Supreme Emperor of Mist

"Someone is coming over... Is that... Qing Yun?" Lu Yi immediately charged over to the crawling Lu Qing Yun, who tries her best to escape from getting disgusted by the couple's words.

But halfway over to where Lu Qing Yun is, this guy already succumbs to the injury on his chest as he ended up as the next one crawling on the ground.

"Look at this fool..." Huo Zunjie came next. Going straight to Lu Qing Yun's side and supported her with his shoulder, he went to Lu Yi's side as he drags one of them on each of his shoulders.

"One is causing trouble. Another one got into trouble... Is this some unique trait for those growing up in the Qin Household?" Huo Zunjie laughed at them as he brought both of them back to the tent.

Soon, the news about Lu Qing Yun's return to the tent has been spread to the ears of Qin Chan and the others. They quickly made their way to the tent without wasting any of their time pondering around.

"Qing Yun... How's your condition?" Qin Chan was the first one to ask. But the moment her worries subsided, she immediately grabbed a cloak from her Purple-Dragon Spatial Jade. She quickly wrapped it around Lu Qing Yun's naked shoulder before any of the guys managed to enjoy more of the beautiful sight.

"Erm..." everyone was slightly embarrassed as they forgot about the taboo between a male and a female. Even Li Dan was rubbing Shan Xiong Xin's eyes to made him forget what he had seen.

"What about Hu Jia?" Qin Chan asked.

Slowly taking a bite of the roasted meat, Lu Qing Yun begins sharing their encounter against the expert from Evil Infant Sect.

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"Ouch! It's painful..." Hu Jia's body shivered as the prickling pain slowly seeps into the deepest wound located on her navel. This wound was the culprit behind the destruction of her Dantian. It was also the most sensitive part of Hu Jia because there's more than just closing the wound.

He would have to make sure that he stopped all her bleeding and internal wounds before closing it.

"Bear with it a little more... I'm almost done." Qin Lan used a silk handkerchief to wipe away the sweat on Hu Jia's forehead. Behind those smiling and hard to answer questions hides all her pain and suffering.

That's also why Qin Lan did not do anything but let her had a go.

Thirty minutes later, he's finally done with her treatment. Except for a slightly weakened body and void of spiritual energy, there's nothing much can be seen through her face.

But Qin Lan knew that this was just the aftermath. There are more to come as the sense of hers that have been dulled from the pain slowly returned.

"Beloved husband," once again, she called Qin Lan.

"Yes, beloved wife," and Qin Lan replied to her like how he always does.

"I am serious about Zhou Mei's matter. Can you listen to me as I speak seriously as your legitimate wife?" Hu Jia's mind returned to the topic about Qin Lan and Zhou Mei. It seems she wouldn't give up on this unless she received an answer from Qin Lan.

"Alright. Since your treatment is now over, I'll listen to you patiently. Do you want some drink and osmanthus cake?" Qin Lan took a water bottle out, along with a box with a few jiggling osmanthus cakes inside.

"You! You're treating me like a kid again!" Hu Jia hammered Qin Lan's chest. But this time, she felt a hint of pain in her hand. Without spiritual energy protecting her, she's no different from a block of soft tofu.

Fragile and delicate. That's the only word suitable to describe the condition right now.

Immediately, Qin Lan grabbed her wrist and applied a gentle wave of soothing energy using the Kuangshan Healing Palm. The gentleness of his spiritual energy quickly took her pain away like a hard boil egg was used to rub her delicate skin.

"Ah?" suddenly, she opened her mouth wide.

"Em!" Hu Jia enjoyed her privilege as Qin Lan fed the osmanthus cake into her mouth.

"Give Zhou Mei a chance," she said after she swallowed the cake. A simple statement of hers made Qin Lan stays quiet as he poured a cup of water while using his spiritual energy to keep the cup afloat.

"Alright. When we go back, let's see how it will go between the three of us. If Lady Zhou Mei is willing to accept a guy like me as her husband, then I'll be marrying her into the Qin Family and give her a proper title." Qin Lan nodded.

He was somewhat worried about telling what was inside his heart up until now. Although the feeling of attraction between him and Zhou Mei was strong, he does not dare to take another step forward.

Furthermore, as a married man with a legitimate wife, it was considered as an act of disrespect to Zhou Mei and the Zhou Family behind her. But right now, he felt somewhat at ease because he was allowed to freely speaks what he had in his mind.

'There's no man in this world who does not love power and women,"

"Even I am not excluded from this."

"If she's willing to follow me, then I'll promise that to heaven or hell, that everyone will be treated as an equal."

Qin Lan said as he carries a smile on his face.

"Look at your face... You look so eager to devour her... Should I fulfill your wish and let you two go for it for a few days like when we're..." Hu Jia was joking with Qin Lan, but when she remembered how excited was their first...

Both of her cheeks and even ears turned red from the embarrassment. That was also the first time she has introduced to the world of a woman. Even thinking about that made her somewhat lost herself as she stares at Qin Lan's lips.

"Should I join both of you when you're consummating your marriage when we go back?" Hu Jia said.

Over a thousand miles away from them, someone was feeling a jolt on her body as she felt that two pairs of hands were holding her and caressing her body.

'Why... Why do I feel like somebody was mentioning something about me? Is it because I'm thinking something I shouldn't right now?" Zhou Mei quickly closes the clothing drawer inside her room. What was hanged inside the drawer was none other than a red ceremonial robe a maiden would wear once in her lifetime.

A glorious red and golden layered marriage dress, layered with golden embroidery of phoenixes.