Chapter 190: The Helpless Mother on the Second Floor, and the Shocked Libationer, Your Highness!

Wei Youqing's complexion was rosy, her gaze like autumn water, charming and moving.

As she walked along, her heart was fluttering.

She passed by people greeting her from time to time.

Many were puzzled, wondering what was wrong with Master Wei today, why she was so absent-minded? Could she have been hexed?

Clutching the Erotic Storybook she had written, Wei Youqing felt her heart swaying as she walked toward the main hall.

She was in a daze the entire way.

Not until she reached the platform outside the main hall and saw a person kneeling on the ground near the entrance, whipping themselves, did she suddenly startle and snap back to reality.

What had happened here? Wasn't this youth the leader who had snuck into the Mountain Stronghold to launch a surprise attack that night?

It seemed to be the son of the Yunxiao Stronghold Master, named Wu Yuxiao.

Why was he kneeling here now, whipping himself?

Wei Youqing couldn't help but frown; she didn't get too close, but stood far away by the railing of the platform, observing the situation.

And just at this moment.

A voice, flickering between clear and muffled, filled with bewitching panic and coquettish charm, drifted down from the upper floor.

"..."

"I have pleaded with Ning Zhaozhu for you; you must quickly lash yourself a hundred times, then return to the stronghold!"

Wei Youqing froze.

She immediately looked up.

Outside, the scorching sun was high in the sky, shining brightly, so the shadows under the eaves were too heavy to see clearly.

But after shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand and taking a careful look, she still vaguely recognized who the two figures, almost pressed together by the railing of the second-floor balcony, were!

The person speaking, of course, went without saying.

It was Wu Yuxiao's mother, the Yunxiao Stronghold Master, Zhu Yaluan.

This voice was very wrong! Looking at the situation upstairs again, Wei Youqing blushed immediately, and a deep sense of bitterness and shame surfaced in her eyes.

This wretched man!

How could he be like this! While someone's son was whipping himself downstairs, he was up there, toying with the person's mother?

And a scene that shocked her even more occurred.

She saw that Wu Yuxiao, although furious, raised the horsewhip in his hand after hearing his mother's words and lashed his own back, one whip after another, with extreme force.

"Son has heard you!"

"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight..."

"Mother, after returning to Yunxiao Stronghold, sixty-one... son will order the entire stronghold to observe the rules, and son will go to the south, sixty-two... to Hujia Town, and ask for Mother's instructions, is that alright! Sixty-three..."

Wu Yuxiao's eyes were splitting, blood-red as if injected with blood, his teeth gritted, his voice containing heaven-shaking rage.

It was as if the slightest spark could completely ignite the fury in his heart, causing it to roar up like a volcano.

"Mother doesn't care! Xiao'er, *huff*, decide for yourself, act accordingly!"

On the balcony of the hall, by the railing.

Came the voice of Zhu Yaluan, weak and intermittent.

Especially.

That sudden high-pitched sound in the middle was enough to make anyone who heard it blush and feel embarrassed.

Wu Yuxiao was not an ignorant boy who understood nothing.

He knew all too well what that sound meant.

He kept many captured women in his own courtyard and often heard them making such noises at critical moments.

Which meant.

At this very moment, his mother was upstairs.

Being completely humiliated by that filthy thing, Ning Mu! Wu Yuxiao's gaze was sinister, gradually bloodshot, staring fixedly at his own shadow on the ground, while beads of sweat as large as beans dripped onto the ground like raindrops, *plop, drip*.

The horsewhip in his hand lashed his back without sparing any effort, one blow after another.

"Seventy-eight, seventy-nine..."

"Son knows!"

Wu Yuxiao's face was livid, his teeth clenched tightly.

Time passed slowly.

"Eighty-nine..."

Accompanied by the sound of the horsewhip lashing his body and the flesh splitting, as well as the suppressed, melodic sounds from upstairs that could no longer be contained.

Finally.

"Ninety-nine, one hundred!"

"*Huff*..."

Wu Yuxiao collapsed onto the ground, the horsewhip in his hand falling away.

On his back, his fine silk clothing was soaked and fused with sweat and blood, the fabric torn and stuck to his blood-stained back.

But only a moment later.

He opened his sinister eyes, slowly and arduously crawled up, picked up the horsewhip from the ground, then limped to his feet, supporting himself against the wall, holding onto his last breath, and turned to walk toward the stairs of the platform.

He crossed the drill ground and went straight out of the stronghold gate.

During the process.

He did not look back even once.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with resilience, hatred, and suppressed fury.

By the time he had whipped himself one hundred times.

Though his consciousness was blurred, he still clearly heard the cry of extreme pleasure emitted by his mother upstairs.

Mother, she had changed! She was no longer that formidable Alliance Leader who once commanded the Three Mountains and Four Ridges.

