Chapter 460: Yue Hongling's Tragic and Fierce Revenge

Chapter 460: Yue Hongling’s Brutal Revenge

At this moment, Sisi sat on a small stool without a backrest, her body leaning back in midair, her little feet resting forward. To sell her charms, she had twisted herself into an awkward, strained posture, and it was hard for her to pull back in a hurry.

It was obvious she wanted to flee, but she couldn’t get away in time.

Yue Hongling strode in, lifted Sisi up with one hand, snatched the stool, and sat down. She then pulled Sisi into her embrace, grabbed her foot, and kneaded it back and forth: “Mm, skin like ice and bones like jade, as smooth as playing with a fine stone—very comfortable… No sign of a Gu worm…”

Sisi struggled in her grip and screamed: “Let me go~”

“What’s the matter?” Yue Hongling said with a smile. “A man can touch your foot to check, but a sister can’t?”

Sisi kept struggling: “No Gu, no Gu, I was joking, no need to check…”

“Then I find it very comfortable to touch, and I just want to feel it—is that not allowed?”

“Help~ A female warrior is bullying a weak woman~”

Zhao Changhe watched, dumbfounded.

Wait, the sight of this elder sister holding the younger sister in her arms, cuddling and playing with her feet—it was so beautiful.

Yue Hongling’s smiling expression turned fierce: “Flirting and fooling around with my man right in front of me. In Yangzhou, I let it slide, but now you do it to my face? Xiang Simeng, do you really take me for air?”

Sisi continued to struggle: “You have the nerve to bring up Yangzhou? I said it then—you wanted to kiss him yourself, all pretentious and aloof. If I hadn’t broken the ice for you, you’d still be faking your restraint now! Truly, once the bride is in bed, the matchmaker is thrown over the wall…”

“Oh, so I’m supposed to thank the Saintess, am I?” Yue Hongling said with a grin. “Then let me return the favor, roughly following the Saintess’s ‘helpful’ method from back then…”

She deftly bent Sisi’s legs, tucked her hands into the crooks of her knees to hold them in place, and arranged her into a kneeling, butt-up position on the stool. With a casual slap—soft and springy—she said: “Changhe, want a go?”

Zhao Changhe’s mouth had been hanging open the whole time.

Sisi cried out in indignation: “Yue Hongling! How dare you!”

“Oh? Isn’t this just what you wanted in your heart? Why bother pretending with that little foot test? Wouldn’t it be better if I helped you break the first step?”

“No!”

“There’s a saying in the martial world: what goes around comes around…”

“Yue-jiejie, I was wrong, wuwuwu…”

A glint of amusement flickered in Yue Hongling’s eyes.

Of course, it was only a playful punishment—how could she actually hold Sisi down and let Zhao Changhe have his way? But Sisi’s reaction intrigued her…

On the surface, Sisi’s flirtatious allure always gave the impression that if a man truly wanted her, he could have her anytime. Yet her struggle was fierce; even though it was clearly a joke, she unconsciously mobilized her true qi, as if she was genuinely afraid of being taken…

This woman, outwardly seductive and casual, actually refused—or at least refused in this manner. Deep down, she had her own boundaries.

Yue Hongling suspected that if Zhao Changhe tried to kiss her, she wouldn’t allow it either.

So she decided to test it: “Hey, you’re not playing?”

Only then did Zhao Changhe close his nearly dislocated jaw, laughing helplessly: “A joke is fine, but are you really going through with it?”

“You won’t either?”

“How can this be? It’s against a woman’s will.”

“Is she a woman?”

“No, the term is universal, universal.”

“Fine.” Yue Hongling said, “Now I want to get back at her. You kiss her on the lips.”

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded again: “You want revenge on her, so why do I have to kiss her?”

“When she disguised herself as me and let you kiss her, that was fine because it tarnished my reputation, Yue Hongling’s. Now I want her, as the Spirit Clan’s Saintess, to be kissed back—isn’t that my revenge?” Yue Hongling argued with righteous indignation. “Other things are against her will, but a kiss isn’t, is it? She kissed you back then herself—surely she’s more than willing?”

That made sense, Zhao Changhe thought as he looked down at Sisi’s kneeling posture… Her head was still tense, hair disheveled, eyes defiant: “Zhao Changhe, you dare!”

Tsk…

You’d be better off seductively saying, “Come on, master,” and I’d actually hesitate. Don’t you know that this kind of defiance only speeds things up?

Zhao Changhe crouched in front of Sisi.

Sisi glared at him, a trace of panic in her eyes.

