141 Younger Aunt Dean, Queen of Denial
It was late at night, the moon high in the sky. The cool air was refreshing.
After returning from the White Jade Spring to the Yu family’s main residence, everyone went back to their rooms.
Instructor Yu Xuan’s room.
Because Yan Zhen had diligently treated her great-aunt and aunt, Instructor Yu Xuan gave him a special reward.
On the bed, Yan Zhen lay on his side, his head pillowed on Instructor Yu Xuan’s shapely leg, his eyes narrowed like Grand Elder Yu Yan’s, quietly enjoying his wife’s ear cleaning service.
The wooden ear pick gently scraped against the fine hairs within his ear canal, occasionally accompanied by a puff of air, the sensation so pleasant it made his head tingle.
Ear cleaning, an essential skill for wives, was expertly performed by the newly-minted wife, Instructor Yu Xuan, almost taming Yan Zhen completely.
“How does it feel, Yan Zhen?”
“I love you, Instructor.”
Instructor Yu Xuan smiled, making him turn over so she could clean his other ear.
Yan Zhen, enjoying the ear cleaning, nuzzled his face against her soft belly, occasionally kissing it.
“Stop it,” she said.
“No, I won’t,” he replied playfully.
“You rascal…”
“But you like this rascal, don’t you, Instructor?”
Yan Zhen continued to tease her like a child, and Instructor Yu Xuan, unable to resist, let him have his way.
After the ear cleaning, Yan Zhen still clung to her waist, refusing to let go.
Instructor Yu Xuan’s fingers gently combed through his hair, her voice soothing, like a mother coaxing her child. “Alright, Yan Zhen, it’s time to rest. You’ve co-cultivated with both Younger Aunt and Great Aunt. You must be tired.”
Yan Zhen said lazily, “Sleep with me, Instructor.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll sleep with you, as long as you like.”
“We can’t wear clothes while we sleep.”
Instructor Yu Xuan blushed, her heart racing, and whispered, “As you wish.”
Yan Zhen sat up, a smug look on his face, and looked his wife over.
Instructor Yu Xuan already possessed a wifey aura, skilled in cooking, ear cleaning, and other domestic arts. Now, having truly become his wife, her charm was even more pronounced.
A blend of girlish innocence and mature allure, she was the epitome of a “pure and seductive goddess.”
Instructor Yu Xuan, feeling his gaze, fidgeted, her heart racing, her body warming.
“Let me help you undress.”
Yan Zhen shook his head. “I’m not undressing. Just you, Instructor.”
“Eh?”
“I’ll undress you.”
“Wait, Yan Zhen, didn’t you say—”
“Yes, I’m not undressing, but Instructor has to be completely naked.”
“You… Ah! Stop… Stop it…”
They tumbled onto the bed, playfully wrestling.
Soon, Instructor Yu Xuan was naked, her face crimson as she lay on the bed, her bottom raised, submissively awaiting his pleasure.
…
Ting Chao Pavilion, located at the edge of the Yu family estate.
Dean Yu Qing leaned against the railing on the third floor, her chin resting on her hand, staring blankly at the dark water.
A cool breeze brushed against her face, ruffling her hair, the pale moonlight casting a melancholic glow around her.
—I… I kissed him, in front of everyone, and even called him “Little Zhenzhen,” just like in my dream, in front of everyone!
The thought made her face burn.
And to her embarrassment, she felt a secret thrill, like a fox who had just stolen a chicken.
—Stupid Yu Qing, what are you so happy about? You can’t be happy! And you can’t hurt Xuan’er! Besides, you’re a Mystic Ancestor. How could you possibly like a little Mystic Master brat? It’s ridiculous, hmph!
She mentally scolded herself and sighed deeply.
“…I messed up. It’s always been like this. I can never do anything right. How am I supposed to face Xuan’er and that little brat now?”
“I’ll just say I had a bout of Qi deviation. Xuan’er will understand, right? She cares about me the most and won’t be angry. But that brat—”
Dean Yu Qing imagined Yan Zhen’s knowing smirk, perhaps even calling her “Auntie” teasingly, or referring to himself as “Little Zhenzhen” in a cutesy voice.
Her fists clenched.
“If he dares to call me that, I’ll just die with him, hehehe~~~”
“—So you were here.”
A familiar voice came on the wind. Dean Yu Qing quickly composed herself and said haughtily, “What do you want? I want to be alone.”
Shui Bailan walked over and, seeing her friend’s dejected expression, smiled faintly. “It was just a kiss. What’s there to be upset about? Shouldn’t you be happy?”
“Nonsense, who’s happy! You’re just here to mock me, you stinky Bailan!”
“You like Yan Zhen, don’t you?”
The air stilled, as if even the wind had stopped. Dean Yu Qing’s heart pounded in her chest.
“I don’t,” she finally said, her voice indifferent. “He’s just a Mystic Master brat. Who would like him? Only Xuan’er would be fooled by him.”
“He’s Alchemist Saint Chen Xi’s disciple,” Shui Bailan said pointedly, “cultivating body, soul, and Mystic Power simultaneously, possessing three Extreme Flames, with limitless potential. Even Sister-in-law approves of him—besides, Xuan’er is reborn. Even if you were fooled, she wouldn’t be.”
“Hmph, what does it have to do with me? I don’t like him. You can like him if you want.”
“Really? Then why did you sneak into his room and kiss him while he was drunk?”
“Huh? How could I possibly…? Uh…” The memory surfaced, and Dean Yu Qing blinked, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead, her guilt evident. “I-I didn’t.”
“Don’t deny it. I saw everything. Last night, you were on top of Yan Zhen, licking his chest with your tongue.”
Poor Younger Aunt Dean, experiencing a second social death in a single day.
“You… I… Aaaaaahhhh!” Dean Yu Qing covered her blushing face and said angrily, “Stinky Bailan, are you bullying me too now?”
Shui Bailan chuckled. “Of course not. We’re best friends, so naturally, I’m concerned about your… love life.”
Dean Yu Qing, giving up on trying to hide it, squeezed her face and said, “Fine, fine, say whatever you want. I can’t hide anything from you anyway. You’re the best, hmph!”
“Don’t give me that. Should I tell Xuan’er that you have your eye on her man?”
“Oh, come on, Bailan, don’t do that.” Dean Yu Qing quickly pleaded. “It would hurt Xuan’er’s feelings.”
“Who knows,” Shui Bailan teased. “Xuan’er has always been closest to you, Yu Qing, even now. Perhaps… she’ll share her lover with you?”
Dean Yu Qing said dejectedly, “Even if she would, I couldn’t accept it. I’m her aunt. How can I take something that belongs to my niece?”
Shui Bailan nodded. “That’s true. Then what are you going to do? Continue pretending to dislike Yan Zhen?”
“I’m not pretending! I do hate him!”
“…”
—Still trying to deny it at this point? That’s so you.
…
Meanwhile, Grand Elder Yu Yan went to her second sister’s room.
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