She was no longer that strong woman who schemed with tigers, whose heart was higher than the heavens, and who longed to lead Yunxiao Stronghold out of Xima Mountain to carve out her own territory! She was nothing more than a wild, lewd hen on Yunxiao Peak, ready to be hunted at any moment!

A lewd woman, immersed in a sea of desire, willingly bowing in submission beneath the body of that scum Ning Mu, devoid of maternal affection, devoid of her former vigor, knowing only how to fawn, flatter, and cater to lust!

At first.

He had no such thoughts, believing only that his mother was forced by circumstances and had been captured by Ning Mu! But gradually, as the whipping continued.

He discovered he was wrong, wrong to an outrageous degree.

His mother had gradually lost the sense of shame befitting a mother and a Great Stronghold Master.

Completely manipulated by that scoundrel Ning Mu, she was immersed in it, unable to extricate herself.

That sound.

It was even more wanton than the beasts seeking pleasure in the deep mountain forests at the dead of night!

He absolutely did not believe that his mother was being forced.

Could Ning Mu have such great ability to make a woman nearing forty, who had guarded her chastity for many years, become so dissolute?

Impossible.

Unless, his mother had intended to be with him all along.

Combined with the fact that just now, his mother had not sought revenge for him, but instead made him kneel and punish himself before Ning Mu.

He was now certain that his mother had changed.

In such a short time as a hostage, she had abandoned Yunxiao Stronghold, abandoned his late father, abandoned him, abandoned everything from the past, and become a hen who knew only how to seek pleasure and mates!

At this moment, Wu Yuxiao's heart was filled with a grief greater than death.

Taking heavy steps, dragging his exhausted and wounded body, he walked out of the stronghold gate slowly but firmly.

As soon as he exited the stronghold gate.

He felt as if he had been reborn.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master, what has happened to you!"

The subordinates of Yunxiao Stronghold who had been waiting there for a long time saw Wu Yuxiao's complexion and injuries, and their expressions changed immediately.

At once, two servants from Yunxiao Stronghold stepped forward to support him.

"Stop the nonsense, help me onto the horse!"

Wu Yuxiao said with a cold face.

"Quick, help the Young Master onto the horse. Xiao Guang, you hurry back to the stronghold to have the old physician wait; treat the injuries as soon as the Young Master returns!" the lead subordinate hurriedly ordered.

But his words were cut off by Wu Yuxiao.

"Do not return to the stronghold; escort me down the mountain, go straight to Yixiantian, and head to Hujia Town!"

Wu Yuxiao knitted his brows tightly and ordered in a low, trembling voice.

He could not return to Yunxiao Stronghold! These one hundred lashes had whipped him into the Opening Apertures Realm!

With what happened today, Yunxiao Stronghold would sooner or later become the possession of that scoundrel Ning Mu; after all, even his mother had already surrendered herself to him.

And he himself would sooner or later die inexplicably.

Ning Mu could not possibly tolerate him!

The only plan now was to find a more powerful backer and cultivate his own forces to return for revenge while the other party had not yet reacted and while his mother still had some maternal protective instinct! And Hujia Town was his only choice!

Hujia Town was a vital border defense town of the Chu Kingdom; after riding fast through Yixiantian and traveling for another half day, one could arrive! The Zhenwu Army of the Chu Kingdom was stationed in this town.

He had once represented his mother in visiting Hujia Town and had a meeting with General Mi Zhao of the Zhenwu Army.

The only plan now was for General Mi Zhao to save him and help him take revenge!

Although the wounds on his back were severe, Wu Yuxiao's mind was very clear.

Those subordinates were all stunned upon hearing this, but then, without a word, they escorted Wu Yuxiao onto his horse and down the mountain.

At the same time.

Ningyang Stronghold, the main hall.

On the second-floor balcony.

Zhu Yaluan knelt on the ground, leaning against the railing, her face flushed with passion; in her eyes, which occasionally flickered with self-loathing, ripples like those on a lake were swaying.

She knew that her image in her son's heart was completely ruined! She wanted to maintain it, she wanted to resist.

But alas.

Ning Zhaozhu behind her was like a madman, leaving her with no desire to resist at all.

Her Cultivation Points were not as good as his to begin with.

Furthermore, it had been nearly twenty years since she had experienced such extreme pleasure between a man and a woman.

No!

It should be said that she had never in her life experienced such a stimulating and dynamic pleasure between a man and a woman.

Consciously, she knew she should not be like this.

She should resist the other party.

She should guard her chastity for her late husband.

She should maintain her image for her son.

But reality would not allow it.

That extreme pleasure, one wave higher than the next, left her with no time to think about these things; she only wanted to experience that unprecedented stimulation beneath those waves!

"Hoo..."

Her son had left.

She could never truly go back.

Zhu Yaluan blushed, subconsciously following the instructions of Ning Zhaozhu to perform the final cleanup.

Though she felt shame, she was also willing.

"Ning Zhaozhu, with this outcome, I fear I no longer have the face to see the elders of Yunxiao... Are you satisfied?"

