Chapter 489: Willing to Be Your Maid

Chapter 489: Willing to Be Your Maid

In truth, Zhao Changhe’s judgment was only half right, for the one who first ran into his dream to warn him of the celestial book was indeed the Blind One. She had already seen that the sacred mountain, so near at hand, was undergoing some change, and cared not that Zhao Changhe was currently wounded like a dying dog—she wanted to urge him to work.

In a sense, the Blind One truly did not care whether Zhao Changhe lived or died.

But once the pain-transferring gu had entered his mouth, she knew there was no need to press further. Suspecting they might begin dual cultivation to heal their wounds, she did not wish to linger there and so withdrew.

Withdraw she did, yet in Zhao Changhe’s dazed state, the dream did not fade. He continued dreaming of his worry that Sisi might burn the bridge after crossing it, extending the dream in the form of a dialogue with the Blind One.

A dream it was, but the Blind One never imagined he would so directly put his bold words from years past into action: stuffing the sausage into…

What infuriated her more was that outside, Sisi played along perfectly, actually eating the sausage.

The Blind One watched this interplay of illusion and reality, unsure of her own feelings. After knocking out this adulterous pair, she fumed and panted for a long while, sickened by the sight. She made a chopping motion with her hand, aimed for a good while, but at last did not strike, and left in a huff.

She could not act rashly; it would cause trouble.

Knocking out these two just now was already the Blind One’s only intervention against anyone not a god or demon, a move of no small historical significance.

For these two as well, it was equally momentous.

Because for the first time, they truly shared a bed, until dawn.

As the sky began to lighten, Sisi awoke with some pain, finding herself nestled in the hollow of Zhao Changhe’s shoulder, clinging to him like an octopus. Zhao Changhe had not yet woken, but his brow had relaxed considerably, no longer bearing yesterday’s agony.

Sisi carefully tried to slip out of his embrace, only to find his arm locked tightly around her waist, impossible to escape.

Afraid to wake him, she pouted helplessly and lay still.

The pain in her body had eased much, but she still felt as weak as after a severe illness, unwilling to move.

It was so comfortable lying in the hollow of his shoulder; she did not want to move.

His muscles were no longer as stiff as yesterday; yesterday, his killing intent could have slain a passing mosquito. Today, he was finally normal—a human pillow was still very pleasant.

Except for one place. Strange—had his killing intent not dissipated yet?

The maiden, though flushed, did not recognize Old Chen.

Curious, she reached out and touched it, then gave it a squeeze.

Zhao Changhe opened his eyes.

Sisi: “…”

Zhao Changhe: “…”

“Well…” Sisi withdrew her hand awkwardly. “I was just checking your killing intent.”

Zhao Changhe’s expression was odd. His thoughts had been very muddled last night, and now he was confused, unable to distinguish dream from reality.

That sensation yesterday felt real… someone biting…

Was the Blind One in his dream real or not?

Hmm… though it was quite satisfying to imagine the Blind One kneeling and biting, he had to stay clear-headed—it could not have been real, definitely a dream.

If it was a dream, then what about the physical sensation?

Zhao Changhe looked down at Sisi, nestled like a little bird, her face flushed, and gradually pieced things together.

It was you…

Her clothes were still in disarray, as if torn every which way, revealing pale jade-like skin here and there, and even more…

Zhao Changhe’s throat bobbed.

Sisi began to struggle: “Let me go now that you’re awake!”

Zhao Changhe whispered in her ear: “You checked my killing intent; let me check yours too.”

Sisi was caught between laughter and tears: “Showing your true colors, are you?”

“I don’t know who secretly molested me.”

“I was helping you release your killing intent!” Sisi’s face flushed crimson with anger. “Do you know how terrifying you looked yesterday?”

“Then… it hasn’t been fully released, has it? How about a little more?”

Sisi fell silent, then pleaded softly: “Master, it’s already daylight…”

Such a weak refusal… who could resist it?

It was more of a temptation than a refusal.

A woman who willingly and secretly helped you release your killing intent, who now lay in your arms after sharing a bed all night—any man would know what to do.

But Zhao Changhe pursed his lips and hesitated.

