Chapter 10: The Long-Awaited Revenge

As he spoke, he came to the bedside and sat down, only to be startled to find Song Qingshu also following behind. His face turned somewhat displeased as he said, "What are you doing here? Your bed is over there."

Song Qingshu's face wore a somewhat strange smile as he sat down by the bed and said, "I want to sleep in this bed."

Zhou Zhiruo felt a thin wave of anger in her heart, but considering his already pitiful state, she stood up and said, "Then I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, no, I want to sleep with you," Song Qingshu said with an even broader smile.

"You!" Zhou Zhiruo thought he must have lost his mind, raised her hand to slap him, but suddenly everything went dark.

"Dear, how does the taste of the Ten Fragrant Soft Bone Powder feel?"

Zhou Zhiruo recalled the cup of tea he had just handed her and was startled, softly rebuking, "Song Qingshu, have you gone mad?"

"Am I mad?" Song Qingshu laughed strangely, "I am indeed mad, but I still pretended to know nothing."

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, "You know everything? Impossible, you weren't..."

"Weren't I paralyzed?" Song Qingshu stroked her smooth cheek and said calmly, "Fortunately, heaven had eyes, and I woke up by chance. Later, I was prepared and spat out all the Ten Fragrant Soft Bone Powder you prepared, thus witnessing your and that man's disgraceful behavior."

"Song Qingshu! What do you want to do?" Zhou Zhiruo felt a chill run down her spine as he touched her face.

"I am your husband, what's wrong with asking you to fulfill your wife's duty?" Song Qingshu finally undid the outer bindings and admired the light pink undergarment, "Oh, even embroidered with mandarin ducks."

"Song Qingshu, I will definitely kill you!" Zhou Zhiruo felt a chill in her chest, thinking of the nightmare to come, and was so angry that her whole body trembled.

"Better to die under the peony, it's worth it," Song Qingshu wrapped his arm around her shoulder, lifted her up, and let her hair down, the black tresses falling onto her white skin, the beauty of which made Song Qingshu catch his breath.

"Qingshu, can you let me go? You were once so good to me, why are you doing this now?" Zhou Zhiruo, seeing that she couldn't threaten him, became increasingly anxious and pleaded softly.

"When I think of what you did, the old Song Qingshu is already dead," Song Qingshu said coldly, pulling the string at the back of her neck, the pink undergarment silently slid down to her waist.

"You misunderstood..." Zhou Zhiruo tried to explain.

"Misunderstood?" Song Qingshu laughed coldly, "I saw it with my own eyes, what misunderstanding? Stop talking nonsense, it only makes me look down on you more."

"I didn't do anything with him!" Zhou Zhiruo, knowing that all explanations were futile, closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Really fragrant!" Song Qingshu lifted his head from her chest, feeling the time was right, undid her waistband, and lay on top of her.

"Zhiruo, though you refuse me with your words, your body reacts quite the opposite," Song Qingshu lifted his hand, covered in a glistening substance, and waved it in front of Zhou Zhiruo.

"Shameless!" Zhou Zhiruo felt extremely embarrassed at that moment, hating her body's reaction, and said coldly, "If a dog bites you, does it mean you like being bitten by a dog?"

"You can call me a villain, just like you call Zhang Wujie that." Hearing him mention Zhang Wujie, Zhou Zhiruo felt a pain in her heart, knowing her innocence was lost, her mind went blank.

Song Qingshu moved on her for the duration of a joss stick, recalling the sweet taste of her lips, he sought her mouth again.

Zhou Zhiruo tried to dodge, not letting him succeed, and said fiercely, "Even though I have no internal strength, I will bite it off!"

"If you dare to bite, I'll hang you on the city gate for everyone to admire the body of the Emei Sect leader," Song Qingshu laughed coldly.

"You! Mmm... mmm..." Zhou Zhiruo opened her mouth, and he took advantage of the opportunity, making her dare not bite, only to let out a humiliated sound.

