Chapter 29: The Goddess's Crisis Peaks—Her Foster Mother and Martial Aunt Interested in the Villain?
Han Jin Xiu fell into complete silence.
She knew exactly what she needed to do—after all, she had made others do the same many times before.
But now, everything had turned on her.
Was this karma?
The brief silence lasted only a few seconds.
"Woof~!"
The Princess let out a humiliating bark.
Thus began the shameful partnership—with the once-proud princess reduced to imitating a dog.
At that moment, she felt something deep inside her shatter once again.
After making the sound, she looked at the young man in front of her, who wore a faint smile, and her heart trembled.
For reasons she could not explain, an unfamiliar emotion began to sprout within her.
At the very least, the boy she had been so wary of just moments ago now felt strangely... close.
Han Jin Xiu watched the young man remain calm and composed rather than reveling in excitement. Her perception of him started to shift.
He was completely different from the cowardly prince who could only grovel at her feet, licking her high heels and begging for her forgiveness.
This boy had an overwhelming masculinity that was impossible to see through.
Unbeknownst to her, her high heels slipped off. Never had she imagined that tonight's meeting would unfold this way.
Yet, there was no turning back now.
Meanwhile—
Inside the bridal chamber, Ye Xueyi's figure quietly appeared.
The moment she entered, she warily scanned the surroundings.
Once she was certain there was no threat, she let out a sigh of relief.
The reason for her presence was simple—she feared Su Qing might repeat his past tricks.
She had no choice.
Prince Qi's wedding, and somehow, he just 'happened' to be here?
Having experienced similar situations before, she was determined to strengthen security and protect her senior!
At this moment, the bride's red veil had already been lifted.
During the wedding ceremony, everyone assumed she was a seductive beauty.
But in reality, beneath the veil was a woman with a gentle and elegant countenance.
She radiated the grace of a virtuous wife, her breathtaking features exuding warmth and kindness.
Her figure remained concealed beneath the crimson wedding dress, yet the fullness of her curves and the alluring contours of her body were undeniable.
She gazed at Ye Xueyi with a mixture of curiosity and sentiment.
After just three years, she had blossomed into a fine young woman.
Time truly flew by.
"Martial Aunt!"
After confirming that all was safe, Ye Xueyi respectfully addressed the bride.
"Xiao Xue, don't call me that. I am no longer a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect."
Yun Rong gently shook her head, her voice soft and warm.
"I have never forgotten your kindness, Martial Aunt."
"Once my martial aunt, forever my martial aunt!"
Ye Xueyi shook her head before plunging into Yun Rong's ample embrace.
At this moment, the cold and ruthless goddess momentarily shed her icy exterior, revealing the demeanor of a young girl.
She nuzzled against that warm, soft chest, rubbing her face against it, savoring a feeling she had long been deprived of.
Pure indulgence.
"You..."
Yun Rong sighed helplessly, a tender smile gracing her delicate features.
She gently patted Ye Xueyi's back, basking in the warmth of the moment.
Their natural closeness hardly resembled the relationship of a martial aunt and her disciple.
In truth, their bond was far closer to that of mother and daughter.
Yun Rong's true identity was anything but that of a mere concubine.
She was a former disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect—once the junior sister of its leader.
More importantly, she had raised Ye Xueyi since childhood, becoming a cherished maternal figure to her.
Not mother and daughter by blood, but closer than any family bond.
After sharing a moment of warmth, their conversation turned to catching up on recent events.
"Martial Aunt, why did you suddenly come to the capital? This place isn't safe."
Ye Xueyi's voice carried a trace of concern that she couldn't hide.
Considering Yun Rong's current identity… 'sigh.'
Whenever she thought about it, the image of that mischievous young man flashed in her mind.
"I will be careful."
Yun Rong's voice was tranquil, as if to reassure her, gently patting her back once more.
It was clear she had no intention of explaining her mission.
"Mm. If you need anything, please let me help."
Ye Xueyi tactfully refrained from prying further, her tone filled with obedience.
They continued chatting for a while longer, erasing any lingering distance from their years apart.
Then—
"The capital… the Empress has a close confidant named Su Qing, doesn't she?"
"The rumors say he is the one closest to the Empress."
Yun Rong asked casually, as though it was a passing thought.
"That's true."
Ye Xueyi hesitated for a moment before nodding.
In the capital, avoiding his name was almost impossible.
Anyone who knew of the Empress would undoubtedly know about her most favored courtier.
"If that's the case, then he must be an extremely important figure."
Yun Rong's gaze flickered with a thoughtful glint.
There was a trace of solemnity in her eyes—she was clearly interested.
"Martial Aunt, why are you asking about him?"
Ye Xueyi, who had initially thought it was just casual curiosity, suddenly tensed.
Her eyes locked onto Yun Rong like a hawk, as if she had caught a crucial detail.
If her aunt's mission had anything to do with him… that would be disastrous.
"What's wrong, Xiao Xue? Why are you so tense?"
Yun Rong noticed her unusual reaction and raised an eyebrow.
"Martial Aunt, don't try to approach him. That man will devour you whole!"
"If you go near him, you will suffer terribly. Stay far away from him!"
"If you 'must' deal with him, leave it to me!"
Ye Xueyi's voice carried unmistakable urgency.
This was the warning of someone who had learned from bitter experience.
She had personally fallen victim to his schemes, and there was no undoing it.
"Xiao Xue, did you suffer at his hands?"
Yun Rong asked in surprise.
From what she knew, very few people had ever been able to take advantage of her proud and formidable niece.
"Yes... which is why I know how to handle him. Let me take care of it."
Ye Xueyi hesitated before nodding.
As she spoke, memories flooded back—memories she wished she could erase.
The times she had been pinned beneath him… or pinned 'on top' of him.
Those shameful memories—could they really count as "experience" in dealing with him?
She refused to dwell on them.
"I understand, Xiao Xue."
Yun Rong's gentle nod signified her agreement.
Ye Xueyi exhaled in relief.
This should at least keep her aunt safe from him… right?
What Ye Xueyi didn't see was the peculiar glint in Yun Rong's eyes.
Some things weren't about 'wanting' to get involved.
They were about 'having' to.
If Xiao Xue had suffered such a loss… then how could she, as her elder, allow that to happen again?
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