The Wicked Servant Teases His Mistress, Harmony in Each Other's Arms, the Marvelous Uses of Divine Ghosts, the Strange Effects of the Malevolent Garment

Li Xian saw Wen Caishang's eyes rippling, her sweet laughter still lingering as tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. Her cheeks were pink as cherry blossoms, every bit of her delicate, alluring charm on display. He recalled how Lady Broken Sword had once kept her joy and anger hidden, dignified and elegant, gentle as water, yet vicious as a viper. Who would have thought she would one day beg for mercy in such a plaintive voice? The enchanting sight was difficult to put into words.

He thought, Madam is steady and mature, graceful beyond compare, and first-rate in both strength and methods. A beauty like her is like the bright moon in the heavens—visible but beyond reach. Yet just now, she repeatedly begged me for mercy. This appearance, this manner, truly is... rare.

Li Xian said solemnly, "The wind and snow are so fierce here. What did Madam say just now? I couldn't hear clearly." Wen Caishang gritted her teeth. Struggling was useless, so she said in a deep voice, "You little bastard, stop while you're ahead. If you keep fooling around, I really will... Hahaha..." Another gust struck the soles of her feet. No matter how profound her martial arts were, she could only feel helpless.

Her soles had reddened, her toes like fine delicacies carved from white jade, fair and delicate. Startled with nowhere to flee, she swayed left and right yet could not escape her fate. Once a wave of laughter had passed, Wen Caishang could no longer care about her dignity and begged plaintively, "Good hero, good hero, my good Li Lang, darling Li Lang, please stop... stop. Cai Shang truly knows she was wrong this time. Truly!"

Li Xian said, "Oh, is that so?" Wen Caishang's cheeks flushed crimson. Most of her strength