The words in last night’s dream reflected his inner worries. Could Sisi be trusted? Was it wise to become so entangled with her? Not to mention other things, but the spirit clan maids had once said that if he coupled with her, he might be infected with gu… and then he would never be free again.

She was a poppy, poisonous.

Seeing his hesitation, Sisi, though not in the mood at that moment, still showed a trace of sadness in her eyes.

After a moment’s thought, she bit her lower lip, took Zhao Changhe’s other hand, and pressed it into her bosom.

Zhao Changhe: “?”

Sisi said softly: “Play with it if you want… If you truly dare not go all the way, can’t you at least play with this?”

Zhao Changhe toyed with it absently, then suddenly said: “No need to dangle this to manipulate me anymore?”

Sisi gasped under his touch, then chuckled: “Isn’t it you who has me in your grasp now?”

Zhao Changhe sighed and said quietly: “Sisi, let’s speak plainly, shall we?”

“Master can lay my clothes open…”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

The atmosphere grew still for a moment, then Sisi laughed lightly: “What Master fears is not whether you can handle me. You fear the rise of the spirit clan’s power, seeing them poised to sweep through Miao territory. You fear that the tottering Great Xia cannot withstand another stab from the spirit clan marching north.”

Zhao Changhe did not answer, silently acknowledging it.

This was not just about Sisi, but about the entire clan, and might echo through future generations, exploding one day. Then Zhao Changhe would be a sinner for all ages.

Perhaps from the very beginning, this game of conquest and submission was never about man and woman, but touched deeper realms, making their relationship impossible to be as pure as others’.

There was only one way: to make this clan kneel utterly before him, worship him as a god, become their faith.

Conquering Sisi alone was not enough… but she was indeed the key link.

Zhao Changhe thought for a while, then suddenly said: “I want to be the true Holy Envoy.”

Sisi’s smile remained: “Isn’t the Saintess serving the Holy Envoy at this very moment?”

Zhao Changhe said: “You know what I mean.”

Sisi laughed: “Master’s appetite is truly vast… not content with just taking a maid.”

“You know I don’t wish to enslave anyone.”

“Sisi believes you, but others may not.”

Zhao Changhe was about to say something when his mind suddenly paused, and he turned to say: “You believe me?”

Sisi looked up at him and whispered: “Changhe…”

This was perhaps the first time she had addressed him thus.

“Sisi is not heartless and ungrateful,” Sisi said softly. “I’ve already said… if you trust me, I will not let you down.”

Before Zhao Changhe could respond, he saw Sisi stretch out two crystal-clear little feet, reaching over to gently clamp the place overflowing with baleful aura.

Zhao Changhe’s eyes widened.

“Isn’t it these little feet that Master likes? Let them serve you, alright…” Sisi gently kissed Zhao Changhe’s cheek and said softly, “Sisi is willing to serve Master… but the Spirit Clan cannot… I just led them out of trouble, I don’t want everything I’ve done to become a joke. Let Sisi alone be Master’s maidservant…”

She moved up and down lightly, biting her lower lip, and said, “Besides, others aren’t as easy to fool as Sisi.”

Zhao Changhe’s palm enjoyed the soft, bouncy smoothness, and Longque was being massaged by the little feet—it was truly blissful beyond words.

He let out a sigh and slowly said, “But Sisi…”

“Hmm?” Sisi looked up, her eyes seductive as silk. “Does Master want the real thing? I’m afraid Master himself doesn’t dare.”

“I mean to say, as long as you trust me, that’s enough. I enslave no one, neither them nor you.” Zhao Changhe bent down and gently kissed her forehead. “As for others, they will kneel before me willingly.”

Sisi looked at him with sparkling eyes, clearly not believing his boast, but what she said was, “Sisi only wants Master to enslave me…”

Zhao Changhe whispered in her ear, “There will come a time for you to kneel.”

Blind: “Ugh…”

Damn, I came over early in the morning, and you’re still at this… not only still at it, but even talking about kneeling and whatnot.

Just as he bent over pretending to retch, Zhao Changhe’s baleful aura burst forth, spraying all over her.

Blind: “???”