113: Chapter 113 Ji Ziyue's Thoughts: This Emperor Seems Easy to Win Over!

The main peak of the Jiang Family, the great hall where Ji Ziyue resided.

Morning light passed through the pillars, falling onto the bluestone floor.

Ji Ziyue leaned against the railing, her fingers twining around a strand of hair, her eyes closed, but her gaze was fixed on that wedding room door in the distance that had finally opened.

Fifty-eight days.

She had been there for the entire duration.

From the night Princess Jiang Yi carried Lu Chen through the door, to the moment Nangong Waner blew up the door and barged in, and then to the thirty-three days Nangong Waner spent replicating the prescription and forcing her way into the guest courtyard.

Every node, every fluctuation of Law, and every tide of Spiritual Qi triggered by the union of Yin and Yang.

Ji Ziyue missed none of it, recording everything in her heart.

Although she was a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level, she was still considered a young girl.

But she didn't crouch at the base of the wall to eavesdrop; she had more sophisticated means—

Void Perception derived from the Great Void Technique, capturing fluctuations across most spatial barriers, precise enough to distinguish the frequency and intensity change curves.

Additionally, almost everyone in the Ji Family would Cultivate an exclusive Divine Sense Cultivation Technique to strengthen their perception.

In terms of Divine Sense strength alone, it wasn't impossible to rival a Great Emperor during the Pseudo-Emperor stage.

Ji Ziyue withdrew her gaze, picked up the spiritual tea on the stone table, and took a sip.

The tea was cold.

She put down the teacup, her fingertips lightly tapping the tabletop twice.

All the details she had observed over these fifty-eight days surfaced in her mind.

The first time, Jiang Yi used "the great emperor is also crazy," and Lu Chen's resistance time—less than thirty breaths.

Thirty breaths.

A Great Emperor Peak Cultivator, facing the erosion of an Aphrodisiac, resisted for thirty breaths.

This data itself was not a problem; "the great emperor is also crazy" was an ancient Peerless Grade item, so it was normal for it to work.

But the problem lay in the second set of data.

When Nangong Waner used the modified version for the second time, Lu Chen's resistance time—ten breaths.

It didn't increase; it decreased.

The efficacy doubled, yet the resistance time was shortened by nearly half.

This was illogical.

Normally, a Great Emperor who had experienced it once would naturally develop a resistance within their body. Even if the efficacy was stronger the second time, the resistance time should have lengthened.

Unless—

He didn't seriously resist at all, gave up, and directly started enjoying it.

Ji Ziyue's eyes flickered slightly.

She remembered something else.

More than half a month ago, the day she first arrived at the Jiang Family, she had used her Divine Sense to test Lu Chen.

That sliver of Divine Sense fell in, but there was no echo, as if it were bottomless.

For a man with such unfathomable cultivation, to say he couldn't block an Aphrodisiac?

It was understandable if he couldn't block it the first time.

But he still couldn't block it the second time?

His mouth shouted for help, but his body was more honest than anyone's.

Ji Ziyue thought of a sentence Lu Chen said during his frenzy—her Void Perception could capture the residual vibrations of sound waves. Although intermittent, a few sentences were captured very clearly.

One of them was: "I am a descendant of Yan and Huang. Yan is gone, and so are the descendants; from now on, only Huang is left."

At that time, Ji Ziyue didn't understand.

But combined with the context and the frequency of breath fluctuations, she roughly deduced that this was Lu Chen's self-mockery in a certain extreme state.

Descendants of Yan and Huang.

She didn't know the origin of these four words, but she understood the "Huang" in "only Huang is left."

This invincible Great Emperor still had the mind to joke at such a moment.

It meant his sanity hadn't completely collapsed.

It meant he was somewhat conscious. In a semi-conscious state, he chose not to resist.

Ji Ziyue's finger stopped.

On her dignified face, the curve of her lips rose imperceptibly.

The rumored cold, ruthless, and eternally arbitrary Emperor Yun.

Toward women, he was incredibly soft.

As long as one was a bit proactive, he wouldn't resist at all.

This discovery was more valuable than any intelligence.

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Footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

They were light and cautious, deliberately suppressed, but in front of a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level, it was no different from beating drums and gongs.

