to worry about you watching me every second of the day.

He let out a soft breath and slowly sat up.

He was already quite satisfied with this outcome. The murder case had come to a close, and as long as Qin Kaijiang didn't stir up trouble, his position in the Capital City was safe for the time being—more than safe, even.

But it wasn't all good.

With their lives bound together, Bai Yuji could make him die anywhere. If the forces behind her put their weight behind it, they could arrange a cause of death for him just as easily.

He had no idea who was pulling the strings. Whoever had been able to abduct him like that must wield considerable influence in the Capital City. There couldn't be many people across the whole city with that kind of power.

I'll find a chance to investigate them one by one.

The key was still Bai Yuji. Only after he had completely brought her over to his side could he call himself truly safe.

How the hell am I supposed to do that?

We're sworn enemies!

I'm no incubus. I can't just sleep with her until she's completely satisfied, can I?

Qin Muye shook his head and put the matter aside for now.

He took brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from the cabinet, drew a little figure on a sheet of paper, then folded it up.

He spun strands of thought, linking them to every joint of the little figure.

At a mere thought, the figure seemed to come alive. It started doing calisthenics on the table, just like he was controlling his own body.

A hint of delight rose in his heart. The Thread-Crafter was terrifyingly powerful. It even came with expert drawing skills.

And the most ordinary paper and ink were enough to support a puppet. It moved without the slightest hindrance. How absurd would a puppet made of better materials be?

No matter how far away it was, he could control it at will. This thing looked like it could be used for something big!

Unfortunately, he didn't have much spare cash. If he wanted to build the strongest puppet, he'd have to make more money.

After controlling it for a while, he began to feel tired. Then he remembered he still had free attribute points left to use, so he put them all into his spirit. A cool current flowed into his brain, and he felt much more clearheaded.

[Name]: Qin Muye

[Physique]: Eighth Rank (-100/40)

[Soul]: Seventh Rank (22.7/80)

[Fate Skill]: Thread-Crafter

[Available Attribute Points]: 0

Damn...

I've reached the Seventh Rank just like that?

From now on, I'll put everything into my spirit. Until I'm sure I can take down Bai Yuji, I'm staying limp.

But this little vixen seems to have some skills.

What if she really manages to heal me with her Gu medicine, then seduces me every chance she gets?

With her looks and figure, could I resist?

Damn...

What a headache!

"Bastard!"

"Bastard!"

"Bastard!"

Bai Yuji kept washing the places Qin Muye had touched and kissed.

She had originally planned to keep a close eye on Qin Muye, but the man was far too good at dancing right on the edge of her boundaries. If she really lived in the same room as him, he'd probably violate her eight hundred times in his sleep.

Even when she was awake, he had kissed her neck and lips.

If she fell asleep, she didn't even dare imagine where he might kiss her.

She could torment him, of course, but she couldn't use a single method that would truly harm his body.

The pain would be real enough, but what if tormenting him only made him even more twisted?

Wasn't he supposed to be insecure, cowardly, and warped?

How had he become such a shameless bastard?

The next time she treated his body, she'd have to force him to work on his physique. At the very least, he should get back to the level of good looks he ought to have had.

She was prepared to sacrifice everything.

But if she could sacrifice a little less, then she'd rather sacrifice a little less.

If he could become handsome, at least the mental strain of carrying his child would be a little easier to bear.

But when she thought about it, she couldn't help feeling sorry for him. From Qin Yanying's description, Qin Muye was probably deeply insecure about his appearance. If he could lose weight, he'd certainly make the effort.

The marrow-offering had simply damaged his vital energy too much. When your vital energy was depleted, everything became painful, let alone changing your body shape.

"Enough. I won't think about that now!"

Bai Yuji raised her head and gazed at the cold moon outside the window, then took a bottle from her clothes.

The next moment, a strange-looking flying insect crawled out.

She breathed a wisp of clear qi onto the insect, and it flew out the window, vanishing in a certain direction.

It was already late at night.

But not everyone was asleep.

In a luxurious residence somewhere in the Capital City.

A woman in palace attire reclined on a daybed before a full-length mirror. She gazed at her graceful figure and flawless skin, her eyes filled with both intoxication and regret.

Beside her, a maid had finished her report and knelt silently, waiting.

After a long while,

the woman in palace attire gave a graceful wave of her hand. "You may go. Keep watching that little good-for-nothing."

"Yes!"

The maid answered respectfully, bowed, then rose and left.

The enormous room was left with only the woman in palace attire.

A while later, a flying insect landed on the wine cup in front of the daybed.

Its wings vibrated, shaking loose a cloud of hazy mist.

The woman in palace attire smiled lazily. "You're here?"

A cold voice came from within the mist. "So even you can't sleep when you've done something shameful, you old harlot!"

"Who are you calling old?"

The woman in palace attire instantly bristled. "Everyone who sees me says I look like a girl of sixteen. How dare you call me old?"

Mockery filled the laughter in the mist. "Your periods stopped years ago, and you're still stubbornly denying it."

"You..."

Killing intent flickered in the woman's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and smiled lightly. "You may still get your period, but so what? That little good-for-nothing's blood and marrow are nearly dried up. He's barely clinging to life on rare treasures. Even if you stood naked on top of him for the rest of your life, you'd never conceive a child of the Qin Family."

The scorn in the mist grew even sharper. "Is that the cruelest curse you could come up with? I suppose it would be, for someone like you. You went naked before Qin Kaijiang, yet he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"At first, I didn't understand why you wanted to sell me out.

"Now I get it. You haven't gotten Qin Kaijiang into your bed yet, so of course you can't bear to let me kill him!

"How could a woman sink so low?

"Pathetic!"

"You..."

"Don't underestimate the Gu doctors of Miaojiang. What you people of the Central Plains can't do may well be possible for us. And I'll only let you lose your temper this once. If there's a next time, we all die together!"

With that,

the mist dissipated.

The flying insect also flew out of the residence.

The estate stayed quiet for a long while. Then the crash of shattered cups and plates suddenly erupted, along with a woman's furious curses.