Chapter 507: The Great Joy Method of That Day Was Used Incorrectly

Chapter 507: The Ultimate Bliss Technique Was Used Wrong That Day

Zhao Changhe was baffled, and flipped through the records of this region left by the ancient Black Tortoise in the *Map of Mountains and Rivers*, but unfortunately, the Black Tortoise would hardly have recorded the Spirit Clan’s burial mounds, so he found nothing.

Comparing with records from other places, he also found no difference in tone regarding the Spirit Clan, nor did the content suggest any connection between the Spirit Clan and the Night Emperor’s system.

So what did this cryptic line about the Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise converging in the southwest wilderness mean?

An omen in the heavens?

If it referred to celestial signs and seasons, then they were doomed—neither he nor the Spirit Clan understood astronomy. At best, he could sketch the Four Symbols constellations, thanks to the Vermilion Bird’s legacy, but he knew nothing of their movements or changes; the Spirit Clan only knew enough to guide farming, far from such mystical matters.

He tried asking Sisi: “Do you know what this means?”

“Huh?” Sisi’s little mouth hung half-open, blank.

“Can you read the stars?”

Sisi, for the second time: “Huh?”

Zhao Changhe suppressed the urge to stuff a sausage in there: “...Never mind, I knew you were as illiterate as me.”

They both laughed at once, remembering how they’d been the “Wolong and Fengchu” of couplet study back in Tang Wanzhuang’s place—now it seemed sweet.

Too bad that when faced with real scholarly matters, the two geniuses were utterly lost.

Would they have to ask the Four Symbols Sect about this? Headache.

Zhao Changhe helplessly continued flipping through the book, but then stumbled upon an interesting detail.

The *Map of Mountains and Rivers* wasn’t a complete world map; it was divided into regions, and not in a way that adjacent areas could be stitched together. The Black Tortoise had drawn it to find materials for the Night Emperor’s sword, so it only recorded places with special items—just a collection of single maps for special zones.

Trying to figure out where this place led by looking at the map’s edges was impossible. But interestingly, the Spirit Clan’s area on the map seemed to match the shape of this very secret realm...

At least the position of this burial mountain was exactly at the map’s western edge, with a small setting sun drawn beside it.

As if the Black Tortoise had foreseen that this space would take this shape in the future... What basis did It have for that?

“Hey, little illiterate...”

“Hmm? Big illiterate.”

“Does the Spirit Clan have a map of their own secret realm?”

“We do, but it mainly marks the locations of tribes, mines, water sources, and so on. Not very precise...”

“That’s fine. Have someone bring it tomorrow morning; I’ll compare.” Zhao Changhe put down the book wearily and stretched: “Damn, I’ve never studied this hard, not even for the imperial exams, and it’s all classical Chinese... I’m taking the day off, no more reading.”

Sisi: “...”

He was talking nonsense again. But come to think of it, reading wasn’t really his thing, yet the way he looked under the lamp had a certain charm—no wonder Tang Wanzhuang...

Zhao Changhe was already making excuses for his laziness: “Oh, it’s so far, having to send for a map and all...”

Sisi’s eyes shimmered, and she chuckled softly: “You could stay overnight in the palace, sleep on the dragon bed, you know. But you insisted on playing the simple life and living on the burial mountain.”

“It’s not about simplicity; it’s about investigation.” Zhao Changhe glanced at her sideways: “You’re starting again, aren’t you?”

Sisi stiffened her neck and muttered: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sisi is a proper family’s maidservant.”

The way she said it was oddly cuter than her usual flirtatious manner. He knew she could play any role, and this still smacked of acting, but Zhao Changhe almost broke into a fond smile.

He couldn’t help asking: “When did you ever become someone’s maidservant?”

Sisi: “Huh?”

Zhao Changhe said: “Your master here isn’t a proper man—whose proper family’s maidservant did you become?”

Sisi caught on and giggled: “How improper can you be? Just pin me to a tree and stamp a seal?”

The moment she said it, the air suddenly went still.

Putting down the book and resting, planning to get the map tomorrow, meant they were ready for bed. But there was only one room and one bed.

Sisi lowered her eyes and turned to flee: “Master, rest. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Just as she took a step, her wrist was caught.

Sisi looked at her wrist, feeling strange inside.

Two days ago, if Zhao Changhe had shown such a desire for her, it would have been exactly what her flirtations aimed for.

