novelraw Chapter 38 - Princess Zhao Min of Ruyang – If the City Doesn’t Fall, She’ll Marry Instead ( Part 1 )
Chapter 38 - Princess Zhao Min of Ruyang – If the City Doesn’t Fall, She’ll Marry Instead ( Part 1 )
Chapter 38: Princess Zhao Min of Ruyang – If the City Doesn’t Fall, She’ll Marry Instead ( Part 1 )
“Wuxia Ning, since you’ve come, why not come in?”
Wang Xuan lay on the bed, speaking calmly. He had sensed Ning Zhongze’s presence half an hour ago. But she hadn’t dared to enter. Curious to see how long she could wait, he chose not to expose her.
To his surprise, she endured for nearly an hour.
Wuxia Ning, you’ve really got some patience!
But Wang Xuan had run out of his. The door finally creaked open and in walked Ning Zhongze.
“Come, sit up here,” he beckoned with his finger.
Though he had investigated her yesterday, it hadn’t been satisfying. Tonight, he was determined to conquer this virtuous and proud lady knight.
“Young Master!” she said as she began undressing and slowly approached the bed.
Growing impatient, Wang Xuan sat up and pulled her onto the bed.
“Young Master, I beg you!”
“Beg me for what?”
“Could you please spare Shan’er?”
“Madam, have you misunderstood something?” His voice turned cold.
Bargaining with me? Sorry, you and your daughter never had a choice.
“But I’m not saying I can’t give you a chance—it depends on your performance.”
He lay back down.
He was willing to treat the women around him with respect—but only after they served him well. Asking favors before giving anything? That’s not how this works.
“I understand,” Ning Zhongze said, took a deep breath, and sat down.
Meanwhile, in another guest room—
Linghu Chong looked nervously at Yue Buqun.
“Master, do I really have to strip completely? I may not be well-read, but don’t lie to me. Since when does internal cultivation require nudity?”
“What? Chong’er, do you suspect your master of harming you?”
“Disciple wouldn’t dare!” he quickly apologized as Yue Buqun’s face turned stern.
Forget it. My life was saved by Master and Mistress. Why would he harm me?
Zixia Divine Skill was an advanced internal martial art. It made sense that it required strenuous effort—and sweating. That must be why he had to remove his clothes.
But now, with only a loincloth left, Linghu Chong grew uneasy.
“Master, is this enough? One more piece and I’ll be completely naked!”
Just imagining that made him cringe.
“Fine. But tomorrow, you must strip completely.”
Knowing he couldn’t rush it, Yue Buqun gave a little ground. Linghu Chong sighed in relief and lay on the bed.
“Cover your eyes,” said Yue Buqun, handing over a black cloth.
“Why wear this?”
“You’ll focus better with your eyes covered. Stop asking questions. Just do what I say.”
“Yes, Master.”
Obediently, Linghu Chong complied.
Master’s master must’ve passed the skill down this way too… I must train hard—I can’t fail my master’s efforts.
Soon, heat surged through his body, particularly the lower abdomen—as if a fire burned inside.
“Master, I feel awful!”
Yue Buqun said nothing.
Moments later, bliss washed over Linghu Chong, and he drifted into sleep.
When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn.
The room was empty. Master had long gone. But to his amazement—his internal energy had grown immensely.
Master really wasn’t lying!
He immediately began counting the hours until nightfall.
In three days, everything changed.
When Ning Zhongze learned Yue Buqun had been calling Linghu Chong for nightly training, her heart sank.
She immediately called him over. To her—someone who treated him as her own son—he hid nothing. Worse, he didn’t even realize anything was wrong.
“Master’s wife, under Master’s guidance, my inner strength has improved a lot!”
Seeing him so elated made her stomach turn.
I should’ve seen this coming. If he needed someone to use for cultivation, of course it would be Huashan disciples. But now… it’s too late to stop. And I don’t even have the power to stop it.
Senior Brother… can this really bring glory back to Huashan? If this ever got out, our century-old reputation would be ruined.
“Master’s wife, what’s wrong?” Linghu Chong asked.
She waved him off.
I once treated him as my son, but now… I can’t even look at him without feeling sick.
“I just want to be alone.”
“Chong’er,” she said, “whatever happens between you and Master—never tell anyone.”
“Yes, Master’s wife!”
Linghu Chong assumed she feared jealousy from other disciples. Master had always favored him—and now he was the only one taught Zixia Divine Skill. Surely others would feel envious.
I must keep it secret.
Later, Ning Zhongze went to see Huang Rong.
She asked her to take Yue Lingshan as her disciple.
“Sister Ning? So suddenly?”
“I want Shan’er to cut ties with Huashan Sect.”
Huang Rong was surprised, but agreed. For her, accepting a disciple was no big deal.
“Thank you.”
“Oh, come now. We’re like sisters—don’t be so formal!”