Intimate cultivation

He returned to the great hall when a peal of silvery laughter suddenly rang out, and a familiar figure approached with light, graceful steps.

Her long dress trailed along the floor, offering glimpses of her slender legs. Her waist was slim and softly rounded, her half-bared arms rosy and lustrous. Her hair fell over her shoulders, framing an enchanting face.

She was utterly alluring, with voluptuous curves—a devil's body and an angel's face. A red beauty mark between her brows shimmered with flecks of divine light.

"It's been a while, Miss Qin Yao. You've grown even more beautiful."

Jiang Yun was in a good mood that day and offered Qin Yao a few compliments.

Qin Yao chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "Then who's more beautiful, Her Highness or me?"

Jiang Yun smiled without answering.

"What did you do with Her Highness today? She seemed rather distracted after she returned."

Qin Yao was a true enchantress. She cast Jiang Yun a sidelong glance, brimming with seductive charm.

"We cultivated as usual, nothing else."

Jiang Yun was telling the truth.

"You both gave the same answer. I'm afraid we'll have another Highness above us before long."

Qin Yao gave a languid little yawn as she probed him.

"There will only ever be one Highness."

Outside the window, ancient pines stood tall and a clear spring flowed, creating a tranquil scene. Candlelight flickered indoors, where Qin Yao sat in a wicker chair, her gauzy dress outlining the enticing curves of her body.

Her eyes rippled like water. "Don't change the subject."

Since Yan Ruyu had said nothing, Jiang Yun naturally would not reveal it either. He deftly parried Qin Yao's questions.

Despite Qin Yao's bold, seductive manner and apparent familiarity with Jiang Yun,

if he made any little move or lost control of himself,