Chapter 63: The Unknown Side, and the Irritated Battalion Commander Pei (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Just as they entered the dungeon, before they even reached the cell door, Pei Shaoqing and Liu Yuheng heard a strange sound.

Both of them stopped in their tracks at the same time.

They exchanged a glance and then quickly looked away.

"Young Master, the Saintess of Yaoguang..." Listening to the unbearable sounds, Liu Yuheng's pretty face turned as red as blood.

"Perhaps we overthought it," Pei Shaoqing said calmly, quickening his pace toward the cell.

Liu Yuheng hesitated for a moment but followed him anyway.

And when they saw the scene inside the cell clearly.

Both of them stood frozen on the spot.

Well, they hadn't overthought it; it was exactly as it seemed.

The Saintess of Yaoguang, bound by silk ribbons, was rolling around on the floor, her pale cheeks flushed like sunset clouds, drenched in sweat, her eyes unfocused, and her expression twisted in pain.

"Did you give her Hehuan Powder?" Pei Shaoqing asked, looking at Liu Yuheng, who was responsible for tending to the Saintess of Yaoguang.

Liu Yuheng shook her head repeatedly, "No, no."

"Then how did this happen?" Pei Shaoqing frowned and asked for her advice: "Madam, you have traveled the world and are well-informed; do you know the reason for this?"

To be consumed by lust for no reason.

"I have never heard of such a thing," Liu Yuheng shook her head.

The Saintess of Yaoguang also saw the two of them, and in her shame and fury, her voice was choked with sobs, "Kill me quickly."

"Young Master, what should we do? The Saintess of Yaoguang has not had a drop of water for three days; if we leave her be, she may be in danger of losing her life from severe dehydration," Liu Yuheng reminded him, suppressing her shyness.

Pei Shaoqing pondered in silence; he actually wanted to step forward and use the Dinghai Divine Needle to manage the flood, but saying such a thing in front of Liu Yuheng would damage his image as a gentleman, so he said: "In that case, we can only ask her husband to step in."

"Has the husband of the Saintess of Yaoguang also been captured by you, Young Master?" Liu Yuheng asked with a face full of surprise.

Pei Shaoqing did not answer; he stepped forward to untie the silk ribbons binding the Saintess of Yaoguang and returned the Jade Pestle to its owner.

Liu Yuheng was stunned for a moment, then turned red to her ears.

"Young Master, shall we go out first?" Liu Yuheng took a deep breath to steady her mind, her voice trembling.

Pei Shaoqing said with a straight face: "To be safe, we must keep an eye on her to avoid any accidents."

Liu Yuheng bit her lower lip lightly; her legs already feeling somewhat weak, she walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

"Madam, what is wrong?" he asked with concern.

The mortified Liu Yuheng hurriedly dragged her limp upper body upright, "This concubine is just a bit tired."

"Madam, you must take care to rest; don't wear yourself out," Pei Shaoqing reminded her with a faint smile.

Liu Yuheng managed a forced smile in response, and after recovering a little, she stood up and said: "Young Master, your presence here is enough; this concubine will go attend to other matters."

Having said that, without waiting for Pei Shaoqing's consent, she lowered her head and stumbled toward the exit as if fleeing.

"Even married women get shy," Pei Shaoqing chuckled, but when his gaze fell upon the chair she had just been sitting on, his expression suddenly became playful.

Who knows how long they waited.

Having finished, the Saintess of Yaoguang regained her reason.

She lay on the ground without the strength to move even a finger, her eyes filled with despair and humiliation, and she said weakly: "I beg you, kill me."

Pei Shaoqing walked over, squatted down, helped her up, and gently and carefully dressed her in her disheveled robes with his own hands.

"I think I understand the effect that Pure Heart Manual has on you; these days must be very hard to endure."

So it turned out that the Saintess, who appeared cold and indifferent on the surface, was actually insatiable in private.

"Sob~" The Saintess of Yaoguang could not help but cry, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed continuously.

Because of an accident in her childhood, she had contracted this unspeakable, strange illness, and she felt extremely inferior.

She always kept herself wrapped up tightly, relied on practicing the Pure Heart Manual to suppress it, lived in solitude, and tried her best not to interact with others, fearing that someone would discover her secret.