Zhou Zhiruo silently endured his actions, and finally, Song Qingshu lay still on top of her. Feeling his essence inside her, Zhou Zhiruo forced herself to suppress the feeling of nausea, secretly gathering her scattered internal strength.

"Hey?" Song Qingshu looked down and saw the blood on the bed, shocked, "How... how are you still a virgin?"

Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with hatred, biting her lip, and said nothing.

With the situation as it was, Song Qingshu, after being stunned, felt a surge of joy. After resting for a moment, he took out a dagger and placed it on Zhou Zhiruo's neck, "Zhiruo, I know you will kill me once you recover your martial arts. I have to act first."

Zhou Zhiruo was startled, and the internal strength she had just gathered dispersed. She suddenly realized that if he had thought this through, and if he was of normal intelligence, he wouldn't let her go. Thinking of this, she became calm, "Kill me if you want, but if you think you can threaten me into not pursuing you afterward, you're dreaming. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off."

"Good, I'll give you a chance to take revenge," Song Qingshu smiled strangely, "I know you were trying to recover your strength just now. It's a pity for such a celestial beauty. I'll try a few more times, and we'll see if you can recover your strength during this time. If you agree, nod. If you don't, I'll send you to the afterlife right now. Besides, while it's still hot, we can do it again."

Thinking that even in death, she couldn't escape his humiliation, Zhou Zhiruo felt a chill. She hated Song Qingshu to the bone, thinking that since she had already been used by him, a few more times wouldn't make much difference. She needed to recover her strength as soon as possible; as long as she could kill him, everything would be worth it.

"Still not decided?" Song Qingshu looked at her with a half-smile, the sharp blade moving along her neck.

"Um~" Zhou Zhiruo felt embarrassed, but finally nodded helplessly.

"This time, it's you who begged me to do it. Don't forget that," Song Qingshu's words almost made Zhou Zhiruo spit blood.

As the waves of passion surged, Song Qingshu sweated profusely, while Zhou Zhiruo lay beneath him, her face flushed. Each time she gathered a bit of internal strength, it was shattered by his unintentional but fierce thrusts, forcing her to start over.

That night, Song Qingshu was exhausted, releasing six times, while Zhou Zhiruo couldn't gather her internal strength and could only lie there, her body limp, closing her eyes in resignation.

Chapter 11: The Hard Road of Escape

Song Qingshu dressed and, as he got out of bed, felt his steps wobble. He thought, "Truly, beauty is a curse."

Looking back at Zhou Zhiruo lying there weakly, Song Qingshu squatted down, his fingers brushing her face, "Dear, I love you so much, how could I bear to kill you? Don't worry, your internal strength will recover by morning."

No matter how much anger she had, after being tormented six times, it was almost extinguished. Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with a complex expression and said coldly, "You will regret it."

"Even if I die at your hands, I will never regret it," he said, picking up his luggage and walking out. As he left, he seemed to remember something and turned back, "Don't blame me for reminding you, no one else knows what happened tonight except you and me. You won't be so foolish as to tell Zhang Wujie the truth, right?" He laughed and walked away.

Time passed slowly, and the sky began to lighten. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes opened, and she sat up abruptly. The numbness and pain from below almost made her lie down again. She grabbed the bed board and shattered it, gritting her teeth, "Song Qingshu, I will make sure you don't die a good death."

"Ah-choo!" Song Qingshu, dozens of miles away, sneezed, looked up at the sky, and smiled bitterly, "That woman must have woken up. Was my behavior too ruthless?"

Although he knew that if Zhou Zhiruo caught him, he would surely die, if she had really been with Zhang Wujie, he might have been ruthless enough to eliminate her to prevent future trouble. But now, knowing he was her first man, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Moreover, even if he was a ruthless person, he wasn't stupid. He clearly understood that killing Zhou Zhiruo would do more harm than good, so he let her go.

