The Imperial Palace.
Meng Qingzhou sat upright on the wide bed, his brows furrowed, his breathing gradually becoming erratic.
Despite having fought dozens of battles in the past few days, those were straightforward confrontations between two armies, both sides fighting honorably without any tricks.
But now?
Dongfang Liuli, dressed in a crimson battle dress, knelt behind him, her hands wrapped around his chest, pressing close as she whispered in his ear:
“Sword Saint, I am now your spoils of war.”
“How should one treat spoils of war? Surely, I don’t need to teach you that.”
“Please, Sword Saint, enjoy to your heart’s content, as you wish…”
“Of course, if you’re interested, you can also treat me as a prisoner. I even have a pair of shackles that can seal spiritual power.”
“This battle dress, I crafted it meticulously just for you.”
Meng Qingzhou’s breath grew heavy, swallowing hard.
At this moment, three images alternated in his mind, yet he couldn’t reconcile them as one person.
There was the gentle and virtuous wife who easily blushed.
There was the domineering and majestic Empress of Great Jin, hailed as the unparalleled ruler of the ages.
There was the seductive and enchanting demoness, as if possessed by a succubus…
Could they be the same person?!
Meng Qingzhou suddenly felt the urge to retreat.
Before the battle, he was full of confidence, his fighting spirit high, determined to wash away the shame of his previous defeat. But the moment he saw the Empress’s demeanor and posture, his heart sank.
Damn! I’ve been tricked!
Once the battle starts, survival would be nearly impossible, with a casualty rate of 99.99%.
“Sword Saint, I’ve humbled myself this much, yet you remain unmoved…”
“Could it be that age has caught up with you, and you can’t do it anymore?”
Dongfang Liuli’s slightly mocking voice came, laden with doubt.
Hearing this, Meng Qingzhou suddenly stood up, turned around, and pressed Dongfang Liuli’s shoulders.
Can’t do it?!
Being told by his own wife that he can’t do it?
Outrageous! Today, he must enforce the family rules and show her who is the master of the house!
“Where are the shackles! Bring them out!” Meng Qingzhou commanded.
“No way.” Dongfang Liuli’s phoenix eyes hid a hint of shyness, her red lips pouting. As the battle approached, she too regretted it.
Once the spiritual power-sealing shackles were on, she would truly be at a disadvantage, unable to rely on her powerful cultivation…
Once on, she would immediately turn from a big bad wolf back into a little lamb…
“Remember, you are my slave now. Do you dare disobey your master?” Meng Qingzhou said coldly, exuding a domineering aura.
“Beast, even if I become a prisoner, I will never submit to your tyranny! Let go of me!” Dongfang Liuli twisted her delicate body, pretending to struggle, but without any real effort.
Meng Qingzhou marveled inwardly.
His wife really knew how to play, her thoughts so advanced! She had mastered the art of role-playing without any guidance.
Then he thought…
Indeed, ever since she had lured him to Present Village, she had been playing a role-playing game without him realizing it. Now, the roles had reversed, deceiving the court officials and the Empress, making them think Meng Qingzhou was clueless.
Meng Qingzhou decided to be bold for once. Since he was now the attacker, he might as well play hard, and said coldly:
“Humble slave, do you think I can’t subdue you?”
“Do you want the Empress’ Husband to know what kind of posture you take in front of me?!”
At these words, Dongfang Liuli was struck as if by lightning, her eyes widening in shock.
Can it be played this way?!
“Do you want the soldiers outside the palace to know that you secretly kneel before me?”
“Do you want to lose the dignity of the Empress?”
“Now, hand over the spiritual power-sealing shackles and put them on yourself…”
Dongfang Liuli was greatly shocked, her mind in a daze. She instinctively took out the spiritual power shackles and put them on herself, unaware of what she was doing.
…
…
Five days passed in a flash.
Five days later…
During this period, the news of the Great Jin Dynasty’s victory over the Shizong Alliance had spread throughout the Wilderness.
On the triumphant return journey, envoys from all sides lined the roads, offering the most precious tributes.
However, Empress Qin Liuli and the legendary War God Meng Qingzhou had not appeared.
For five consecutive days, the two stayed in the imperial palace, not stepping out…
Meanwhile.
Inside the imperial palace.
Meng Qingzhou lay on the bed, his Sword Sense domain covering the palace, allowing him to clearly visualize the layout of the room in his mind.
In five days, every corner of the thousands of square meters of the imperial palace bore traces of him and the Empress.
“Absurd, utterly absurd.”
Meng Qingzhou felt dazed, as if in a dream, unable to believe that he had won this war!
And it was a complete victory!!
Ultimately, it was Dongfang Liuli who had tricked herself, putting on the spiritual power-sealing shackles, leaving her at a disadvantage throughout.
What puzzled Meng Qingzhou was.
As time passed, Dongfang Liuli’s pulse grew stronger, as if infused with the source of life, reborn with renewed vitality.
“Could it be the effect of the Primordial Creation Bloodline? Does it have such a function?!” Meng Qingzhou rubbed his chin, astonished.
At this moment, Dongfang Liuli curled up like a kitten in Meng Qingzhou’s arms, her beautiful eyes closed, her long, delicate eyelashes still wet with tears. Feeling Meng Qingzhou’s embrace tighten, she murmured unconsciously:
“No, really, no more…”
“I… I can’t take it anymore…”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”
Meng Qingzhou stroked her hair, inhaling the fragrance of her locks, and said tenderly:
“Sorry, I was too rough.”
Dongfang Liuli remained asleep, perhaps too exhausted, her once clear voice now slightly hoarse, murmuring:
“Plain congee… I really don’t want to leave you, I want to be with you forever, but I…”
A tear fell, splashing on Meng Qingzhou’s hand.
Hearing this, Meng Qingzhou immediately sensed something was wrong, his breath catching.
What does this mean!?
Why does this sound like a farewell?
“What are you hiding from me?”
Meng Qingzhou silently tightened his embrace around the delicate body in his arms, pondering.
But in the next moment, he was suddenly alarmed.
A weakening pulse, a withering life force…
Her lifespan was nearing its end!
He had thought it was an illusion or due to other reasons, as the cultivation world was full of strange occurrences, and some special situations couldn’t be generalized.
But now, Meng Qingzhou had to face the harsh reality.
Liuli was in a life-threatening situation!!!
Recalling the entire process of meeting, knowing, and falling in love with Dongfang Liuli.
They were each other’s white moonlight, each other’s first love. She had extended a helping hand when he was hungry and cold. When they first met, he was certain she would become the future Empress! They gave each other the courage to live on.
At the same time, they were also sovereign and minister, favorite minister and emperor!
They were also a carefree couple in Present Village.
They were comrades on the battlefield, able to entrust their backs to each other.
“A withering lifespan, my Primordial Creation Bloodline can temporarily delay it, but it doesn’t cure the root cause. The Western Buddhist Kingdom is eyeing us covetously, could it be…”
“Is it the Buddhist Kingdom that has driven you to despair, leaving you no time to think for yourself…”
Meng Qingzhou seemed to understand everything, silently clenching his fist.
The Western Buddhist Kingdom…
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