Chapter 307 - 131: Xiangzhu, My Wife, Let Me Explain, This Is a Proper Massage

Chapter 307: Chapter 131: Xiangzhu, My Wife, Let Me Explain, This Is a Proper Massage

They recognized the three men.

They were Gu Xiangzhu’s subordinates.

The three men glanced at them, said nothing, and charged straight for the array.

They were all just following orders.

There was no point in talking.

’Let’s do this!’

Zhao Qing’s face was a mask of fury and hostility.

He didn’t know the identity of this Demon.

But he was already certain of one thing.

This person... had to be from the Royal Family!

...

Huangfu Song ignored the grand commotion behind him and stepped straight into the house he had entered before.

No one understood the strength of the Imperial Clan Court better than he did.

It was formidable!

If the Imperial Clan Court mobilized its full force, it would be the equivalent of an army of several hundred thousand.

But there was a limit to that strength.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have failed to stop the Demon Monarch all those years ago.

Besides...

The rules of the princely struggle were numerous.

There would only be one expert assigned to secretly monitor or protect a prince.

Although an Imperial Decree served as a failsafe, allowing them to wield the power of the Divine Treasure Sixth Layer for a short time, their strength was, in reality, still limited.

If a truly massive power wanted to target a certain Prince, this hidden expert wouldn’t be able to stop them at all.

Of course, no major power could easily withstand the Imperial Clan Court’s retribution after the fact.

Including himself.

But he had already considered the price.

So...

’This is my home turf now.’

Huangfu Song pushed open the door and saw Zhang Da Yong collapsed on the floor and Zhao Ci unconscious on the bed.

He let out a long breath.

He stared at Zhao Ci, his eyes filled with gravity.

Just a short while ago, he had suffered a major loss at the hands of this young man.

’Such powerful talent.’

’Such bizarre abilities.’

’Why does he have to be burdened with such misplaced compassion?’

Huangfu Song’s gaze darkened. He was already entertaining murderous thoughts, but he didn’t dare act rashly.

He didn’t think Zhao Ci was the Saint Monarch.

But Shuimo might not feel the same.

If he wanted to maintain Shuimo’s support, he had to get evidence.

Stepping over the unconscious Zhang Da Yong, Huangfu Song walked directly to Zhao Ci’s bedside. Although he longed to destroy Zhang Da Yong’s body—the very one that had just brought him shame—it would be pointless.

Now, he was going to invade Zhao Ci’s dreamscape.

He would see in advance what the young man would dream about.

As long as he could confirm that Zhao Ci was dreaming of indecent things, he could kill him immediately.

Doing so would certainly mean being affected by the Paradise Gu.

But he couldn’t wait any longer.

There were too many variables surrounding Zhao Ci, and it made him deeply uneasy.

Taking the Paradise Gu back with him and then extracting the dream’s memories was, of course, the safest method.

But he couldn’t afford a single mishap.

He took a few deep breaths and placed his palm on Zhao Ci’s forehead, between his eyebrows.

He closed his eyes.

His soul began to tremble rhythmically.

Slowly, he could feel the Paradise Gu beginning to vibrate at the same frequency.

This resonance made him feel as if their minds were connected.

The Paradise Gu had already accepted him as its master.

But this was the first time he had resonated his soul with the Paradise Gu.

He, too, was wary of the Joyful Dream. He feared that if he indulged in it, he would be captivated by the scenes where his every wish came true and would never be able to escape.

The soul resonance grew more and more intense.

Huangfu Song’s consciousness began to drift.

In a daze, a rain of blood fell from the sky.

He seemed to see Zhao Huan, kneeling before him, wagging his tail and begging for his life.

And he himself...

...was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe.

...was seated upon the Dragon Throne.

In the grand hall, the once high-spirited, youthful faces had all become much more composed.

His former Mansion Officials, men who should have long been reduced to dry bones, had all grown to become pillars of the state.

’This scene... ’

’How one longs for it!’

But alas...

’It’s all a dream!’

Huangfu Song bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. The hazy Illusion Realm quietly dissipated. The wise ministers vanished, the Dragon Throne disappeared, and the groveling Zhao Huan was gone.

Only he remained, the first signs of old age upon him, standing alone in the chaos.

He let out a soft breath. Although he felt a pang of loss and disappointment, at least he hadn’t fallen into the Joyful Dream.

Looking ahead, he saw a crack in the chaos, about the height of a man.

Light and shadow flickered within the crack, as if someone was inside.

"That must be Zhao Ci’s dreamscape!"

"I’ll go take a look!"

"I must see what he’s doing in there!"

...

"Sir! You’ve got a great eye. Of all the technicians in the shop, I’m the best at cupping."

Zhu Li held a glass jar in her left hand, and a flame shot out from the palm of her right.

She heated the inside of the jar for a moment, then prepared to place it on Zhao Ci’s back.

"Stop!"

Zhao Ci had been in a daze, not expecting this... legitimate service to begin so suddenly.

’This can’t be happening!’

He quickly reached out and stopped her.

Zhu Li paused. "You don’t want cupping, Sir?"

Zhao Ci shook his head. "I don’t want it on my back!"

"Oh..."

Zhu Li’s face lit up with understanding. "Then turn over, Sir!"

"Alright."

Zhao Ci groggily turned over.

Zhu Li straddled his waist directly. Her pretty face was flushed, somehow managing to look both bold and shy at the same time.

As she adjusted her position, she said with a laugh, "You’re in great shape, Sir. You’ve even got a wasp waist. It’s just... I’m not sure how to sit. Let me find a stable spot first!"

And so, she began to wiggle around, trying to get settled.

After a moment, she finally settled in place and said with a look of surprise, "Huh? I was sitting right here a second ago. How come I wasn’t stuck then?"

Zhao Ci: "..."

Zhu Li took out the cupping jar again. "Sir, I’m going to start!"

Zhao Ci was getting frustrated. "Don’t you have any... *improper* services?"

Zhu Li quickly tossed the jar aside. "Well, yes, I do!"

With that, she slowly began to lift her top.

Zhao Ci: "..."

’Wrong!’

’This is wrong!’

He abruptly sat up and lifted Zhu Li off him as if she were a teapot.