Ji Ziyue didn't turn around; she just picked up her teacup, her peripheral vision scanning the corner of the corridor.

Ji Linger's head peeked out from behind a pillar.

The little girl's face was red enough to boil an egg, and one of her twin tails was crooked.

Ji Linger thought she was being very stealthy, hunching her back and sticking to the base of the wall, slipping toward her room.

"Linger."

Ji Linger's body froze.

"A-Auntie! Why are you here!"

Ji Ziyue put down her teacup, turned around, and her gaze fell on the booklet in her niece's arms.

"What are you holding in your arms?"

"Cultivation notes!"

"Give it to me."

"No—"

Ji Ziyue slightly released her Pseudo-Emperor aura.

The booklet was in her hands.

She flipped it open.

Ji Ziyue closed it after scanning just three lines of the content.

It wasn't that she couldn't bear to look.

It was just too detailed, all about a young girl's spring affairs.

She looked up at Ji Linger.

The little girl's hands were twisted together, her head lowered to her chest, and the tips of her ears were bright red.

"You still dared to listen?"

Ji Linger's lips moved, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

"There's also Ye Qingxian and Nangong Ziyi..."

Three.

Three little girls had eavesdropped for thirty-three days.

Ji Ziyue returned the booklet to her niece and tapped her forehead with her index finger.

"Go back to your room. You are not allowed to do this kind of thing again; you must Cultivate more."

Ji Linger ran off clutching the booklet.

Ji Ziyue watched her figure disappear at the end of the corridor and lowered her eyes.

Linger had already fallen for him.

Ye Qingxian is Lu Chen's Personal Disciple, having the advantage of being close.

Behind Nangong Ziyi stands Nangong Waner, backed by the Nangong Family.

What about her Ji Family?

Her eldest sister, Ji Rushuang, married into the Jiang Family, and her stance leaned toward Jiang Yi.

Linger is just a little girl in the Dragon Transformation Realm. In front of a group of Pseudo-Emperor Ninth Levels and Great Emperor Peaks, she doesn't even have the qualification to sit at the table.

If she doesn't take action, the Ji Family will get nothing from this situation.

A Great Emperor's Bloodline, resources, and protection are enough to make an Ancient Desolate Family flourish for another hundred thousand years.

The Jiang Family has already taken the first bite.

The Nangong Family has taken the second bite.

The Ji Family cannot be without a place.

Once this thought emerged, Ji Ziyue herself paused for a moment.

She had lived for tens of thousands of years and seen too many storms; she had always been a dignified, self-possessed, and cold observer.

But now, an extremely bold idea popped into her head.

Enter the field herself.

Not to pave the way for Linger, but to go for it herself.

Saying it out loud would make people laugh their heads off.

But Ji Ziyue thought of Lu Chen's face.

Her breathing quickened for a moment before being suppressed.

It's settled.

Find an excuse, make private contact, and test the bottom line.

If this Great Emperor is truly as she speculated—

Then she, Ji Ziyue, might not be unable to be appreciated and disciplined by the Great Emperor.

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Just as Ji Ziyue organized her thoughts and was about to leave.

In the distance, a purple-gold figure swept over from the direction of the main peak.

Jiang Yi felt that it had ended.

Her long hair was unbound, the collar of her purple-gold casual robe was crooked, and her Phoenix eyes were full of ice shards.

She charged straight toward the direction where Lu Chen lived.

At the same time, the door of the guest courtyard opened with a creak.

Lu Chen had just taken a step out when he looked up and bumped into Jiang Yi's eyes, which looked like they wanted to eat someone.

The two looked at each other.

The air froze.

Jiang Yi's Phoenix eyes scanned Lu Chen's left shoulder—the part the collar couldn't cover.

Revealing the edge of a bite mark deep enough to see the bone, the residue of the Li-Fire Law made the wound glow with a faint dark purple luster.

Jiang Yi was furious.

"Lu Chen."

Her voice was terrifyingly calm.

"That tooth mark, get rid of it quickly!"

Ji Ziyue also arrived on the scene using the Great Void Technique to watch the drama.

Watching the show.

Incidentally observing this Great Emperor's reaction when facing a shura field.

To serve as a final reference for her upcoming plan.