Xiao Wu's Maid Outfit

Night deepened.

Jiang Ziming glanced at the sky outside the window, then at Xiao Wu, who stood in the room with no intention of leaving, and said:

"It's getting late. We have to set off for Shrek Academy early tomorrow morning, so it's about time to rest."

He paused, then asked:

"Do you want to take a bath?"

Xiao Wu's face immediately turned red.

"I... with my cultivation, even if I don't bathe, I can absolutely guarantee that my body is perfectly clean..."

She spoke softly, her voice growing quieter and quieter.

"But... if I can take a bath..."

She averted her gaze slightly, somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Ziming smiled. "Why are you being so polite with me?"

He called for a servant and instructed them to prepare hot bathwater and a change of clothes for Xiao Wu.

After Xiao Wu left with the maid, Jiang Ziming sat by the bed and brought up the system panel for a look.

[Emotion Points: 1998]

He had wrung nearly three thousand emotion points out of Tang San today. Though he had practically "drained" him dry, this was only the beginning.

He closed the panel, a faint smile curling his lips.

Tang San, it was only the first day.

About thirty minutes later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Jiang Ziming was bent over making the bed. Hearing the sound, he looked up.

Then he froze.

Xiao Wu stood in the doorway, moonlight streaming in behind her and outlining her graceful silhouette.

She had changed into a brand-new maid outfit.

The fitted black-and-white dress outlined her slender waist and lovely curves just right. A delicate bow was tied at the somewhat heavy neckline, and beneath the skirt were a pair of long, jade-like legs wrapped in black stockings.

Moonlight spilled into the room, casting a taut sheen over the black stockings encasing the girl's legs and tracing their smooth, beautiful lines.

The girl's pink hair was tied into a neat ponytail behind her head, with a few loose strands hanging beside her cheeks, making her delicate little face appear even more charming and lovely.

She stood there with her hands folded before her, her posture dignified, though she lowered her head slightly from nervousness and occasionally lifted her eyes to steal a look at the boy's reaction.

"Master..."

Her voice carried a hint of shyness and unease.

"The maid took away my clothes. I don't know why... there was only this set left in the changing room..."

Jiang Ziming came back to his senses and could not help smiling.

He stepped forward, raised a hand, and gently patted her head.

"Don't worry. It suits you quite well. You look lovely."

Xiao Wu's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, the color spreading from her face all the way to her ears.

She lowered her head, but could not suppress the upward curl of her lips. Her voice was as soft as melted honey:

"Thank you, Master~"

[Xiao Wu is extremely happy because you praised her—Emotion Points +99!]

Then Xiao Wu immediately took the bedding from the boy's hands and continued making the bed for him.

"Master, how can you do such menial work yourself? Please leave it to me. This is my job to begin with."

As she spoke, she carefully tucked in the quilt, her tone seeming to carry a trace of reproach.

Soon, the bed was made.

The two of them got under the covers, and Jiang Ziming reached out to extinguish the candle.

The room fell into darkness, with only moonlight shining through the window and casting a patch of silver-white across the floor.

At first, Jiang Ziming was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

There was suddenly someone beside him. Her breathing, body warmth, and faint fragrance all reminded him that this was not a night spent alone.

But he soon discovered that Xiao Wu beside him was even less accustomed to it.

She lay on the outer side of the bed with her back to him, curled into a ball like a little animal hiding inside its shell.

Although there was some distance between them, under the moonlight, she could vaguely sense his gaze directed toward her.

Whenever their eyes met, she would unconsciously curl up slightly, avert her eyes, and not dare meet his gaze.

The pounding of her heart was especially clear in the quiet room.

[Ding!]

[You and Xiao Wu are being so intimate that Tang San is furious enough to bang his head against the wall—Emotion Points +99!]

The corners of Jiang Ziming's lips lifted slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

Xiao Wu beside him seemed to have secretly turned around and was quietly studying him in the darkness.

[Ding!]

[Xiao Wu gazes at you affectionately, making Tang San so furious that he bangs his head against the floor—Emotion Points +99!]

A soft hand gently tugged at the corner of the quilt by his shoulder, carefully tucking in the spot where cold air was leaking into the covers.

[Ding!]

[Xiao Wu secretly and tenderly tucks in your quilt, making Tang San so furious that he jumps from the thirteenth floor of the palace—Emotion Points +99!]

Jiang Ziming did not open his eyes, allowing wave after wave of emotion points to flood in.

Before he knew it, he had fallen fast asleep.

Under the moonlight, the pink-haired girl lay on her side, quietly watching the boy's sleeping profile, a faint smile on her lips.

She shifted a little closer, then a little closer still, until she could feel the warmth of his breath.

Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

Midnight.

Moonlight streamed through the windows, and the shadows of the trees shifted slightly.

The Jiang Family estate had sunk into deep sleep, with even the insects mostly fallen silent.

Yet in an inconspicuous little room deep within the estate, hushed voices drifted through the darkness.

"First Elder, what are you still hesitating for?"

A man in black spoke anxiously. His voice was kept low, but it could not conceal his agitation.

"That's right, First Elder. That little brat is leaving for Shrek tomorrow. It'll be difficult to make a move against him after that!"

Another voice joined in, filled with viciousness.

"If we strike now, us Soul Kings can take him out without a sound! The Family Head is away this time, competing with other families for control of the chamber of commerce. Once he hears that the young master is dead, his forces will surely be thrown into turmoil! Then, if we join forces with the other major families and launch an assault, it will be the best chance for the Jiang Family to change hands!"

By the window, an aged figure stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the pitch-black night. He remained silent for a moment.

Then he slowly nodded.

"Go."

"Make it clean."

Several black-robed thugs accepted the order. Their figures flashed, and they vanished into the night.

Like ghosts, they swept over rooftops and eaves, silently closing in on the young master's courtyard.

Every step landed in the shadows, and even their breathing was suppressed to the faintest degree.

They were the most elite among the Jiang Family's assassins. With Soul King-level cultivation, working together, they could end a battle in an instant.

And their target was merely a twelve-year-old two-ring Great Soul Master.

To them, this did not even count as an assassination. It was simply cleanup.

Elsewhere.

In the bedroom, the candle had gone out, and the moonlight was like gauze.

Jiang Ziming breathed evenly, sleeping peacefully.

Yet the pair of pink ears beside him suddenly twitched lightly.

Xiao Wu opened her eyes.

Those pink eyes, which had been filled with tenderness not long ago, flashed with a cold gleam in the darkness.

Several Soul King-level auras were rapidly approaching the courtyard.

Their killing intent was completely undisguised.

Someone wanted to assassinate Master!

The moment that thought arose, Xiao Wu's expression changed.

There was not the slightest panic. In its place was cold fury.

Without the slightest hesitation, not even her breathing became unsteady.

"Third Soul Skill: Teleportation!"

So as not to disturb her master's rest, she deliberately controlled her soul power to surge soundlessly.

The figure beneath the covers silently vanished.

Not even a trace of wind was stirred.

The next moment, a graceful figure appeared out of thin air in the night sky above the courtyard.

Moonlight fell from behind her, coating the black-and-white maid skirt with a layer of silver radiance.

Her long, jade-like legs wrapped in black stockings stepped lightly through the air, as though treading an invisible staircase.

Her gentle yet slightly playful pink ponytail swayed softly in the night breeze.