Chapter 142 Everything Falls Naturally into Place

The breath of spring permeated the modest room, and two heavy, ragged gasps hung conspicuously in the air within this secluded courtyard.

Because Zhu Yu had a sudden, inexplicable urge to act out the persona of an overbearing CEO, his entire weight was pressed squarely against Wu Qing’s seemingly fragile frame.

As his hands brushed against the unusual bone structure of Wu Qing's legs—so distinct from ordinary people—Zhu Yu suddenly felt that the saliva in his mouth had lost its savor.

Let it be noted here that Zhu Yu swore he held no bizarre fixation whatsoever regarding Wu Qing's legs; rather, the illustrious reputation of the Four Great Constables merely exerted a temporary suppressive effect on his desires.

Hesitating for two whole seconds, Zhu Yu hardened his heart, took a couple more forceful bites, and prepared to rise.

Yet, never in his wildest dreams did he expect that before he could even push himself up, just as he slightly lifted his head, Wu Qing’s counterattack arrived!

Zhu Yu could testify that two minutes prior, Wu Qing had been an absolute novice. Yet after a mere two minutes of hands-on instruction, the soft flesh within Wu Qing's mouth seemed to have its meridians instantly unblocked. In a flash, it became astonishingly agile, transforming into a hooked barb that reeled Zhu Yu straight back down.

Glancing up at Wu Qing’s already hazy eyes, Zhu Yu barely managed to utter a sound before Wu Qing’s counterattack grew even more ferocious.

At that point, Zhu Yu had no capacity to care about anything else. In this arena, he absolutely had to overpower her. They had only been at it for two minutes, and already she was trying to rebel against her teacher? Zhu Yu would not allow it!

After all, both were accomplished martial artists. It took roughly two or three minutes for Zhu Yu to feel the sensation of suffocation, and it was precisely this asphyxiating feeling that allowed his rationality to reclaim the moral high ground.

Of course, this time the title of the Four Great Constables couldn't suppress him, but someone else certainly could. The mental image of Zhuge Zhengwo dueling An Yunshan played in his mind like a cinematic reel.

Zhu Yu made an honest assessment: in a one-on-one fight, if he could last a quarter of an hour under Zhuge Zhengwo, he would be considered quite formidable among those who had recently stepped into the Grandmaster realm.

Prudently, Zhu Yu removed his hands from resting on the two pillows and braced them against the mattress, preparing to stand up.

While Zhu Yu’s rationality had returned, Wu Qing’s had not. Not only had it not returned, but she had lost her reason completely, as if struck by a cultivation deviation, desperate to release all the pent-up frustration that had startled her awake from her dreams night after night over this past period.

Seeing Zhu Yu attempt to rise, how could Wu Qing—who no longer had any concept of reason—allow it? With a swift embrace of her arms, she pinned Zhu Yu right back to his original spot.

Zhu Yu, whose willpower was already unsteady to begin with, was now utterly doomed. The pillows Wu Qing always kept by her side, though slightly smaller than Wang Yuyan's, were firmer and possessed much more bounce.

As for how he knew? Well, as he was pulled back down, Zhu Yu stumbled and crashed directly against Wu Qing. Thanks to the buffer provided by the pillow between them, not only was there a cushion, but there was also a distinct rebound.

What that bounce struck was not merely Zhu Yu’s chest; it seemed to pierce straight through his chest and bounce right into his heart.

Zhu Yu’s wavering willpower was one thing, but his visit to Wang Yuyan today had been fueled by an inner fire to begin with. The fact that Zhu Yu had managed to suppress this fire earlier felt somewhat miraculous even to himself.

Now, however, he needn't bother saving the trouble. As an emperor, Zhu Yu experienced for the very first time what it felt like to be consumed by the fires of lust.

Having lost all reason and completely discarded any remaining inhibitions, the two soon bared their souls and bodies to one another. Zhu Yu’s imperial robe came off through conditioned reflex, as for the clothes belonging to Wang Yuyan that Wu Qing wore? Zhu Yu accidentally shattered them to pieces once more.

