All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 504 504: Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-nine_2

Dan Wulan's cheeks glistened with sweat, wetting the Peach Blossom Rouge.
It was the finest rouge made from peach blossoms in Tao City, strands of its fragrance drifting throughout the room, ethereal and entrancing, captivating the heart.
Dan Wulan's white hair was a bit disheveled upon the pillow, her face flushed, her body weakly sprawled atop the bedding.
The bellyband had fallen to the floor, next to which lay a pair of white silk stockings.
Perhaps drained of strength, she wrapped her arms around Su Bei's neck and mumbled, "Husband... so fragrant."
"Mmm, Lan Bao'er is the most fragrant."
"Mmm..." Dan Wulan murmured softly.
A beat of silence followed.
"ACHOO—"
An irrepressible sneeze suddenly woke the slumbering room.
Su Bei was speechless.
Dan Wulan stared, stunned.
Ji Nanjue looked flustered.
The room fell silent.
Su Bei felt a bit awkward, scratching his head. He subconsciously looked out at the moonlight and began to recite in all seriousness, "How fragrant, peach blossoms blooming, bright and splendid..."
"Hm?"
Dan Wulan's eyebrows formed a shallow furrow, casting a puzzled glance at him.
Then her gaze pierced through the shadows to see Ji Nanjue, who had her eyes shut tight but her lashes still fluttering, feigning sleep in the corner.
In an instant, shock and embarrassment filled Dan Wulan's eyes; she was clearly startled. As she looked at everything before her and then down at her own nakedness, she felt utterly helpless and ashamed. Biting her lower lip tightly, she wanted to say something, but...
"You... I..."
Ji Nanjue, seeing that things had been exposed, clutched the brocade quilt around her, her breathing quick and panicked as she looked at Dan Wulan.
"Did you... see everything just now?"
Dan Wulan's mind was in turmoil; she hurriedly picked up her clothes from the floor and began to dress.
She had come in the middle of the night, unable to resist seeing Su Bei, but had she really stumbled upon this scene?
"You... why didn't you leave? You've been watching this whole time!"
The color on Dan Wulan's face changed as she glanced again at the innocent-looking Su Bei and then at Ji Nanjue, who was also covering her face, unable to show herself.
"Me leave?" Ji Nanjue was initially filled with shame and indignation. After all, she had witnessed quite the drama. Not only was her body's reaction hard to bear, but now she was being accused? Wasn't I here first? "What's wrong with me watching?"
"Besides, I was the first one here, sister."
"And who was the one yelling 'good brother, Lan is so ****' just now?"
Dan Wulan clenched her teeth tightly; all her embarrassing moments had been seen by this woman before her. Despite being unwilling and defiant, what could she do?
But now the problem was the loss of face. Annoyed by her questioning, her temper flared. Since all her embarrassing moments had been witnessed, she figured she might as well go all out, tossing her clothes to the ground. With hands on her hips, her tone became aggressive, "You shameless woman! You clearly said no one should come tonight."
"I never agreed to that, so what if I came?"
"Aren't you calling out? Or are you just like a block of wood?"
"And what is that thing behind you?"
Anger filled Ji Nanjue's eyes. So, it's all my fault then?
But hearing about that thing behind her, her face turned crimson with embarrassment, and she snatched it up, stuffing it into her storage ring in a flash.
After the initial panic, Ji Nanjue's thoughts gradually regained composure.
Her phoenix eyes fixed on Dan Wulan, she spoke in a cold voice, "Su Bei is my husband. Do I need your permission to seek out my husband at midnight?"
"What? So you're allowed to light a lamp, but I can't start a fire?"
"What kind of logic is that?"
Su Bei looked on with a bizarre expression. What was this about lighting lamps and setting fires...
"Heh—"
Dan Wulan turned her head aside, her gaze fixated on Su Bei, her breathing uneven. Then she turned back towards Ji Nanjue and finally spoke coldly, "This can't go on forever. There must be a resolution between us today."
It seemed that because of their frankness with each other, Dan Wulan's words were spoken with much more confidence.