Now, only Zhou Zhiruo would secretly pursue him, and she wouldn't dare to publicize it. On the contrary, if he killed Zhou Zhiruo and disappeared, he would be the prime suspect. Everyone would think he had killed his own wife, not to mention the endless pursuit by Zhang Wujie and the Emei Sect, and the whole world would despise him, ruining his reputation.

Don't underestimate the power of reputation. In the ancient world, a bad reputation could ruin a person's life. Just look at Wu Sangui, the King of Pingxi, who, no matter what he did, always had a crowd of people opposing him. This was the inevitable result of a ruined reputation. Song Qingshu still had ambitions in the current chaotic world; he wouldn't be so foolish as to bear the infamy of killing his wife.

Song Qingshu estimated that Zhou Zhiruo was already on her way to pursue him. He had mentioned the four great doctors of the world, and Zhou Zhiruo would likely guess that he would seek them out to treat his meridians.

Hu Qingniu was dead, and the remaining three great doctors were Ping Yizhi in Kaifeng, the closest, followed by Doctor Xue in Songzhou, and the most elusive, the Poison Hand Medicine King, whose whereabouts were unknown to ordinary people.

Song Qingshu dressed and, as he got out of bed, felt his steps wobble. He thought, "Truly, beauty is a curse."

Looking back at Zhou Zhiruo lying there weakly, Song Qingshu squatted down, his fingers brushing her face, "Dear, I love you so much, how could I bear to kill you? Don't worry, your internal strength will recover by morning."

No matter how much anger she had, after being tormented six times, it was almost extinguished. Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with a complex expression and said coldly, "You will regret it."

"Even if I die at your hands, I will never regret it," he said, picking up his luggage and walking out. As he left, he seemed to remember something and turned back, "Don't blame me for reminding you, no one else knows what happened tonight except you and me. You won't be so foolish as to tell Zhang Wujie the truth, right?" He laughed and walked away.

Time passed slowly, and the sky began to lighten. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes opened, and she sat up abruptly. The numbness and pain from below almost made her lie down again. She grabbed the bed board and shattered it, gritting her teeth, "Song Qingshu, I will make sure you don't die a good death."

"Ah-choo!" Song Qingshu, dozens of miles away, sneezed, looked up at the sky, and smiled bitterly, "That woman must have woken up. Was my behavior too ruthless?"

Although he knew that if Zhou Zhiruo caught him, he would surely die, if she had really been with Zhang Wujie, he might have been ruthless enough to eliminate her to prevent future trouble. But now, knowing he was her first man, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Moreover, even if he was a ruthless person, he wasn't stupid. He clearly understood that killing Zhou Zhiruo would do more harm than good, so he let her go.

Now, only Zhou Zhiruo would secretly pursue him, and she wouldn't dare to publicize it. On the contrary, if he killed Zhou Zhiruo and disappeared, he would be the prime suspect. Everyone would think he had killed his own wife, not to mention the endless pursuit by Zhang Wujie and the Emei Sect, and the whole world would despise him, ruining his reputation.

Don't underestimate the power of reputation. In the ancient world, a bad reputation could ruin a person's life. Just look at Wu Sangui, the King of Pingxi, who, no matter what he did, always had a crowd of people opposing him. This was the inevitable result of a ruined reputation. Song Qingshu still had ambitions in the current chaotic world; he wouldn't be so foolish as to bear the infamy of killing his wife.

Song Qingshu estimated that Zhou Zhiruo was already on her way to pursue him. He had mentioned the four great doctors of the world, and Zhou Zhiruo would likely guess that he would seek them out to treat his meridians.

Hu Qingniu was dead, and the remaining three great doctors were Ping Yizhi in Kaifeng, the closest, followed by Doctor Xue in Songzhou, and the most elusive, the Poison Hand Medicine King, whose whereabouts were unknown to ordinary people.