Sometimes, she would wake up in a fright after dreaming that the world had discovered that she, a Saintess who appeared high and unreachable, was actually a woman unable to control her lust in private.

But now, in front of Pei Shaoqing, her secret was completely exposed, and her dignity and pride had all been ruthlessly trampled by him; she felt both painful and aggrieved inside.

The Saintess of Yaoguang was in agony, but Pei Shaoqing was incredibly excited; this was truly a top-tier physique.

It was a waste of her talent to join the Xuanhuang Sect.

The Hehuan Sect was her true home.

After a good cry, the emotions of the Saintess of Yaoguang stabilized significantly; she pushed Pei Shaoqing away and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill you."

Her eyes were filled with resentment and murderous intent.

"The prerequisite for killing me is to stay alive," Pei Shaoqing smiled slightly, "But you refuse to even eat."

"I am hungry," the Saintess of Yaoguang said coldly.

Pei Shaoqing immediately had someone bring food, then bound the Saintess of Yaoguang up again and fed her himself.

The Saintess of Yaoguang opened her red lips to receive the food he brought to her mouth, chewing it in small bites, while staring fixedly at Pei Shaoqing with cold, piercing eyes.

This man had completely destroyed her reputation!

After feeding the Saintess of Yaoguang, Pei Shaoqing thoughtfully used his hand to wipe the remaining rice grains from the corner of her mouth.

The Saintess of Yaoguang threw her head away in disgust.

"Slap!"

Pei Shaoqing struck her across the face.

Her cheek burned, and the Saintess of Yaoguang was stunned.

Pei Shaoqing ignored her, picked up the tray, and stood up to leave, saying indifferently: "I will come again tomorrow."

From now on, he would personally serve the Saintess her meals.

As he left, he also took away her husband, who was drenched in sweat, "I will help your husband bathe and cleanse himself."

"Ah! I want to kill you! I must kill you!" the Saintess of Yaoguang roared in a mix of shame and fury.

She no longer wants to die now.

Even if she is to die, she must kill that bastard first!

For this, even if there is more humiliation and torment, she will silently endure it until she has taken her revenge.

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Zhou Xiangyang has been very annoyed lately.

He originally thought that with the arrival of the Messenger, Pei Shaoqing would soon be promoted, and he was genuinely happy for his subordinate from the bottom of his heart.

But he did not expect that the Messenger was not here to announce an imperial decree.

When will he, this Hundred-Household, ever be the real deal?

How to relieve worry? Only by drinking... ahem, Dukang.

Zhou Xiangyang had a servant prepare a table of dishes, and he drank alone to drown his sorrows; when he was deep in his cups, he complained with a flushed face and thick neck, "Pei Shaoqing, you rebellious bastard, you won't have a good end!"

"This lowly one has heard a saying: rather than counting on others, it is better to count on oneself. Why doesn't my lord seek another way?" the Butler leaned in to pour him wine and said.

Zhou Xiangyang grabbed him by the collar and said with a mouth full of alcohol, "Speak, what way do you have?"

"My lord, in this lowly one's humble opinion, since we cannot hold power for the time being, we might as well set our sights on wealth; that wouldn't be a wasted trip either." The Butler put down the wine pot and said with a fawning face, "If we squeeze more money out of Tongzhou, not only will it fatten our purses, but we can also try offering a heavy bribe to the Thousand-Household to seek a transfer to another place."

"Hmph!" Zhou Xiangyang shoved the Butler away.

Thousand-Household Lu had given him plenty of cash rewards; with that connection, plus offering a heavy bribe, the other party might truly show mercy and change his post.

Even if Thousand-Household Lu did not agree, he could at least rake in more money; he couldn't just waste his time like this.

"Good, I leave this matter to you. I have been in Tongzhou to take up my post for many days, yet the local wealthy merchants and powerful gentry haven't shown any sign of respect at all—it is simply outrageous!"

Zhou Xiangyang said through gritted teeth, transferring all his anger toward Pei Shaoqing onto these fat sheep.

"Yes, my lord!" The Butler was overjoyed.

The reason he incited Zhou Xiangyang to rake in money was because they, as servants, could also take the opportunity to make a big profit.

(End of this chapter)