Interestingly, after they had bared themselves to each other, Wu Qing’s hazy eyes briefly regained clarity. But at that moment, how could she possibly be allowed to refuse? Under Zhu Yu’s fierce onslaught, Wu Qing quickly relapsed and fell once more.

Because Wu Qing’s legs were inconvenient, Zhu Yu had to be somewhat accommodating. To phrase it nicely, he took care of her; to put it bluntly, whatever pose Zhu Yu placed her in, that was the pose she maintained.

Here follows another familiar ten thousand words............

Long after, the war had concluded. Left behind were the tragic scars of the battlefield, along with two wounded soldiers who had managed to escape alive, deeply drawing in mouthfuls of fresh air.

After a long while, their breathing gradually grew steady. A cool, crisp voice suddenly echoed in the room. Judging by the voice alone, no one would ever associate it with one of the main combatants of the battle just fought.

"You recognized me. When did you figure it out?"

Wu Qing brought this up out of the blue, catching Zhu Yu somewhat off guard, especially since Wu Qing was still resting in his arms. Even so, Zhu Yu had no choice but to answer her question.

"Ahem, right at the beginning, when I touched your leg. Do you remember?"

Zhu Yu answered with absolute honesty.

"Shameless! Scumbag! Brute of an emperor! Despicable! A wretch led astray by lust..."

Wu Qing’s sudden string of verbal abuse left Zhu Yu completely dumbfounded. Yet she didn't use any genuinely vulgar insults, leaving Zhu Yu’s anger suspended awkwardly in mid-air.

Initially, Zhu Yu thought Wu Qing was filled with regret and was about to patiently offer an explanation, but looking down, he noticed that while Wu Qing was scolding him with great gusto, she showed not the slightest intention of leaving his embrace.

Zhu Yu swore that this time he hadn't tied Wu Qing down; if she wanted to leave, a simple push with her hands would suffice. Yet he found that not only did she not push him away, but as her scolding reached a passionate crescendo, she even actively snuggled closer into his arms.

What on earth was going on here? Even with the life experience of two lifetimes, Zhu Yu could not fathom Wu Qing’s maneuvers.

"Are you out of your mind? Let me confirm: are you Wu Qing? The one from the Four Great Constables? It's been two whole minutes, hasn't it? Your vocabulary is quite rich; you haven't repeated a single phrase yet."

Hearing Zhu Yu’s words, Wu Qing’s face flushed crimson instantly, even more intensely than during the heat of battle. She ceased parading her vocabulary, but still stubbornly defended herself.

"Was what I said wrong? Since you already realized you had the wrong person, why didn't you stop immediately? You did it on purpose."

Hearing Wu Qing say this, Zhu Yu refused to take it lying down. He immediately broke down the sequence of events regarding the first and second times his rationality had returned.

His words left Wu Qing utterly speechless. Zhu Yu stared her down, demanding an admission of guilt, while Wu Qing remained as steadfast as a mountain, absorbing all of Zhu Yu’s gaze without letting a single ripple disturb her composure.

The two stared at each other for a long time. Then, Wu Qing’s eyes turned cold and detached, and her cherry lips parted slightly. Seeing this, Zhu Yu finally relaxed; he knew he had won.

Yet, what he never expected was that while Wu Qing did indeed speak, her words were decidedly not what Zhu Yu wanted to hear.

"Shameless! Scumbag! Brute of an emperor! Despicable! A wretch led astray by lust..."

"You... you... alright, I admit I was wrong, okay? Stop reciting that! Are you chanting a spell? Let's talk reasonably."

Following Zhu Yu’s concession, he witnessed Wu Qing smile for the very first time. I must say, the sight of Wu Qing smiling possessed a unique and captivating charm, quite distinct from Wang Yuyan. One could even argue that when Wu Qing smiled, she carried an even more intoxicating flavor than Wang Yuyan.