Chapter 65: A Woman Like a Heavenly Fairy Descending

Zhou Yu played "Peach Blossom Promise" with deep affection; its beautiful melody moved Tang Yuehua and Qian Renxue.

It also made every person in Yuexuan deeply intoxicated, unable to extricate themselves.

"..."

Tang San, who had originally shed all worldly vanities and abandoned the mundane, could not help but have a gloomy expression appear on his face.

"Big Brother, I didn't expect the Lin Yu you brought to not only play the harp well but also sing so movingly..."

Princess Xue Ke, with her innocent nature, had always wanted to get close to Tang San and greatly admired his talent.

Now, Zhou Yu's "Peach Blossom Promise" also made her sigh repeatedly, ripples rising in her heart.

"Brother Tang Yin, let's sit together sometime."

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe speaking to Tang San in a commoner's tone was absolutely a display of honoring the worthy.

Tang San smiled and politely declined: "I'm afraid I will disappoint Your Highness. After graduation, I must go on a long journey. If fate allows, when I return, I will certainly visit your door."

"Then it's a deal. I won't disturb you further. Little Sister, we should return."

After Xue Qinghe finished speaking, he smiled and nodded at Tang Yuehua, then turned and left.

Tang Yuehua looked at Tang San, who was putting away the harp beside her, and couldn't help but chuckle: "It seems that girl Xue Ke really has fallen for you. Last time she even came to ask me what level of noble status a commoner must have to marry a princess; it was clearly referring to you."

Tang San looked up at his aunt's teasing smile and replied helplessly: "Auntie, you know I am not considering such things at all right now."

Tang Yuehua smiled slightly: "You are an adult; falling in love is only natural. Do you perhaps have a beloved confidante?"

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Tang Yuehua looked at him in surprise: "Heavens, you really are precocious. I remember you told me you started cultivating with your father at fourteen. Could it be that your beloved confidante is someone you knew before?"

Tang San shook his head helplessly: "Auntie, as a noble lady, it is very rude of you to pry into others' privacy."

Tang Yuehua snorted: "Am I 'others'? I am your own aunt. Your father is not here; I am your elder. Confess and be lenient."

Speaking of a beloved confidante, the first person Tang San thought of was his own sister.

"Xiao Wu, it's been five years. Are you well?"

Seeing the loneliness deep in Tang San's eyes, Tang Yuehua did not ask further.

She simply raised her hand to rub the nephew who was a head taller than her, tenderness and doting affection flowing from her beautiful eyes.

Tang San gazed at Tang Yuehua: "Auntie, may I graduate from your academy?"

Tang Yuehua was stunned for a moment, somewhat melancholy: "Are you in such a hurry to leave me?"

Although they had only spent a year together, Tang Yuehua had truly grown fond of this brilliant, direct nephew of hers.

"..."

Just then, Zhou Yu, who had just reached the main gate, saw such a warm scene and naturally wanted to add fuel to the fire.

Tang San had shown extraordinary filial piety toward Tang Hao, a father who had not fulfilled his duties.

And toward Tang Yuehua, this newly recognized aunt, he also showed the highest respect.

He merely wanted to use this opportunity to gain the support of the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect on the entire continent.

Yuexuan, late night.

Tang Yuehua sat lightly before her dressing table; the reflection in the mirror was a face unmatched in the world, beautiful enough to take one's breath away.

—Knock, knock

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

Tang Yuehua was startled, then a soft "Auntie" from outside brought her back to her senses instantly. "Xiao San, is that you? Come in quickly!"

The door pushed open, and a tall, muscular figure walked in from outside; it was Tang San.

Only then did Tang San speak softly: "Auntie, I stewed some dessert for you; please taste it."

"Dessert?"

Joyful expression naturally appeared on Tang Yuehua's face, but she said: "You rascal, do you want to make your aunt fat?"

Hearing this, Tang San's gaze involuntarily fell upon her plump figure.

With a slightly teasing tone, he said: "Auntie, your figure and beauty are unmatched in the world; even if you were a little plump, wouldn't that make you even more charming?"

Tang Yuehua noticed Tang San's gaze and, hearing such praise, a flush of red rose on her exquisite face: "Xiao San, you are indeed precocious, so smooth-tongued. It seems you must have deceived many girls before."

Although she said this, Tang Yuehua still stood up and took the dessert from Tang San's hands.

After tasting a bite, she couldn't help but praise: "Not bad, very sweet and refreshing; I didn't expect you to have such skills."

Watching his aunt drink the dessert he had made with his own hands, a cunning smile inadvertently curled the corners of Tang San's mouth.

After finishing the dessert, Tang Yuehua turned and sat back down before her dressing table.

If it were any other time, let alone at night, no one could enter her room freely even during the day.

However, Tang San was her second brother's son and naturally possessed special privileges.

What she did not know was that the pair of eyes behind her were, at this moment, staring fixedly at the prey before them like a beast.

This Tang San was actually Zhou Yu disguised using his Transformation talent.

Her neck skin was fair as congealed jade, her waist slender and light like willow branches in spring, and her buttocks full and elegantly arched, outlining a charming curve.

"Truly a beauty of the human world..."

Standing silently behind Tang Yuehua.

Zhou Yu slowly approached, boldly raising both hands to gently rest them on her soft shoulders.

"Auntie, let me massage you?"

Tang Yuehua was completely unaware of the approaching danger; she merely smiled lightly and replied: "Mm, you know how to care for your aunt. I've been teaching those children to play the zither lately, and my shoulders are indeed a bit sore. You help your aunt give them a good massage."

Having received authorization, Zhou Yu's palms became eager.

His technique was incredibly skilled; with just a few kneads, he was enough to make Tang Yuehua feel a relaxation she had never experienced before.

He pressed gently while asking, "Auntie, for so many years, have you always been alone?"

Tang Yuehua slowly closed her eyes, savoring this rare moment of relaxation.

Her red lips parted slightly as she replied, "Mm, over these years, I have grown accustomed to it..."

"Auntie, that is not right. You may be accustomed to it, but unknowingly, you have caused countless men of the Tiandou Diguo to suffer deeply from lovesickness."

Tang Yuehua was slightly taken aback and was about to retort when she heard Zhou Yu continue, "You are like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world, drawing the admiration of all beings..."

"You rascal..."

Just as she was about to speak, Zhou Yu interrupted, "Auntie, for so many years, for a woman as beautiful as you, do you not feel... lonely?"

"..."

The word "lonely" seemed to carry an irresistible magic, gently lifting the long-sealed gate deep within Tang Yuehua's heart.

At the same time, Zhou Yu's palm had, without him noticing, gradually moved downward...

(End of this chapter)