Jiang Chen left the Elder Hall and returned to the front of the imperial bedchamber.
The bedchamber was enormous. Bibi Dong's residence and workspace were both on the eastern side.
Jiang Chen and Qian Renxue's quarters were on the western side.
He stood before the bedchamber, hesitating for a moment, but ultimately decided not to see Bibi Dong just yet.
If Bibi Dong's anger had not subsided and she caught him just to give him a vicious beating, then if Xue'er found out that he had stuffed Bibi Dong into a coffin, she might not let him sleep in her bed for a month.
So, to avoid a beating and for the sake of his future sex life, he would wait until tomorrow and find some time to visit her.
He quietly returned to his quarters and glanced into his old room. Xiao Xuening seemed to have finished cultivating. She lay on the bed, hugging a cute stuffed doll, her breathing calm and steady.
A doting smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face. He quietly entered the room and kissed her little forehead.
Then, he frowned and looked toward Hu Liena's former room next door.
Some delightful sounds were coming from inside.
"These two women, getting together again instead of cultivating properly."
He glanced at his daughter. What if they disturbed her rest?
She was still so young. Her innocent mind could not be corrupted.
He left the room and entered Hu Liena's room.
No one knew how long had passed before two heads nestled against Jiang Chen's chest like kittens.
Jiang Chen stroked their hair—different in color, but equally soft and silky—and suggested, "We should install a few soundproof Soul Tools in the room."
Hu Liena said shyly, "We're the only ones living nearby. It won't affect anyone, will