Chapter 5: Stealing Fragrance at Midnight

Zhou Zhiruo softly said, "You are my husband, if not with you, who else would I go back to Emei with?" However, a hint of loneliness was hard to hide in the depths of her eyes. That night, Zhang Wujie had taken the initiative to embrace her, and Zhou Zhiruo had also been momentarily overwhelmed by emotion. But after waiting for so many days without Zhang Wujie giving her any explanation, she realized that he was probably still thinking more about that princess. Disappointed, she thought that Zhang Wujie was not even one-tenth as good to her as Song Qingshu. Feeling disheartened, she wanted to return to Emei as soon as possible to spend the rest of her life with Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu had become a cripple for her this time.

Overjoyed, Song Qingshu couldn't help but pull Zhou Zhiruo into his arms, thinking that no matter what chaos or martial arts, having such a beautiful woman by his side made his life worthwhile.

Caught off guard, Zhou Zhiruo's body stiffened, but thinking that he was her husband, she gradually relaxed.

The fragrant, well-proportioned figure in his arms soon made Song Qingshu feel something, and he leaned down to kiss her face.

Zhou Zhiruo instinctively tried to dodge, but suddenly remembered the scene of her being embraced by Zhang Wujie that night. Feeling a bit guilty, she thought it would be too much to not let her husband kiss her.

Song Qingshu was no longer the naive fool he used to be. While Zhou Zhiruo was hesitating, he successfully kissed her cherry lips.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened in surprise. Taking advantage of her shock, Song Qingshu seized the opportunity to part her lips.

Breath like orchids, the sweetness lingering on her lips, at that moment, Song Qingshu felt his whole body almost melting. After the initial shock, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to resign herself, closing her eyes, but her heart was in turmoil.

Even when she was only embraced by Zhang Wujie, her heart had been beating so fast, but now, she felt nothing, only passively letting him do as he pleased, with only a young girl's instinctive shyness and endless confusion.

Song Qingshu didn't know what she was thinking. At that moment, he felt incredibly happy, one hand holding her slender waist, the other instinctively reaching into her clothes, touching the softness of her chest.

"Slap!" Feeling a chill on her chest, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly reacted, instinctively slapping him and turning to break free from Song Qingshu's embrace, looking at him with a hint of anger.

Song Qingshu inwardly cursed, not realizing that she was still a maiden in the ancient times, unable to bear such intimacy. However, even though the slap wasn't heavy, his face still felt a bit red, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing the faint red mark on his face, Zhou Zhiruo, thinking he was her husband, felt a bit apologetic and explained, "This is a quiet place in Shaolin, and it's broad daylight. Your actions make me feel very embarrassed."

Hearing her words, Song Qingshu was overjoyed, "Do you mean that in other places, at night, you would...?" Of course, he didn't dare to say this out loud, only saying, "My injuries are almost healed. When are we going back to Emei?" He just wanted to leave as soon as possible. As long as they were away from Zhang Wujie, he believed that with his legitimate status as her husband, he would eventually win her over.

"It's already late. We'll rest for the night and set off tomorrow morning." Zhou Zhiruo said, touching her slightly flushed face and running out of the room.

Song Qingshu stayed in the room, thinking about the wonderful feeling just now, sitting on the bed and smiling foolishly. He thought that heaven had been good to him, not only giving him a second chance at life but also a stunningly beautiful wife. Compared to this, not being able to practice martial arts was nothing.

When it got dark, Zhou Zhiruo returned to the room. Since they were seen as a married couple, they had to sleep in the same room. After helping Song Qingshu lie down,

Song Qingshu lay on his side, staring at Zhou Zhiruo's graceful figure, drooling uncontrollably. Having such a beautiful woman in front of him but unable to do anything was truly regrettable.

As sleepiness gradually overcame him, just as Song Qingshu was about to close his eyes, a masked figure flashed in from the window, quickly striking several major acupoints on his body.

"Who!" Unlike Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo was a top-notch martial artist at this moment. She immediately sat up, staring at the figure's back, ready to strike with the Nine Yin Bone Claw.

"It's me, Zhiruo." The masked figure turned around, pulling off the mask, revealing none other than Zhang Wujie, the leader of the Ming Cult.

"What does the great leader Zhang want by breaking into our bedroom at midnight!" Zhou Zhiruo's tone was cold, but her martial arts aura slowly dissipated. She didn't need to be on guard against Zhang Wujie.

"Zhiruo, others may not know about your marriage, but I do." Zhang Wujie looked at the two of them sleeping in separate beds and said softly.

Realizing that he knew the truth about her and Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't tell if she was happy or angry, and could only coldly say, "Our marriage is none of your concern, Great Leader Zhang."

Zhang Wujie slowly walked over, smiling bitterly, "Zhiruo, I know you're angry that I haven't come to see you for so many days, but after the battle with the Three Passes, I suffered a mental breakdown and have been trying to control my scattered energy..."

