Chapter 217: Madam, Does Your Son Know?

Ning Mu never expected this.

So this was the surprise Yang Yanqiu had spoken of!

This surprise was simply... too surprising! Watching Zheng Qingyun, with her graceful figure and exquisite curves, standing before the bathtub, her eyes shy and charming, head lowered, her fingers like jade, one by one, her clothes—permeated with a fragrant scent—leisurely slid off.

Immediately following.

She lightly lifted her lotus-like feet, stepping up the bath stairs one by one.

That incomparably moving figure, as if draped in a thin layer of moonlight, was extremely soft and beautiful.

Accompanied by splashing water.

Ning Mu witnessed with his own eyes that perfect, beautiful body disappear inch by inch, submerged by the water covered in flower petals.

"Mr. Ning, there is no need to be surprised; this servant is the surprise that A-Qiu has prepared for you~"

Seeing Ning Mu staring blankly at her.

Zheng Qingyun's eyes flickered with shyness; she raised her head and said this gently, then immediately lowered her beautiful eyes in embarrassment, staring at the water surface that was gradually calming down.

Only, apart from Ning Mu.

No one knew.

What exactly was happening under the water filled with flower petals at this moment.

"As a dignified Lady of the Worship Moon Hall, you are above ten thousand people; why must you do this?" Ning Mu leaned closer, sniffing the fragrance mixed in with the petals close at hand, and asked with some curiosity.

Zheng Qingyun's beautiful eyes flickered, and she said gently: "To tell you the truth, the Yang Family cannot be supported by relying solely on my useless son."

"And A-Qiu, she has... a special fondness for Mr. Ning!"

"In this way, her position as Saint Mother will sooner or later lose its utility and be unable to protect the Yang Family any longer."

"And, I grew up with A-Qiu since we were children; although I do not bear the Yang surname, I have long been a member of the Yang clan. My relationship with her is inseparable. For the sake of the Yang Family, for my young son, and for this affection, my only choice can be Mr. Ning~"

Speaking of this.

Zheng Qingyun could not help but lower her head.

She could not help but knit her brows slightly, feeling somewhat flustered, her eyes revealing deep shame and a beauty that had never bloomed before.

So.

A-Qiu's master was this strong! Her eyes could not help but scan the surroundings in a panic. Although she had already temporarily dismissed all the servants in this courtyard, she was still worried that the fact that she had suddenly had her innocence taken by A-Qiu's master at this very moment would be discovered! Especially while still at the Yang Family estate.

If her late husband knew that she was so base, perhaps he would not have married her into the family just to continue the lineage, right?

If her son, Dong'er, knew that she, as his mother, had taken the initiative to offer herself to a man only two years older than him—and one he had just recognized as his big brother—he would probably go crazy, right? "Mm~"

As the words fell.

Having already changed positions, Zheng Qingyun, who was lying on the edge of the bathtub, could not help but knit her Dai Eyebrow slightly, biting her lower lip hard.

"Why?"

Behind Zheng Qingyun, Ning Mu held her waist and asked.

Zheng Qingyun forced herself to steady her mind and said gently once more: "Because A-Qiu has already decided to completely break with the Sun Moon Divine Sect, and my mother and son, the Yang Family, share in her glory and disgrace; naturally, we must take responsibility for her decision!"

"Oh?"

Hearing that Yang Yanqiu was going to completely break with the Sun Moon Divine Sect, Ning Mu could not help but become interested.

Accompanied by splashing water.

He could not help but look curiously at Zheng Qingyun beneath him and said: "A break? Tell me in detail, Madam."

"Mm~ Very well, Mr. Ning. I plotted with her to first destroy the Blood Blade Hall to avenge the Three Wives."

"Afterward, A-Qiu will return to the Sun Moon Divine Sect headquarters on Great Bright Island as the Saint Mother, claiming that the Blood Blade Hall was destroyed by enemies, and that the enemies are still lingering at the Blood Blade Hall headquarters at Moon Reflection Lake, asking the Sun Moon Divine Sect to send disciples to avenge the Blood Blade Hall."

"This concerns the face of the Divine Sect and even more so the ownership of the Blood Blade Hall's legacy. Sect Leader Yin will certainly not let it go. In order to swallow the Blood Blade Hall's legacy alone, he won't even order my Worship Moon Hall, the Taihe County Tianxin Hall, or other halls to assist. With A-Qiu egging him on from the side, he will surely lead the majority of the disciples to come in person."

"At the same time, the Worship Moon Hall disciples will all remove the Divine Sect insignias, follow Mr. Ning's command, and lie in ambush at Xigu Port to catch the other side off guard!"

"In this battle, we still need to ask the Three Wives to take action; we must kill Sect Leader Yin Qingcang during this battle. If Sect Leader Yin dies, the great cause can be achieved!"

"Afterward, we will divide our forces to the Taihe County Tianxin Hall to subdue or annihilate them, and A-Qiu will then go to Great Bright Island as the Saint Mother to subdue the remaining remnants!"

"At this point, the Divine Sect can change masters, ah... and follow only Mr. Ning's orders!"

