Of course, go back and serve me~♡

“Master was wrong—don’t…!”

Even in her guilt, as Chen Xueli’s hand neared forbidden territory, Su Wanqing grabbed her wrist.

“Hmph—”

“Where did Master go wrong?”

“Master was just lonely; your disciple is merely helping relieve your troubles.”

Chen X (‘Xueli’) wouldn’t act here—she only meant to scare her.

But punishment was inevitable, even outside.

“I said, stop.”

“What did Master call me?”

Jealousy flared; Chen Xueli, usually indifferent to titles, now corrected sensitively.

She gazed into Su Wanqing’s autumn-water azure eyes, intent clear.

“Disciple…”

Facing that gaze, Su Wanqing averted her eyes—cold exterior, soft heart; she couldn’t bear it.

She wanted to refuse, give no opening, but softened.

She knew what Chen Xueli wanted, but couldn’t say it.

This rebel grew bolder, greedier.

“You know that’s not what I want to hear.”

Seizing the chance, Chen Xueli softened.

She caressed her beauty’s face, savoring untouchable sensations.

Su Wanqing yielded to softness, not force—but force had limits.

Beyond them, even she surrendered.

Not the time to escalate; Chen Xueli eased mainly for that.

But she wouldn’t let her jealousy-triggering “good master” off.

She had a plan—to make Master cling like a bird.

Imagining Su Wanqing’s dependence, the “obedient disciple” couldn’t suppress her grin.

“Li’er…”

Seeing the smile, Su Wanqing knew no good was brewing.

Hesitation gone, she called intimately.

She knew Chen Xueli wanted more, but this was her limit.

Call her something for dao companions? She’d jump from the brothel first!

Not calling her “rebel” was already generous.

“Fine.”

Chen Xueli knew not to push—rushing backfired.

No more pressing.

“Since Master admits fault, explain why you’re here?”

“Okay…”

Relieved, Su Wanqing explained hastily.

She cared not for exposure—terrified of this rebel.

In a quarter-incense time, she’d regret lowering her guard.

“So, for money, you risked the wolf’s den to investigate?”

Hearing it, Chen Xueli understood why Master braved danger.

Red Embroidery’s offer tempted even major sect elders.

Su Wanqing had only sect stipend—no other income.

Cultivation burned spirit stones.

Even helping Chen Xueli from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment cost fortunes.

Her coffers were likely empty, or she wouldn’t risk this.

“Mm, secret mission—alone, no one to ask.”

She hid Red Embroidery’s recruitment.

She wasn’t broke enough to descend normally.

All Heavenly Dao’s manipulation.

If she refused, it’d force her anyway.

Better comply—fix plot, earn extra.

Unbeknownst, hiding this sparked Chen Xueli’s resolve to earn big and support Master.

In her eyes, Master bankrupted supporting two—now risking for cash.

Future dangerous missions? Crisis surged.

“Did Master forget your disciple?”

“Wanting to investigate, why not contact me here?”

“Do you hate me that much?”

“No, I… I…”

Stumped—Su Wanqing hadn’t considered it.

As transmigrator, she was just going through motions—no real intent.

Without Red Embroidery suspicion, she’d have slain the fox already.

Surprisingly, Chen Xueli didn’t press, shifting topics.

“Fine, no more difficulty.”

“Let’s talk something else?”

“Hm? What?”

Relieved—explanations would fail, possibly angering her into torment.

“Heh~”

Chen Xueli smirked wickedly.

“How about we tally how many cups those vixens fed you?”

“?”

Su Wanqing thought she misheard.

Before reacting, Chen Xueli popped a pill in her mouth.

“Mmph!”

Instinct to spit—but it melted instantly!

Intense dread surged.

No need to guess—not good; likely that day’s poison.

“You…”

Shocked by the shift—from concern to accusation in one sentence.

Careless—forgot this rebel was the future world-wrecking villainess!

She should’ve known that fury wouldn’t let her off easy.

“Haa… haa—”

The dreaded sensation rose.

Indeed, the poison!

As effects emerged, Chen Xueli brazenly demanded “compensation”—opportunistic escalation.

“Master, I counted—five cups from those vixens.”

“No hardship: after investigating, return to the inn with me.”

“Then actively kiss me once, call me ‘dear’ twice—for the antidote.”

“How?”

Not excessive on title—rushing backfired.

Start with Li’er, then dear.

Gradually raise stakes until “disciple” vanished from habit.

“Return to the inn?”

Effects intensified; Su Wanqing recognized them.

Disheveled but holding composure.

“What do you want, rebel?”

“Need your disciple explain?”

Seeing feigned ignorance, Chen Xueli whispered in her ear.

Seemingly sweet nothings, but honeyed threats.

“Of course, go back and serve me~♡”

“Unless you want that inhuman pain again, I advise agreeing.”

“Or who knows what happens next.”

“Dream on.”

“Last time you failed; this time, never!”

Seeing the rebel’s schemes, Su Wanqing hardened.

“Utterly rebellious.”

“I thought you weren’t beyond saving.”

She expected a tug-of-war.

But Chen Xueli suddenly relented?

Moments later: not retreat, but feint.

“Is that so? I said no more difficulty.”

“You may leave.”

“I lowered the dose deliberately.”

“With your constitution, no fainting—just endure twelve hours.”

“Farewell; your disciple returns first.”

She turned to leave. Su Wanqing yielded to softness but cared for reputation and feared the drug.

“Wait!”

“Come… back!”

Twelve hours terrified her.

Dose milder—no collapse.

Endurable, but twelve hours?

Purity preserved, sanity shattered.

“…”

Chen Xueli ignored, striding away, abandoning her.

“I… agree to everything!”

As the figure faded, Su Wanqing yielded.

This madwoman—who knew if she’d follow through?

“Heh~”

Hearing surrender, Chen Xueli grinned triumphantly, returning.

She’d predicted refusal—demands weren’t all.

“This… satisfied now?”

Su Wanqing glared resentfully, panting accusingly.

“Satisfied? This is Master’s promised compensation.”

“I made no demands—satisfied with what?”

“You… what do you mean?!”

Seeing the shamelessness, Su Wanqing knew she’d been tricked.

“Master’s recent coldness hurt your disciple deeply.”

“My request is simple.”

“To punish the naughty Master, endure until we leave?”

To make her clingy, Chen Xueli delayed antidote.

To avoid suspicion, Master must stay close—no more flirting inside.

“You…! Insane?”

“In this state inside—afraid my charm exposes?!”

Shocked, Su Wanqing gritted teeth at the recently softened rebel.

Furious but不敢 erupt.

“Forgot what your disciple cultivates?”

“Daring this, I naturally have ways to conceal.”

“Just worry about seeming abnormal.”

To provoke, Chen Xueli whispered seductively:

“But Junior Sister Qiao Jinxuan is with us.”

“If Master doesn’t want exposure, perform well~”

“You…!”

“Then… thank… you…”

Humiliated, Su Wanqing swallowed it.

Unable to rage, she sarcastically thanked for comfort.

Chen Xueli hadn’t lied—effects strong but bearable, no fainting.

“Now—”

Time to return with Master.

But first, redeem the initial condition.

Chen Xueli straightened, caressing Su Wanqing’s burning cheek, smiling expectantly:

“Qing’er, what should you call me?”

Su Wanqing cooperated, calling what the rebel craved.

Deep breath, great resolve.

Head slightly turned, eyes evasive, face leaning into the hand, Love Gu mark crimson max, panting word by word:

“Dear…”