"Settle things?"
"Little sister, no matter how you look at it, don't you think I'm more suited to be the 'older sister' here? Both in terms of cultivation and age?" Ji Nanjue retorted.
"..."
The voice was somewhat loud, penetrating through the walls.
The moon was directly overhead, the night sky like a blanket, studded with stars.
The scent of agarwood curled upward, casting shadows on the painted screen.
Dan Wulan and Ji Nanjue sat opposite each other. The room was only furnished with a low table; both lowered their brows, their long eyelashes moving slowly with their fingers.
Garments and skirts lay scattered in disarray across every corner of the room, but it was clear that neither of the two women was concerned about her current state of dress.
"That..." Su Bei cleared his throat softly.
"Shut up!"
Two voices came simultaneously, and then Su Bei involuntarily lowered his head under their gazes, silently looking down at his knees.
"As a woman by her husband's side, is it really only age and cultivation that determine one's status in his heart?"
"Is it not one's feelings for him?" Dan Wulan played with her fingers, lifting her head to gaze directly at Ji Nanjue.
Ji Nanjue's lips curved into a light smile, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at her casually. Her index finger lightly tapped the low table. TAP. TAP. TAP.
"Feelings? Tell me, how do you see it?"
Dan Wulan's eyes lifted slightly. With a graceful hand, she picked up the wine jug that Su Bei had placed on the table, poured three bowls, and then retracted her hands onto her lap before speaking faintly, "Do you know my husband's birthday? Do you know his preferences?"
"What does he like most, and what does he hate the most?"
"Do you understand his character?"
Having stayed in the Sword Sect for hundreds of years and following Su Bei, Dan Wulan naturally knew all of his preferences. She did not believe that the woman before her, who had only been by his side for a mere few months, could know him more intimately than she did.
Ji Nanjue's phoenix eyes fluttered. She then lifted one of the bowls of liquor from the table and, provocatively, downed it in one gulp. "His favorite dish is Eastern Country's soy-braised beef."
"He's skilled in brewing wine yet seldom drinks it; proficient in Swordsmanship, yet dislikes practicing the sword."
"He has never been particularly interested in anything, but neither has he particularly despised anything."
"He treats everyone around him gently. However, when it comes to matters of principle, his stance is exceptionally firm. He always says not to invite trouble, but when faced with a situation that needs help, he always retains a bit of quiet righteousness in his heart."
"..."
Dan Wulan listened, slightly taken aback, and did not reply.
What Ji Nanjue had enumerated were things she had apparently never paid attention to.
In her memory, Su Bei was very fond of practicing swordsmanship, having spent hundreds of years doing so at No-Sword Peak, treating the Sword Scripture with an affection akin to that for a child.
He indeed always wore a smile, but his gentleness was reserved only for those close to him; seldom had she seen him perform any righteous acts.
However, in recent decades, Su Bei had indeed changed somewhat. The Su Bei Ji Nanjue spoke of was precisely the Su Bei of these recent years.
"What, no reply?" Ji Nanjue glanced at Dan Wulan, placing the wine bowl down.
Dan Wulan looked at the wine in her bowl, picked it up, and likewise drained it in one sip.
"Senior Brother is not merely as you describe him..."
「The night deepened!」
Li Zijun tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She eventually got out of bed and silently gazed at the moon in the sky.
We are almost at South City...
It seemed that the closer she got to South City, the more anxious Li Zijun's heart became.
With the day of the Buckle Immortal Gate drawing nearer, so too did the day she would see Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li once again.
What kind of expression should she wear when she sees them again?
It seemed that the closer she got to South City, the more anxious Li Zijun's heart became.
With the day of the Buckle Immortal Gate drawing nearer, so too did the day she would see Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li once again.
What kind of expression should she wear when she sees them again?
It seemed that the closer she got to South City, the more anxious Li Zijun's heart became.
With the day of the Buckle Immortal Gate drawing nearer, so too did the day she would see Xiao Ruoching and Mo Li once again.
What kind of expression should she wear when she sees them again?