Zheng Qingyun told him, bit by bit, all the strategies that Yang Yanqiu and she had conspired on over these days.

Listening to these plans, Ning Mu could not help but feel his heart surge.

This woman, Yang Yanqiu, he never expected her to give such a huge surprise! Taking this opportunity, she would actually dismantle the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

This strategy seemed simple.

But in reality, it was a combination of favorable timing, geographical advantage, and human harmony.

The so-called timing, it goes without saying.

The destruction of the Blood Blade Hall not only removed a powerful wing of the Sun Moon Divine Sect but also left behind a 'legacy' to serve as bait.

With this bait in existence, the Sun Moon Divine Sect would certainly not want this wealth to fall into the hands of others.

It was both to maintain the dignity of the Divine Sect and avenge the Blood Blade Hall, while also being able to swallow the property left behind by the Blood Blade Hall.

It is easy to imagine that if he were Yin Qingcang, he would not notify the other halls either.

There was no help for it.

The management model of the Sun Moon Divine Sect was too loose. Apart from the headquarters, the autonomy of the major halls was too strong, with a tendency to listen to orders but not proclamations, which naturally caused a rift between the top and bottom.

Secondly, the geographical advantage: using the prepared to catch the unprepared, lying in ambush at the Sun Moon Divine Sect's landing port, Xigu Port.

Xigu Port was the private port of the Sun Moon Divine Sect. As long as Yang Yanqiu kept her mouth shut, no matter how capable the people in the Sun Moon Divine Sect were, they would never imagine that the port they had been landing at for years would become their burial ground.

Thirdly, human harmony.

That was Liuli's revenge.

This was also the most critical part.

Because with the addition of a powerhouse like Liuli, plus the master-disciple pair Wei Youqing and Pi Yalu, along with himself and the existence of that exotic beast, the Old Driver, it was enough to hold off two Divine Origin Realm True Persons, and even give Liuli the opportunity to kill one of them.

The addition of high-end combat power was undoubtedly the key to this battle! This plan completely ignited Ning Mu's fire.

He was overcome with excitement.

It immediately allowed Zheng Qingyun to reach the peak along with him.

The two leaned against the edge of the wooden tub, unable to regain their senses for a long time.

"Madam, does your son know?"

Half an hour later.

It was already midnight.

Wearing only a light, thin gauze garment, the gentle and virtuous Zheng Qingyun was kneeling on the couch, gently massaging the head of the man who was using her legs as a pillow.

Suddenly hearing the man's words, she couldn't help but startle, and the movements of her hands slowed by half a beat.

But immediately, she asked in a low voice, her face red as blood: "Does Mr. Ning mean..."

She did not quite understand.

Whether Ning Mu was referring to her taking the initiative to offer herself, or that the Worship Moon Hall was going to overthrow the entire Sun Moon Divine Sect.

Ning Mu smiled slowly, reached out to touch the gentle woman's cheek, and said: "What do you think, Madam?"

Zheng Qingyun's heart couldn't help but thud.

But she still said shyly and reservedly: "He is still young, it is better for him not to know some things... As for the future, when he is able to understand, it will not be too late to say. I wonder if Mr. Ning would agree?"

Clearly, this last sentence was a question.

It was not truly seeking Ning Mu's opinion.

Rather, it was a longing to obtain Ning Mu's consent, asking him not to let Yang Yandong know for the time being that she, his mother, had shamelessly climbed onto the couch of her own son's elder brother.

Ning Mu couldn't help but laugh slowly: "Brother Yandong is a good person. If possible, if he were to take charge of the Sun Moon Divine Sect in the future, what do you think?"

"Or, if you bear me another son, Madam, and if Yandong does not like these worldly affairs, he can also roam the world freely. It would not be a bad idea for you to raise a 'spare' as well."

"..."

Zheng Qingyun's face was red as blood, but her beautiful eyes were sparkling.

Clearly, this result was undoubtedly quite satisfactory to her.

She had never thought that after overthrowing the Sun Moon Divine Sect, she and her son could become the new leaders of the Divine Sect; she only thought that after the overthrow, they could possess Dragon-Ascension Merit and let the Yang Family continue to flourish.

But the promise given by Mr. Ning.

Far exceeded her expectations.

This could not help but make her heart feel pleasantly surprised.

At this point, she also completely saw that Mr. Ning's vision and breadth of mind were by no means limited to this massive Sun Moon Divine Sect.

This was an ideal that many people could not struggle to achieve in their entire lives.

Yet Mr. Ning, in just a few words, so casually handed over the great Divine Sect to others to manage. It seems that what Yang Yanqiu said was not false.

If Zheng Qingyun had still been hesitant in her heart before, then at this very moment, she was completely convinced! She no longer felt the slightest bit of anxiety about her own proactive contribution!

Moreover, although Mr. Ning had only met Yandong once, he understood Yandong's personality thoroughly.

Indeed.

Yandong was obedient and well-behaved, but he was unrestrained by nature, and his cultivation aptitude could not keep up; he was not material to be a sect leader, but rather more suited to be the kind of wandering knight who roams the ends of the earth, or a prodigal son drifting between flower houses and art galleries.