Zhu Yaluan raised her head, her expression filled with an indescribable complexity and gloom, her eyes clear yet full of inner conflict as she looked up at Ning Mu and spoke in a stammer.

She could not express her joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, nor could she articulate the bitterness and sweetness of it all.

For her, the changes this day had brought were too great.

She no longer knew how to conduct herself when facing her son, the elders of Yunxiao, and... the Ning Zhaozhu before her.

The only thing she was clear about was this.

After experiencing these two bone-deep moments of pleasure.

She feared she would find it hard to endure those nights without company, hard to endure the emptiness of her soul in moments of loneliness.

Consciously, she knew this was wrong.

She also understood that she should hate this little man who had just been acting recklessly and wantonly abusing her body! But her body was very honest.

She knew clearly that she could no longer leave Ning Zhaozhu.

Sigh...

Once the words fell, Zhu Yaluan could not help but sorrowfully lower her head.

Ning Mu raised an eyebrow.

After this very meaningful battle, he was drenched in sweat; this was far more exciting.

It was simply comparable to the excitement of that day with Liu Qingmei in Ye Bufan's room.

Such an exciting life.

In his past life, he wouldn't have even dared to imagine it.

But in this world where strength is respected, he could release the demon in his heart and do whatever he pleased!

Hearing these words from Zhu Yaluan, which were difficult to interpret.

A wicked smile couldn't help but curl the corners of Ning Mu's mouth, and he immediately reached out to lift her chin.

"Great Stronghold Master Zhu, at this very moment, are you still so proud?"

"If you don't know how to speak, then keep your mouth shut!"

Ning Mu sneered.

Immediately.

He blocked Zhu Yaluan's surprised, slightly parted lips.

"Mmph~"

A look of frailty and pity instantly appeared in Zhu Yaluan's eyes.

But Ning Mu paid her no mind.

Instead, after exhaling a breath of turbid air, he stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at the drill ground with a heart full of arrogance.

He could vaguely see Wu Yuxiao's blood-stained back, walking dejectedly across the drill ground and out of the stronghold gate.

Just then, suddenly.

His eyes froze.

He saw Wei Youqing pacing hesitantly in a corner below the palace platform, her gaze occasionally looking toward this side, her expression full of complexity and resentment, holding a rolled-up book in her hand.

After a moment of surprise, Ning Mu couldn't help but grin, then raised his hand and waved to greet her.

"Libationer Wei, since you've come, why not come up?"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, I have missed you dearly!"

Ning Mu was composed, waving to signal her, his voice carrying far.

"Mmph!"

Below the railing, Zhu Yaluan, with her mouth blocked, had her expression change in horror, startled.

This Ning Zhaozhu.

His audacity was too great! He was still busy with her here.

Yet he was greeting someone else, and even unreservedly expressing his longing.

Did he not know how to be considerate of her?

Forced to hold her breath, unable to breathe, a sense of grievance rose in Zhu Yaluan's increasingly bloodshot eyes.

And in the corner below the palace steps.

Wei Youqing, who had been pacing in place, unsure whether to leave or wait for Ning Mu to finish so she could hand over *The Romantic Affair Between the Thief Stronghold Master and the Female Libationer*, was feeling incredibly conflicted.

For the umpteenth time, she raised her head, her gaze looking toward the second floor of the main hall with resentment and shyness.

Only to find that his gaze was also looking right at her.

Eek! Wei Youqing was so startled she quickly shrank her neck, her eyes darting away in a panic, about to leave.

But at this moment.

Ning Mu's greeting suddenly rang out.

Wei Youqing's expression stiffened, looking sheepish, her eyes filled with embarrassment and hesitation.

She had no chance to slip away now.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet, slowly pace up the steps, and then pretend to know nothing of the situation on the second floor as she approached, awkwardly raising her head to look at Ning Mu.

"Ahem, nothing, just walking around, just walking around."

Wei Youqing's eyes flickered, and she turned to leave as she spoke.

Fortunately.

Looking over at this moment, by the railing shaded by the eaves, there was only Ning Mu, who was resting his hands on the railing and looking down at her.

If it were still like before... and Zhu Yaluan were also there.

She truly would not know how to respond.

"A-Qing, how is it that after a few days of not seeing each other, you have become so distant?"

"Have you forgotten that beautiful night you and I spent on the tower?"

From the second floor, Ning Mu's voice carried a hint of feigned surprise, which caused the turning Wei Youqing to suddenly stop in her tracks, her face flushed red!

These unreserved words did not just make Wei Youqing blush.

Even Zhu Yaluan below the railing, the patrolling An Xiaoxi and Lin Susu... as well as the subordinates in the stronghold near the main hall who could hear it, all cast their gazes over, filled with curiosity and strangeness.

The air was filled with the scent of gossip.

It was only because the words "on the tower" and "on the bed" in Ning Mu's mouth were too ambiguous...

(End of this chapter)