Chapter 93: This Is My Beloved, You Have Humiliated Her Too Much (3)
Meanwhile, Su Qing sat atop a high building, gazing at the distant scenery, his eyes burning with thought.
He occasionally glanced at his hands, reminiscing about the sensation from earlier.
It wasn't that he was enamored with her body… he was analyzing her technique.
He had indeed felt her skin, but in reality, he had likely grasped nothing but air.
Yet, both he and the protagonist watching from the shadows must have seen the same scene—him taking full advantage.
This was precisely the trick that allowed the divine heroine to flawlessly portray the protagonist's sister-in-law in the game!
Of course, it was also the key to maintaining her chastity despite being captured by the villain.
Although she had undergone numerous tribulations, she remained untainted.
The fleeting illusion that manipulated sensory perception was truly remarkable!
The divine power infused with Dao essence was indeed extraordinary, reaching near-perfect realism.
If not observed closely, even a sharp perception wouldn't detect the slightest discrepancy.
But then again, in such a moment, who would have time to think about minor inconsistencies?
Nong Ying's facial expressions were executed flawlessly.
Even without actual contact, she could immediately display reactions as if she had been touched, making the deception utterly convincing.
With the right expressions and perfectly timed pleas, who would ever doubt it?
The combination of illusion and acting could deceive anyone.
This reminded Su Qing of the witch.
Compared to Nong Ying, that witch's skills were utterly lacking.
Not to mention this illusionary technique—even the subtle changes in expression were beyond the witch's grasp.
He should really summon Long Ye here to take some lessons and improve her craft.
The thought of a witch learning from a divine maiden was almost absurd.
But now was not the time to admire his enemy's skill.
The stronger the opponent, the greater the trouble they posed.
Fortunately, Nong Ying's strength lay in deception, and Su Qing had already seen through it.
Though she had impressive techniques, in the end, she was merely a projection—her actual capabilities were limited.
Dealing with her wouldn't be impossible; he just needed to wait for the right moment to expose her true nature.
For now, she believed she remained undetected and was obediently waiting in her cell. What was the rush?
The priority was clearing the field of distractions before handling the divine maiden's clone.
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Prince Qi's Residence.
After leaving that painful scene, Tang Xuan stealthily infiltrated this place.
He wasn't here for petty theft but to 'quietly visit' a potential ally.
According to the guidance left by the Heavenly Dao Lord, he was to make contact with the true power behind the Qi Prince's Residence.
Alone in the capital, he was weak and isolated. A single additional ally could mean the difference between success and failure.
For the sake of revenge and rescuing his sister-in-law, cooperation was necessary!
But his prospective partner was beyond his expectations.
A stunningly noble woman, draped in mink fur, exuded an aura of supreme elegance.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face carried a haughty, self-assured smile, her gaze ever-appraising.
Her perfectly proportioned figure was accentuated by a tailored dress that highlighted every curve, making her irresistibly alluring.
Her long, crossed legs were wrapped in black fishnet stockings, paired with sharp high heels.
From her attire to her demeanor, every aspect radiated an overwhelming sense of dominance and nobility.
Even someone as confident as Tang Xuan felt suppressed before her presence.
Even… an involuntary sense of submission crept into his heart.
The atmosphere between them became utterly still upon meeting.
Before arriving, Tang Xuan had believed that his eloquence would win him this woman's full support.
But standing before her, he found himself too tense to speak.
The regal woman seemed disinterested, lazily sipping tea without even glancing at him.
"Greetings, Princess Consort. I am Tang Xuan, and I…"
Before he could finish, he was coldly interrupted.
"There are too many eyes here. Skip the nonsense. Get to the point."
Han Jin Xiu's tone carried unmistakable impatience.
Though cut off mid-sentence, Tang Xuan showed no sign of anger.
He hurriedly recounted the events of the day, his voice filled with grief and indignation.
"For the Heavenly Dao Lord's sake, I'll give you a chance for revenge tomorrow."
"For now, stay hidden. If you're discovered, I won't be saving you."
"I'll have someone prepare a room for you. Get some rest."
Han Jin Xiu's voice remained calm as she finished speaking.
The only reason she had bothered listening at all was that this matter involved that little thief.
She paid close attention to anything concerning him.
Of course, her goal was to find his weaknesses—to ultimately turn the tables on him!
She was absolutely certain that one day, that scoundrel would regret ever crossing her!
"…I understand. Thank you, Princess Consort."
Hearing the tone of charity in her voice, Tang Xuan showed no anger, only submission.
Ordinarily, he took pride in displaying his confident, unyielding nature.
But before a true queen, he could only bow his head, devoid of defiance.
Han Jin Xiu said nothing more, ignoring Tang Xuan as she pondered her plans regarding that little thief.
A maid approached, expressionless, and led him to an empty chamber.
Tang Xuan lay down on the slightly chilled bed, closing his eyes.
The day's events replayed in his mind.
As he thought of Su Qing, his hand clenched involuntarily, his heart burning with hatred.
Thinking about the princess consort, Tang Xuan suddenly realized how terribly he had performed today.
He did not come across as someone seeking an alliance but rather as a beggar asking for charity.
Sitting up in his simple room, he was filled with frustration. Back in his sect, no one had ever dared to treat him like this!
If Han Jin Xiu had been a man, he would have considered this humiliation worthy of bloodshed.
After all, Tang Xuan could not tolerate being insulted—whoever disgraced him had to pay the price!
But since she was a stunningly beautiful queen, there was no need for bloodshed.
Deep in his heart, an ambition quietly took root.
He wanted her to acknowledge him, to recognize his excellence!