The beauty was indeed beautiful, but she had thorns.

After entangling with her for so long, Jiang Chen really wanted to conquer Yang Muxi directly. Unfortunately, this beautiful sect leader was too skilled. Forcing her would be suicide, so he could only take his time.

Suppressing his thoughts, Jiang Chen put on a look of deep affection: "Muxi, Weizhen hasn't seen you for months. We've only been together for a few hours, and now we have to part. Isn't that a little too cruel?"

"You know my feelings for you. I really just want to stay and be with you, nothing else."

"Ask yourself, do you really have no lingering feelings for Weizhen?"

Jiang Chen's bold confession was like a small hammer, knocking on Yang Muxi's heart.

All her defenses and vigilance were melted by this fiery passion.

After being apart for so long, it would be a lie to say she didn't miss Jiang Chen. After all, he was the first man to stir her mortal heart.

But… this guy had too many past offenses and always touched her, taking advantage of her. It was hard to believe he didn't have ulterior motives.

Seeing Yang Muxi's tangled hesitation, a glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

He stepped forward and forcefully pulled the woman in the Daoist robe into his arms, whispering in her ear, "Muxi, can you feel Weizhen's heartbeat?"

"It's because of your presence, because you're by my side, that this heart beats so strongly!"

"When we can't meet, Weizhen only needs to put down the memorials, and your face will appear in my mind. Every smile, every frown is so beautiful, so captivating."

"Weizhen longs to hold you, to feel your presence, but reality is never so kind. Weizhen can only pour out my longing to your portrait."

Stirred by the deep voice in her ear, Yang Muxi's always indifferent beautiful eyes were now filled with panic.

He, he actually has such deep feelings for me… Shouldn't I stop rejecting him?

The defenses in her heart were crumbling. At this moment, Yang Muxi realized she couldn't say a word of refusal.

Jiang Chen keenly noticed this tacit agreement.

A sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he moved even closer, saying, "Muxi, are you agreeing to let Weizhen stay with you?"

"If so, Weizhen will dismiss these attendants now, and we can have a world of our own, chatting all night long. What do you say?"

While asking for her opinion, Jiang Chen didn't wait for Yang Muxi to respond before gesturing for the others to leave.

He was completely confident that he had her in his grasp.

Even though she noticed this, Yang Muxi didn't say anything. Her face flushed, she hid in Jiang Chen's arms, silent and obedient, making him itch with desire.

With a creak, the door closed.

The vast hall was left with only the two of them.

Realizing this, Yang Muxi immediately felt uncomfortable. She felt like there was a fire burning where their bodies touched. Even through their clothes, it was so hot that her delicate body felt weak.

"Jiang, Jiang Chen, have you held me long enough? Let me go quickly. You should be more careful when we're alone together."

Looking at the pink earlobe beneath Yang Muxi's hair, Jiang Chen's eyes darkened. He wished he could push her down and play with her.

But reason stopped him from acting rashly, and his tone remained pitiful: "Let Weizhen hold you a little longer. There's no one else here now, so there's no need to worry about these formalities."

Yang Muxi felt it was inappropriate, but she couldn't resist Jiang Chen's weakness.

In the end, she only blushed and remained silent, letting him do as he pleased.

They embraced quietly, and the ambiguous atmosphere gradually intensified. Just as Yang Muxi was immersed in it, a pair of hands reaching for her firm, snowy mounds made her eyes suddenly sharpen!

"Jiang Chen, what are you doing?!"

"Didn't you say you had no evil thoughts? Where are your hands going?" While questioning him, Yang Muxi had already gathered her true energy, ready to give this hateful liar a harsh lesson he wouldn't forget.

If this guy just took a little advantage, she would have let it slide, considering they had been apart for so long.

But the places he was touching were places no woman could remain calm about!

It had completely crossed the line!

If it were anyone else, she would have attacked at the mere sight of them, let alone being touched.

Sensing the sharp gaze on him, Jiang Chen reluctantly withdrew his hand.

The feeling of fullness and elasticity, even through the clothes, was exceptionally enjoyable.

Knowing he was about to be thrown out, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and decided to go big, taking as much advantage as possible at once to break down Yang Muxi's defenses and change their ambiguous situation.

One must know that people's bottom lines are lowered step by step.

Some things, once they happen once, will happen a second and a third time… Jiang Chen was certain that even if he couldn't get Yang Muxi's purity tonight, he would definitely achieve his goal someday.

Yang Muxi couldn't escape his control!

Stared at by Jiang Chen's wolfish gaze, Yang Muxi's heart trembled slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly surged.

Immediately, she abandoned the idea of teaching him a lesson and only wanted to get this dangerous man out as soon as possible.

But Jiang Chen, who had already made up his mind, didn't give her a chance. He stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, and leaned down to cover her soft, red lips.

The forceful action made Yang Muxi unable to resist, and she kept murmuring.

This bastard actually dared to do this!

‘Rip!’

The Daoist robe tore, revealing large patches of jade-like skin, emitting a radiant glow in the candlelight.

Yang Muxi had never encountered such a situation before and panicked completely. Without holding back, she struck Jiang Chen with a palm, sending him flying.

The muffled sound of him landing drew countless prying eyes from outside.

Some of the more impatient secret guards even had the idea of going in to investigate, but they were stopped by Jing Yue.

After about half a cup of tea time in silence and hesitation, the tightly closed palace door opened.

Jiang Chen walked out, his clothes slightly disheveled, and ordered his carriage to be prepared to return to Huaqing Palace.

Seeing that his condition was no different from when he entered, everyone was relieved and no longer bothered about the commotion inside the palace just now.

It wasn't until he was on the dragon carriage, completely isolated from the outside world.

That the seemingly dignified Jiang Chen revealed a look of pain, slumped his shoulders, and relaxed his back, which had been hit painfully, as well as his chest, which had taken a palm strike.

This girl, Muxi, is so ruthless. Is she trying to murder her husband? It seems Weizhen and her still have a long way to go!

Late at night, while Jiang Chen was spending a delightful evening with Xu Jiaying.

Yang Muxi, who was resting not far from them, tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"Sigh, am I really going to fall for this liar, Jiang Chen? Otherwise, why would I always tolerate his frivolous behavior and be completely unwilling to strike a deadly blow?"

"After entangling for so long, I'm becoming more and more tolerant of his boldness… Will there come a day when I really compromise and stay by his side?"

"No, Yang Muxi, you are the current leader of the Taiping Dao. You cannot let down your master's expectations and the mission of the sect!"

A trace of entanglement flashed in her beautiful eyes. Yang Muxi sat up and took out a Daoist scripture from her luggage to read.

She wanted to use it to strengthen her beliefs and nip the swaying thoughts in her heart in the bud…