Yue Shen smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. The expression was utterly unlike her usual cool reserve, carrying a hint of girlish mischief and smugness.
She let go and gently rubbed the spot she had pinched, her voice softening again.
"Don't worry. In front of outsiders, I'll still be the same Yue Shen, graceful and otherworldly, untouched by worldly concerns."
"I won't embarrass you."
She lay back against his shoulder, her fingers continuing to play with her hair, though her tone turned serious.
"But speaking of that, husband, tell me honestly: do you have a grudge against my Yin-Yang School?"
Zhao Linchuan blinked and turned to look at her. "What makes you say that? Aside from you, I don't even know anyone else from the Yin-Yang School."
Yue Shen gave a soft laugh, her voice laced with amusement.
"Yan Fei, Young Master of Fate, Great Master of Fate, and I were all brought by you to this other world."
"The Yin-Yang School lost half its strength in one fell swoop. You practically swept up all its top fighters."
She looked up at him, her gaze meaningful. "If word got out, I doubt anyone would believe you had no grudge against the Yin-Yang School."
Zhao Linchuan opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Seeing this, Yue Shen burst out laughing, her smile especially radiant in the moonlight.
She gently scratched his chest, her tone turning soft and sweet again. "See? I was right, wasn't I?"
Her smile faded, and she spoke earnestly. "In all seriousness, find a time to take Great Master of Fate for yourself."
"She's not young anymore. Wait any longer, and she'll miss her flowering season."
Zhao Linchuan furrowed his brow, about to say something.
But Yue Shen raised a hand to