Chapter 8: Jealousy and Rivalry

"Rest assured, I have a plan," Zhang Wujie said in a deep voice. Zhao Min thought he was trying his best to heal Song Qingshu's injuries to make up for his past wrongs to Zhou Zhiruo, so she didn't say anything more.

"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If I can't be healed, it's my fate. I won't blame anyone," Song Qingshu said, which made Zhao Min wonder when he had become so broad-minded.

Zhou Zhiruo also found it strange, but with her own guilty conscience, she didn't think much about it. She simply echoed, "Teach Lord Zhang, do your best. We, as a couple, will be forever grateful."

At first, Song Qingshu was worried that Zhang Wujie might take the opportunity to harm him, but then he thought, if Zhang Wujie had agreed to heal him in front of so many people, failing to heal him would be one thing, but if he killed him, considering his past with Zhou Zhiruo, everyone in the martial world would think Zhang Wujie was a despicable person who killed his rival to take his wife.

In the following days, Zhang Wujie often came to give Song Qingshu acupuncture, medicine, and internal energy treatments. He was very busy, and after a few days, his internal energy was greatly depleted.

Song Qingshu felt somewhat guilty, thinking that Zhang Wujie had been quite considerate to him, his rival.

"Qingshu, take your medicine." Zhou Zhiruo brought a bowl of black herbal medicine, lifted his head, and fed him spoon by spoon.

Leaning against Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the elasticity of her body and the faint fragrance, Song Qingshu's mind wandered. During this time, he had been on high alert, guarding against Zhang Wujie's attempts to take advantage of him again. After a few days, nothing unusual happened, and no one had pointed any pressure points on him. He also thought that the Princess Zhao Min was not an ordinary person, with a sharp and shrewd mind. If she knew Zhang Wujie often came into contact with Zhou Zhiruo, she wouldn't let him come every night without her knowing. Zhao Min wouldn't deserve her reputation for intelligence.

After a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown even more, and he smiled wickedly. Suddenly, a terrifying thought crossed his mind, and his smile froze.

"Zhiruo, I need to use the restroom," Song Qingshu said in a hesitant tone.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and stood up, straightening her clothes and stepping aside. Song Qingshu ran to the outhouse, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then scratched his throat with his fingers, vomiting out all the medicine he had just taken.

Song Qingshu had noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest had become increasingly full, and he suddenly remembered that a girl's chest only becomes full when it is frequently nourished. Could it be that...

Previously, because it was daytime, Song Qingshu had let his guard down. Now, recalling the past few days, he realized that after taking the medicine, he would always feel drowsy. He had thought it was a side effect of the medicine, similar to some Western drugs he had taken in his previous life. With the clear sky and bright sun, he hadn't paid much attention to it.

Back in the room, Song Qingshu pretended to be overwhelmed by fatigue, his eyes half-open, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

"Qingshu, Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo gently pushed him a few times.

"There's no need to call him. He won't wake up for an hour after taking my improved Ten Fragrant Soft Bone Powder," Zhang Wujie's voice came, and Song Qingshu was startled. Then, several vital points on his body were struck.

Hearing their conversation, Song Qingshu realized they were indeed having an affair. His anger surged like a volcano, and he thought to himself, "How naive I was, thinking they were trying to save me. They were just using this as an excuse to meet secretly."

"Ah~" A coquettish moan came from Zhou Zhiruo, "Bad boy, you're hurting me."

"Should I be gentler?" Zhang Wujie's voice sounded despicable and hateful to Song Qingshu.

Influenced by some modern Japanese films, Song Qingshu's mind was filled with disturbing scenes. His heart was blank, and he was left with only overwhelming hatred and a desire for revenge.

This hatred grew exponentially, from betrayal, to forgiveness, and then to another betrayal. Song Qingshu's eyes were tightly closed, but he didn't know that Zhang Wujie had just held Zhou Zhiruo's hand too tightly, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Can you really... heal Qingshu?" Zhou Zhiruo used her lightness skill to dodge Zhang Wujie's hot breath on her ear, her voice trembling with fear, which brought Song Qingshu back to his senses. He perked up his ears to listen carefully.

"You know, that was just an excuse for me to meet you," Zhang Wujie admitted after a moment of silence.

