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The more her gaze blurred, the clearer his eyes became. If she weren't drunk, she would surely see the calculating glimmer within them.
"Madam, do you plan to stay here indefinitely?"
Liu Xueqing shook her head vigorously. "How could that be? I plan to run away before the old leader emerges from his retreat." As she spoke, she swung her head back and forth, nearly losing her balance.
Feng Changqing wore an expression of someone who had already anticipated this. He continued, "But what about Leader Liu? Without your inside help, capturing this place would be quite difficult..."
"That's his problem; I can't concern myself with it." She thought it was only fitting to give him a map of the demonic sect's terrain before leaving, considering it her filial duty.
Liu Xueqing waved her arms dismissively.
"Actually, staying here isn't so bad. Although the leader... is indeed older than you." His words carried a double meaning, but she failed to catch on.
Liu Xueqing rested her head on the stone table and waved her hand with a silly grin. "You don't think everyone here is a fool, do you? Do they really believe my few tears earned me their sympathy? There are two reasons they haven't killed me! First, I'm the highest authority while the leader is in seclusion; no one can judge me. Second..."
She smiled mysteriously, lifted her head, and beckoned him with a finger. "You don't know, do you? The Elders of the demonic sect are all my father's people! With them protecting me, no one dares to touch me for now!"
Feng Changqing squinted his eyes into slits but showed no surprise. "In that case, wouldn't it be even harder for you to leave? Our sect certainly won't let you go easily, and the Elders, acting on Leader Liu's orders, won't allow you to leave without difficulty."
Liu Xueqing shook her finger nonchalantly. "I’ve been prepared for this." She extended her finger and began to draw lazy circles in the air.
This time, Feng Changqing could no longer remain calm. "What preparations?"
Liu Xueqing glanced around, then cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered conspiratorially, "Digging a tunnel! Right in my room!"
Feng Changqing stared at her in surprise, his mouth agape. After a moment, he nodded and sighed, thinking to himself that he should have gotten her drunk earlier.
As he pondered, he quickly poured her another glass.
Liu Xueqing looked up at him through her drunken haze, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she met his increasingly charming gaze. Instead of taking the cup, she grasped his hand and lamented, "Why do you have to be a male consort? If you weren't a male consort, it would be so much better. I wouldn't have to worry about that ungrateful Leng Xun. Why do you have to be a male consort? Why?"
She held onto Feng Changqing's hand tightly, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Feng Changqing's lips twitched slightly as he recalled something about Leng Xun. "Madam said that night she wished for the Demon Sect to unify the martial world. Was it related to Leng Xun?"
Liu Xueqing buried her face in her hands. "Don't bring up old wounds!" She curled up, hugging her head.
Feng Changqing understood; if he remembered correctly, during the chaotic battle, Leng Xun had been injured while protecting a woman in yellow. The look in his eyes and the tension he displayed were clearly signs of affection.
In other words, Madam Leader had been affected.
"They've hurt Madam's heart. Why not take advantage of the current situation where the Demon Sect holds power to break them apart?" Feng Changqing suggested, closely watching her reaction.
Liu Xueqing scoffed disdainfully. "That would be too easy on them. I want to watch them in their love and affection, see them get married, argue, take concubines, feel jealous, and then let chaos ensue—fire in the backyard, dogs and chickens in disarray, wives and concubines fighting until they have no descendants!"
She glared fiercely ahead as if that pair of lovebirds was right before her eyes.
"How... ruthless!" This was the greatest shock to Feng Changqing in his life, leaving the usually calm gentleman trembling and spilling his drink.
After digesting this for a while, he finally sighed at her sleeping face, "You were born to walk the path of temptation; how could I bear to let you go?"
There’s a saying about speaking out of turn after drinking, and another about losing oneself.
Which category does Liu Xueqing belong to?
She fancied herself in the latter.
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