She didn’t know how she would react if Zhao Changhe really kissed her. Break off their friendship? Or laugh it off?

After all, he had kissed her before.

But this time was truly different. What was different? Her mind was a mess, and she couldn’t sort it out.

“Alright.” Zhao Changhe reached out and tapped her nose. “I never expected your serious expression to be even prettier than usual.”

Sisi: “?”

Zhao Changhe said, “Actually, if you’re unwilling, don’t put on that flirtatious act all the time. I’m a lecherous man, and I can’t resist…”

He helped Sisi up and gave Yue Hongling an apologetic smile: “Do me a favor, let her go.”

Yue Hongling had already vented her anger, so she wasn’t really going to press it. She crossed her arms and snorted: “Fine, fine. So you’re the hero, and I’m the bandit, is that it?”

Zhao Changhe laughed: “Don’t you think you’re really suited to be a bandit? I was right to call you the chieftain’s wife back then.”

“Ha…” Yue Hongling released Sisi from her hold. “Next time you flirt with my man in front of me, see how I deal with you!”

Sisi, finally free, pouted behind her back. The panic in her eyes was gone, replaced by a sly, scheming glint, as if she was already plotting how to get even.

Zhao Changhe chuckled softly and whispered, “Better get out of here.”

“Hmph.” Sisi stepped away under the moonlight. Though she was fleeing in disgrace, she still maintained her poise, twisting her slender waist to show off her allure, more seductive than the female warrior.

From the moonlit distance came her stubborn parting shot: “You’re both injured, and a tough fight might be coming. Heal each other quickly. This Saintess won’t waste time with you.”

The fragrance lingered, but she was gone.

Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling, the couple, stood under the moon, looking at each other, and both burst out laughing.

“Sisi is quite interesting.” Yue Hongling smiled. “Hey, do you really want her? This rose has thorns—be careful.”

Zhao Changhe asked, “With that tone, are you jealous or not?”

Yue Hongling tilted her head slightly: “I was a bit annoyed just now. She acted like I didn’t exist, flirting and fooling around…”

Before she could finish, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, and his whispered plea came at her ear: “I wouldn’t dare actually touch her. I’m holding back so much… Yue-jiejie… This is only natural between us…”

Yue Hongling struggled a little: “How is it natural? Did I marry you?”

Zhao Changhe whined: “Yue-jiejie…”

“Yesterday you called me ‘little girl,’ and now that you need something, you put on a smiling face. You’re no good either.”

Even as she spoke, she was already being handled.

Yue Hongling panted softly, her voice unconsciously turning tender and sweet as she leaned limply into his arms: “But your behavior today… I really liked it… Changhe…”

“Hmm?”

“Sometimes I feel like I see another version of myself in you.”

“Because… I’ve always been chasing your shadow…”

Yue Hongling turned her head to look at him, and at that glance, she couldn’t help but pout: “Take off the disguise. It’s uncomfortable to look at.”

Zhao Changhe readily wiped away the disguise.

Yue Hongling reached back and gently traced the scar on his true face, as if that single touch stirred her own emotions, and she whispered breathlessly, "Their Saintess is stingy, won't give real rewards... then... let your sister give you your reward instead."

Zhao Changhe blinked his eyes, quite expectant, wondering what kind of reward this proper chivalrous sister could come up with.

"I roam the southwest, you came here on business... this is our pact, the wager you've earned." Yue Hongling rose on tiptoe and kissed his lips: "Your disguise skills are good—disguise me as Sisi, and you can play with me however you like..."

Zhao Changhe felt that his little brother was about to become invincible again.

Yue Hongling seemed to sense something and chuckled softly: "Indeed, you have thoughts of her... are you really planning to conquer her and make her your maidservant?"

Zhao Changhe did not answer that.

Yue Hongling said tenderly, "Come now, my lord, what are you standing there for... Sisi will accompany you in dual cultivation to heal your wounds..."

When it came to wildness, could the esteemed bandit chief's wife of Beimang be outdone by some foreign enchantress?

Outside the courtyard gate, Sisi was so angry that even the pearl ornaments on her hair shot straight up into the sky.

A few young girls cautiously approached: "Saintess? Saintess?"

Sisi ground her teeth: "What are you still doing here?"

The girls, not understanding, said: "Guardian Sisi is injured, of course we have to keep watch. Why was the Saintess driven out? Oh, I see, the Saintess cares for the Guardian and is personally guarding him?"

Everyone was very moved: "The Saintess is so kind. Then we'll go back and rest first, and come back to relieve you in the later half of the night."