Should she give birth to another one?

Although she did not quite understand what the 'spare' in Mr. Ning's words meant, combining the context, she could roughly figure it out.

"Mr. Ning's great kindness, this concubine will certainly strive to bear an heir for Mr. Ning~"

After a moment of hesitation, Zheng Qingyun rose with a face slightly flushed with red light and glistening eyes, then knelt before Ning Mu and prostrated herself.

Clearly.

In this exchange, everyone got what they needed.

Everyone was very satisfied.

"Since that is the case, Madam, why don't you come over quickly?"

Ning Mu laughed heartily, directly flipped this exquisite and petite madam over, and then...

Naturally, a scene of spring overflowed within this small courtyard.

In the courtyard.

Under a rockery built of giant stones.

Yang Yanqiu sat cross-legged, draped in moonlight, her glistening and affectionate eyes gazing at the room ahead where the lamplight flickered.

It was already deep into the night.

In the entire Yang Family residence, apart from the clapper sound of the night watchmen, only the night insects in the grass were still chirping from time to time.

Everything was deathly silent.

But her heart was very hot.

Watching under the reflection of the lamplight.

The shadowy figures gradually merged, and then, like a shadow play, performed before her eyes.

She knew that her efforts had not been in vain.

She had already completely gained the master's trust.

And the Yang Family was also about to step into a new height.

Everyone has selfish motives.

Ever since she signed that slave contract, she had struggled internally and had thoughts of betrayal.

But as time passed, day after day.

Unknowingly, she discovered that her loyalty to her master was also increasing day by day.

Until, she surrendered completely, with no other intentions.

Even during the time she spent away from Ningyang Stronghold, investigating the Blood Blade Hall for Three Wives, she thought of her master almost every moment.

Whenever she saw those young couples on the street.

Her mind would involuntarily conjure up the vigorous and heroic image of her master when he was mastering her.

In the dead of night.

Although her heart was in turmoil and she wanted it immensely, every time her hand touched it, the cold sensation transmitted by the Heart Sealing Chastity Pants made her pull her hand back abruptly.

Although she desperately wanted to comfort her loneliness while thinking of her master.

She still remembered her master's orders.

"Hoo~ Sister Qingyun, keep it up, you will thank me!"

Muttering to herself, Yang Yanqiu slowly stood up and shook her somewhat numb arms.

Then she disappeared into the darkness.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would be unable to resist unlocking the Heart Sealing Chastity Pants...

This night.

For Zheng Qingyun, it was the most unforgettable night she had spent in her thirty-some years of life.

Having lived as a woman for over thirty years.

She only just realized that, as it turns out, women can be this happy too.

The next morning.

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

The exhausted Zheng Qingyun woke up from a beautiful dream.

Lying on the bed, looking at Mr. Ning who was still fast asleep, with his sharp, well-defined facial features, the corners of her mouth curled into a playful arc involuntarily.

Although she was accustomed to being virtuous and dignified.

That was only because reality forced her to maintain dignity and reserve.

Deep down, she also longed to be a little woman lying in a man's arms, receiving his protection.

Her bright, beautiful eyes were filled with a hint of shyness and secret joy.

After admiring him for a long while.

She then carefully and rustlingly got up, preparing to leave quietly.

She could not stay here for long.

This matter could only be known by three people: herself, Mr. Ning, and the instigator, A-Qiu.

If a servant were to see her and word reached Dong'er's ears, how would he face it?

However.

Just as she stood up and draped on her thin silk undergarment, which already had several tears in it, she had not yet had time to fasten the cloth buttons at her waist.

As for the bodice... it could no longer be worn, as it had been torn into several pieces.

Suddenly.

She felt her body lose its balance, and a large hand appeared at her waist, pulling her backward as she fell.

"Ah!"

Zheng Qingyun let out a cry of alarm.

She emitted a high-pitched, resonant scream.

But immediately, she realized something, and the scream stopped abruptly; a flush of red quickly rose to her face as she turned back to look, looking charming and lovely.

She saw Mr. Ning lazily open his eyes, looking at her with a playful expression.

Mmm~ Under this gaze, Zheng Qingyun felt as if the undergarment she had just draped over herself did not exist at all.

A layer of fine goosebumps rose on her skin.

"What is it? Staring at this Young Master for so long early in the morning, and now you want to leave?"

"Madam, you are not being good~"

Ning Mu stared at Zheng Qingyun with a playful, teasing look.

"Mmm, Mr. Ning~" Zheng Qingyun let out a soft moan.

Before she could speak.

The next moment.

She was lying on the couch again.

Looking at Mr. Ning, who was towering over her and looking down at her, and feeling his powerful youth, Zheng Qingyun's face turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Ning~ It's daylight, someone will discover us later..."

Zheng Qingyun found it hard to refuse, and she did not want to refuse either.

But reality forced her to gently remind Ning Mu.

If she were seen by others, she would have no reason to go on living.

"Madam, you wouldn't want your son to find out, would you? Then be good, it will be quick..."

(End of this chapter)