It could only be said that Feng Ling'er's Aura-Gazing Art was truly formidable. She had actually discerned what Zi Yu had given simply by looking at her aura.
Zi Yu could not help saying, "At the time, circumstances forced our hand. It was unavoidable, and things simply fell into place..."
Feng Ling'er wore an expression of utter agony. "Stop using all those idioms of yours. You make it sound like I care that much."
Though she said that aloud, she did care deeply.
She knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, but she had never expected it to happen so soon.
She had known Duan Yun for several years. Before, he had never done this sort of thing. Yet ever since that trip to Jade Radiance Palace, it was as though some marvelous valve inside him had burst open. First there had been the inscrutable Grand Palace Mistress Ming Yue, then Shen Ying, then herself, and now Zi Yu.
Could he not take a break?
Why was he like a pig rooting through cabbages, never stopping for a moment?
Recently, a gust of rumor had blown in from who knew where, saying that every female hero under heaven was Duan Yun's private property. Her fists had clenched just hearing it.
There were countless female heroes under heaven. If they all counted as his wives, that would be even more outrageous than an emperor's harem of three thousand beauties.
She would not allow it!
Besides, during those intimate encounters with Duan Yun, she really could feel his affection. She knew that when he said, "Every one of them is sincere," it was no empty claim.
And she felt that even if Duan Yun possessed World-Shaking Wisdom, loving three women at once should have been about his limit.
Yet, yet,