"Ah, Qingshu must be heartbroken," Zhou Zhiruo sighed. During this time, she and Zhang Wujie had been like a loving couple, often playing and joking around. Although they had not crossed the line, she still felt guilty towards Song Qingshu.

"Why, do you care so much about him?" Zhang Wujie's jealousy flared up.

"Brother Wujie, you know my feelings for you. As a married woman, I have been meeting you secretly, and you still make such jokes," Zhou Zhiruo's eyes welled up with tears, her voice filled with resentment.

"I'm sorry, Sister Zhiruo," Zhang Wujie quickly apologized.

"Brother Wujie, we can't keep this up forever," Zhou Zhiruo slapped away Zhang Wujie's hand, thinking that before their marriage, she must not let him touch her. A woman's nature always told her that what a man couldn't get was the best.

"Minmin is also suspicious," Zhang Wujie nodded, "Tomorrow, I'll announce that I can't heal Brother Song's injuries. Then you two can return to Emei."

"Minmin, Minmin, you only think about Minmin," Zhou Zhiruo was a bit angry, "I thought we had become closer, but it seems you still think about her more."

"Zhiruo, I love you both equally," Zhang Wujie said, "I won't leave her, and in front of her, I will also say I won't give up on you."

"When will you tell her?" Zhou Zhiruo felt a bit wronged, "I've agreed to share with her, like the story of Ehuang and Nüying. What more does she want?"

Song Qingshu was surprised by Zhou Zhiruo's decision, feeling both anger and regret.

"You know, Minmin is quite competitive, and there have been some misunderstandings between you two. Now, our Ming Sect and her father, Prince Ruyang, are in a fierce battle in the Western Regions. If she gets angry and goes back to help her father, you know her methods. Our Ming Sect would be in danger," Zhang Wujie explained, and Zhou Zhiruo's anger gradually subsided.

"Then you'll never tell her, and we'll keep this secret forever?" Zhou Zhiruo wasn't so easily fooled.

"Don't worry. Once the war in the Western Regions is over, and our Ming Sect has a strong foothold, the Eastern and Western Palaces will be reserved for you two," Zhang Wujie's words shocked Song Qingshu. This Zhang Wujie seemed like the one from the Li Lianjie movie, deep and ambitious.

"Hmph! Who will be in the Eastern Palace, and who will be in the Western Palace?" Zhou Zhiruo looked at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"Whichever of you gives me a son first..."

Another round of playful banter began. Chapter 9: Preparing for Revenge

Song Qingshu thought to himself, Zhang Wujie was a martial arts genius and the leader of the Ming Sect, which could stand against the Mongols in the Western Regions, showing its formidable power. He was now a cripple, with no martial arts and no power. How could he take revenge? A sense of helplessness spread through his body.

However, Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like drums, gradually igniting his fighting spirit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and began to think clearly.

If his meridians were broken, he needed to find a way to repair them. He still remembered most of the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. With his familiarity with the martial arts of this world, it shouldn't be too difficult to achieve supreme martial arts. Then, he could find the treasures, take advantage of the chaos in the world, and easily gather a force to challenge Zhang Wujie...

As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's mood gradually calmed down. He had considered secretly informing Zhao Min to capture them, but then he thought that if Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share a husband, Zhao Min might also do the same in a moment of impulse. If he was exposed, the three of them would never tolerate him... The thought made him shudder.

The next day, in front of everyone, Zhang Wujie regretfully announced that he was unable to heal the broken meridians. Zhou Zhiruo was worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure, but to her surprise, he calmly sipped a cup of tea and said, "It's the will of heaven. I can't blame anyone. I've troubled Teach Lord Zhang these past few days."

Even Zhao Min was surprised and looked at him, and Song Qingshu responded with a faint smile. Inside, however, he was in turmoil, constantly refining his plan for revenge.

This was a skill he had honed in his previous life, never revealing his grievances until the outcome was certain, to avoid giving his opponents a chance to guard against him.

After some casual conversation, due to the urgent situation in the Western Regions, Zhang Wujie had to leave early with his group. Zhou Zhiruo instructed her disciples to pack their luggage and set off for Emei.

"Master seems to have become even more beautiful," two young female disciples flattered Zhou Zhiruo on the way.

Previously, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful but had a gloomy expression that made people feel uneasy. Now, with a faint smile always on her lips, she was indeed more radiant.