"Oh, how are you now?" Zhou Zhiruo raised an eyebrow, not waiting for his answer, and anxiously grabbed his wrist to check his pulse.

"Hardly controlled it. The Holy Fire Order and the Great Shift of the Universe are truly bizarre martial arts from the West, and it's easy to suffer a mental breakdown if not careful." Facing Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wujie had no martial arts guard, letting her hold his pulse.

"Your aura is much weaker now." Zhou Zhiruo felt that Zhang Wujie was different from before, but assumed it was a side effect of the mental breakdown, not taking it too seriously.

"Zhiruo, you are still the kind and innocent girl I met by the Han River." Zhang Wujie, moved, held her hands deeply.

Thinking of their first meeting by the Han River, Zhou Zhiruo felt as if she were in a dream. Looking up, she saw Zhang Wujie's eyes gazing at her with deep affection.

They stared at each other, momentarily lost in the moment.

They never expected that the supposedly unconscious Song Qingshu was coldly watching everything. After being struck, the residual energy left by Wuming in his body reacted, waking him from his sleep. However, this was just the residual energy left by Wuming to nourish his meridians. Zhang Wujie was a top martial artist, and Song Qingshu couldn't break the other acupoints. Now, he was only conscious, unable to move his body at all. Chapter 6: Unusual Anger

Deeply gazing at Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wujie couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her cherry lips.

Seeing Zhang Wujie's face getting closer, Zhou Zhiruo felt her heart beating rapidly again. At that moment, she knew that her deep and unforgettable love for Zhang Wujie would never fade.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to the side, pushed Zhang Wujie's chest, and retreated three steps, her face flushed with a hint of anger, "You already have your princess, and I am already married to someone else. What do you want to do!"

"I don't know," Zhang Wujie shook his head in pain, "I really love you and can't bear to be separated from you, to become strangers."

Hearing Zhang Wujie say he loved her, Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat, biting her lip, "What about Zhao Min?"

"I love her too!" Song Qingshu never expected Zhang Wujie, who was usually indecisive in matters of the heart, to be so straightforward. Zhou Zhiruo, angry and laughing, said, "Then why did you come to see me!"

Zhang Wujie tore open his shirt, revealing the scar left by the Heaven Sword on his chest: "Zhiruo, your image is like that Heaven Sword, forever etched in my heart. My feelings for you have never changed. When I heard that you and Song... Song Senior Brother were married, I wanted to die."

Tracing the faint scar with her finger, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the heartbreak of the young girl who stabbed that sword on Bright Peak, feeling a myriad of emotions, and sighed, "Why didn't you come to rescue me then? Do you know that I bet my marriage with Qingshu, gambling on whether you would come to rescue me, and I lost." She smiled sadly.

"At that time, I was too foolish, thinking that Song Senior Brother loved you so much that you would be very happy after marriage." Zhang Wujie reached out to embrace Zhou Zhiruo, but she instinctively retreated again, and he said with a pained heart, "Only after you were married did I realize that in matters of love, one cannot yield."

He had never revealed his feelings to her so openly before. Zhou Zhiruo's heart was a mix of emotions, feeling happy but also bitter, "What's the point of saying this now? I am already Mrs. Song."

"Damn it, you know that, so why don't you drive him away!" Song Qingshu, seeing his wife's heart fluttering, felt his anger not diminish in the slightest.

"You are just in name, not in reality!" Zhang Wujie said angrily, "In my heart, you will always be the pure and kind girl by the Han River."

"Brother Wujie~" Zhou Zhiruo's eyes filled with tears, her shoulders trembling as she lowered her head and sobbed.

Zhang Wujie wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, and this time, Zhou Zhiruo did not refuse.

Watching this, Song Qingshu wished he could become a superhero, his eyes shooting lasers to blast Zhang Wujie to pieces. Chapter 6: Unusual Anger

Deeply gazing at Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wujie couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her cherry lips.

Seeing Zhang Wujie's face getting closer, Zhou Zhiruo felt her heart beating rapidly again. At that moment, she knew that her deep and unforgettable love for Zhang Wujie would never fade.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to the side, pushed Zhang Wujie's chest, and retreated three steps, her face flushed with a hint of anger, "You already have your princess, and I am already married to someone else. What do you want to do!"

"I don't know," Zhang Wujie shook his head in pain, "I really love you and can't bear to be separated from you, to become strangers."

Hearing Zhang Wujie say he loved her, Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat, biting her lip, "What about Zhao Min?"

"I love her too!" Song Qingshu never expected Zhang Wujie, who was usually indecisive in matters of the heart, to be so straightforward. Zhou Zhiruo, angry and laughing, said, "Then why did you come to see me!"

Zhang Wujie tore open his shirt, revealing the scar left by the Heaven Sword on his chest