But these past two days, he had held her hand while strolling in the mountains, cradled her in his arms watching stars, discussed internal and external affairs together, studied ancient secrets... And if now he said it was just about her beauty, wanting her to serve him in bed... that would suddenly feel very strange.

It would make the past two days seem like a bubble, false.

But maybe she was just overthinking. To others, wasn’t it the same? Besides, they had already done everything... If asked whether she was willing, she would say yes.

In the end, Sisi herself didn’t know what she was thinking. It was utterly illogical.

In a moment of distraction, she found herself already pulled into his arms, and Zhao Changhe whispered in her ear: “Back in Gusu, you knew how to sleep on the table. Now that you’re a queen, you need a palace to sleep in?”

Sisi said petulantly: “Fine, fine, a little maidservant is only fit to sleep on the table!”

“But the master can’t bear that.” Zhao Changhe murmured by her ear: “There’s a bed here; how could I let my maidservant sleep on the table?”

Sisi’s mouth hung half-open for the fourth time, her mind circling a serious question: Had this guy been possessed?

He was so smooth now.

The knot she had been tangled in seemed to be effortlessly undone. How many flowers had he brushed through to see through her thoughts so easily and dissolve them like this?

So much so that when he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, it felt perfectly natural. By the time Sisi came to her senses, she was already lying on the bed...

“I, I haven’t bathed...” Sisi didn’t even know why she was so nervous, but she was stammering: “I’m stinky...”

Zhao Changhe stood by the bed, looking down at her tense face, and couldn’t help laughing: “Others might not know, but you should know I like the natural flavor?”

“Pfft, I’m fragrant, not stinky. I’m not Yue...”

“Fragrant, huh? Let me smell?” Zhao Changhe leaned down and pecked her on the lips.

Even though they had kissed in the grove, Sisi still felt a jolt of electricity. Her hands clutched the bedsheet tightly, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help laughing out loud: “Hey, have you been possessed?”

Sisi opened her eyes indignantly: “You’re the one who’s been possessed!”

“Give me back the Sisi who knows how to flirt.”

“Give me back the Zhao Changhe who plays the gentleman.”

“Fine, fine.” Zhao Changhe lay down beside her fully clothed, gently embracing her: “I get it. When I play the gentleman, you flirt.”

Huh? That actually made some sense.

Zhao Changhe said with a smile: “Alright, sleep.”

With that, he closed his eyes and didn’t move.

Sisi ground her teeth. Fine, fine, so this is how you play it?

Now she had completely forgotten that she had been hesitating about whether to sleep with him. Her eyes started darting around again. In the flickering candlelight, her little foot crept over, rubbing against his leg.

Zhao Changhe pretended not to notice.

Sisi bit her lower lip and quietly reached out her hand.

She didn’t realize that while she was secretly undoing his belt, his hand around her waist was also quietly undoing hers... His technique, like ripples on a clear wave, was quite exquisite.

Hardly had she managed to undo it when her little hand was caught before it could even slip inside.

Sisi looked up; Zhao Changhe’s eyes seemed to gleam: “What’s a proper little maid up to?”

Sisi forced a smile: “I-I’m helping the master change clothes.”

“Better let the master help you change,” Zhao Changhe said, turning over, and in an instant they were reversed, him above her.

Sisi’s breath quickened; she knew what was about to happen.

Only at this moment did a thought flicker hazily through her mind… She had originally planned to let him leave before learning of that day’s events, so he would always wonder… If they really did it now, wouldn’t he know at once whether she was a virgin, and all her secrets would be laid bare?

She knew full well that he might have already guessed—that was why he had been so gentle these past two days. Yet Sisi still instinctively began to struggle: “No—don’t, okay?”

She didn’t even know what she was struggling for.

But as she struggled, she felt a coolness on her skin; somehow, her clothes had already been undone…

Sisi: “?”

The warm candlelight revealed the scandalous truth that she wasn’t even wearing undergarments.

Zhao Changhe slowly kissed down: “The technique of ultimate bliss that day was used wrong… True bliss should be like this…”

Sisi’s tense body instantly relaxed.

So he did know… What was the point of scheming? She had never been able to escape the master’s grasp.

Just like the thing now in his palm.

Sisi breathed softly, slowly reached up to hold his head, and closed her eyes.

That day there had truly been no bliss—not only the pain, but he had been as unresponsive as a corpse, while she was frantic inside, her mind full of how to solve the problem—who could feel joy?

Not like today, in this brand-new room, as if built specially for this.

The warm candlelight glowed, just like a wedding night.