"He claims that Shantong City's accounts are empty and he worries endlessly about border defense, but it seems he has quite the personal fortune..."
Lu Ying was montarily stunned, only realizing the suspicious point when Chen Yi laid it out for her.
Detecting obvious flaws isn't difficult, but uncovering subtle details, while piecing them together with the current scene to expose the inconsistency, is deceptively challenging.
She couldn't help but quietly marvel. When she turned to look at Chen Yi, her gaze carried a hint of change.
Lu Ying's mind suddenly entertained a peculiar thought,
Both surnad Chen—if Ruo Shu had a mind as sharp as his, he wouldn't be struggling with his wit right now.
There were faint footsteps from outside.
Just as Lu Ying was lost in thought, Chen Yi suddenly grabbed her small hand.
Her hand fell into the wide, firm palm of the man. Shocked, Lu Ying turned to see Chen Yi gesturing toward the outside.
Lu Ying barely cald herself down when she heard a voice from outside:
"Young Master Long, this humble girl has been sent to serve you—would you kindly open the door?"
The voice was languid and enticing, soft enough to make one's bones lt.
"Just a mont."
After saying this, Chen Yi turned to Lu Ying and said:
"The person outside is likely the oiran sent by Lifeng Pavilion—a kind of assassin who's undoubtedly skilled in Charming Technique and Illusion Technique."
"And grabbing my hand... What does that have to do with anything?" Lu Ying's face flushed faintly.
Chen Yi replied rapidly, "Pretend to be my married partner for a bit so she has no opportunity to act."
He could certainly wait for the oiran to co in before resorting to secret transmission; however, while transmitting voices secretly masks sounds, it doesn't conceal mouth movents. Without prior coordination, Lu Ying might not cooperate.
The timing wasn't ideal yet, and lacking familiarity with Lifeng Pavilion's arrangents, it wasn't ti to turn hostile. Besides, Chen Yi wanted to use this opportunity to test the waters, so he wouldn't refuse the oiran's entry.
"Makes sense; who brings their wife to indulge in such places anyway?" Lu Ying grasped the reasoning, feeling embarrassed, and added softly, "Just this once."
Chen Yi responded, "The door isn't locked—please, co in."
The door opened, releasing a faint floral fragrance that tantalized the senses. The woman who entered was stunningly beautiful, her moves graceful and alluring. As she stepped forward, she brought a brilliance to the room that seed to brighten the entire space.
Yin Weiyin turned her face, only to see Chen Yi holding Lu Ying's hand. Her expression froze imdiately.
Chen Yi noticed her gaze linger for a mont.
Clearly, she hadn't anticipated that his "wife" would also be present.
"May I ask for the lady's na?" Seizing the mont, Chen Yi wore a smile and lifted Lu Ying's hand. "This is my spouse—her surna is Lu."
Yin Weiyin stood frozen for a brief mont, her mind montarily blank.
Spouse? Spouse?!
Your freshly attracted 'Immortal' is your wife...
If she's your wife, then what am I?
"Your spouse, hmm?"
Though she was aware of her role as the seductress 'Butterfly,' Yin Weiyin still gritted her teeth uttering these words. She clenched her fists briefly, then relaxed:
"This insignificant one bears the trivial na 'Die'—others call Miss Die... Madam truly possesses unparalleled beauty."
Yin Weiyin discreetly admired her composure—it stopped her from losing her cool on the spot. Instead, she reacted smoothly and concealed her montary lapse behind an accommodating smile.
This bought her more ti to probe into these two deceitful individuals.
"You're too kind, you're too kind."
Chen Yi observed the oiran's slight lull in reaction and knew that his plan was working.
To make the act even more convincing, he lightly pinched Lu Ying's palm.
Lu Ying caught on, swallowed her embarrassnt, and mimicked the manner of a dutiful wife. "I accompanied my husband to the banquet and haven't seen much of the world. After hearing Miss Die's words of praise, I feel quite unworthy in comparison."
To think you could even compare yourself to !
Watching Lu Ying remain submissively hand-in-hand with Chen Yi, a blaze of fury ignited within Yin Weiyin. Nonetheless, she restrained her expression and expertly used her refined Illusion Technique to mask the turmoil. Keeping a neutral face, she pulled out a chair and sat down.
Yin Weiyin glanced again at Chen Yi and Lu Ying, especially Lu Ying, who was shalessly seated there in her Yin Sword Mountain Daoist robe. Did she have no idea that disciples of Yin Sword Mountain would be expelled from the sect for seeking romantic partners?!
It's one thing if you were Sword Armor—they might turn a blind eye. But you're just a disciple, and to make matters worse... you're stealing your master's man! A man who belongs to , the Taichua Goddess!
Seeing Miss Die remain silent, seemingly overwheld by shock, Lu Ying quietly felt that Chen Yi's strategy had worked. This woman was rendered speechless, making any attempt at Charming Technique futile.
After a long mont, Yin Weiyin finally cald her tumultuous emotions, took a deep breath, unclenched her fists, and spoke warmly: "Would Madam mind stepping out for a mont? I have sothing I'd like to discuss with the Young Master."
This ti, Lu Ying didn't even wait for Chen Yi's cue.
She saw through the intent—the woman was trying to isolate Chen Yi, presumably to exert her Charming Technique and lure him into bed!
Lu Ying silently resolved, "I can't let Chen Yi fall for this!" Then she replied gently, "My husband and I are newlyweds; we wouldn't dream of being apart for even a mont. Anything you wish to discuss can be said here."
Newlyweds, huh?
Yin Weiyin's fiery irritation was about to burst forth.
She initially only intended to pose as the seductive Butterfly to test whether Chen Yi would take the bait—did he care about her or not? But now, she was determined to see how long the charade of marital bliss would last!
Yin Weiyin turned her head toward Chen Yi and asked, "Young Master, what do you think of that?"
Without resorting to Heavenly Eye, Chen Yi truly couldn't discern much from her deanor,
He knew he had to play his role to perfection, acting attentively and preventing the oiran from seizing the opportunity to invoke her Charming Technique. Half a year without intimacy—if asked whether he could resist temptation, even he wasn't entirely sure.
And so, Chen Yi rely smiled and responded, "I'll follow my wife's wishes."
Yin Weiyin gritted her teeth, masking her anger with a faint smile as she said, "I didn't expect the Young Master to be so afraid of his wife."
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