"Zhiruo is naturally beautiful, of course she will become more beautiful," Song Qingshu gently held Zhou Zhiruo's hand and looked at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth skin, he sneered inwardly. The disciples didn't know the reason, but he did. These past few days, Zhou Zhiruo had been nourished by Zhang Wujie's Nine Yang Essence, making her even more alluring.

With the disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't pull her hand away, but as her husband, she felt some impatience, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

Song Qingshu felt it was enough and let go of her hands, feeling at ease. Chapter 9: Preparing for Revenge

Song Qingshu thought to himself, Zhang Wujie was a martial arts genius and the leader of the Ming Sect, which could stand against the Mongols in the Western Regions, showing its formidable power. He was now a cripple, with no martial arts and no power. How could he take revenge? A sense of helplessness spread through his body.

However, Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like drums, gradually igniting his fighting spirit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and began to think clearly.

If his meridians were broken, he needed to find a way to repair them. He still remembered most of the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. With his familiarity with the martial arts of this world, it shouldn't be too difficult to achieve supreme martial arts. Then, he could find the treasures, take advantage of the chaos in the world, and easily gather a force to challenge Zhang Wujie...

As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's mood gradually calmed down. He had considered secretly informing Zhao Min to capture them, but then he thought that if Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share a husband, Zhao Min might also do the same in a moment of impulse. If he was exposed, the three of them would never tolerate him... The thought made him shudder.

The next day, in front of everyone, Zhang Wujie regretfully announced that he was unable to heal the broken meridians. Zhou Zhiruo was worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure, but to her surprise, he calmly sipped a cup of tea and said, "It's the will of heaven. I can't blame anyone. I've troubled Teach Lord Zhang these past few days."

Even Zhao Min was surprised and looked at him, and Song Qingshu responded with a faint smile. Inside, however, he was in turmoil, constantly refining his plan for revenge.

This was a skill he had honed in his previous life, never revealing his grievances until the outcome was certain, to avoid giving his opponents a chance to guard against him.

After some casual conversation, due to the urgent situation in the Western Regions, Zhang Wujie had to leave early with his group. Zhou Zhiruo instructed her disciples to pack their luggage and set off for Emei.

"Master seems to have become even more beautiful," two young female disciples flattered Zhou Zhiruo on the way.

Previously, Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful but had a gloomy expression that made people feel uneasy. Now, with a faint smile always on her lips, she was indeed more radiant.

"Zhiruo is naturally beautiful, of course she will become more beautiful," Song Qingshu gently held Zhou Zhiruo's hand and looked at her affectionately. Feeling her smooth skin, he sneered inwardly. The disciples didn't know the reason, but he did. These past few days, Zhou Zhiruo had been nourished by Zhang Wujie's Nine Yang Essence, making her even more alluring.

With the disciples watching, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't pull her hand away, but as her husband, she felt some impatience, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

Song Qingshu felt it was enough and let go of her hands, feeling at ease. Chapter 9: Preparing for Revenge

Song Qingshu thought to himself, Zhang Wujie was a martial arts genius and the leader of the Ming Sect, which could stand against the Mongols in the Western Regions, showing its formidable power. He was now a cripple, with no martial arts and no power. How could he take revenge? A sense of helplessness spread through his body.

However, Zhou Zhiruo's occasional coquettish words were like drums, gradually igniting his fighting spirit. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down and began to think clearly.

If his meridians were broken, he needed to find a way to repair them. He still remembered most of the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. With his familiarity with the martial arts of this world, it shouldn't be too difficult to achieve supreme martial arts. Then, he could find the treasures, take advantage of the chaos in the world, and easily gather a force to challenge Zhang Wujie...

As his thoughts became clearer, Song Qingshu's mood gradually calmed down. He had considered secretly informing Zhao Min to capture them, but then he thought that if Zhou Zhiruo could agree to share a husband, Zhao Min might also do the same in a moment of impulse. If he was exposed, the three of them would never tolerate him... The thought made him shudder.

The next day, in front of everyone, Zhang Wujie regretfully announced that he was unable to heal the broken meridians. Zhou Zhiruo was worried that Song Qingshu would lose his composure, but to her surprise, he calmly sipped a cup of tea and said, "It's the will of heaven. I can't blame anyone. I've troubled Teach Lord Zhang these past few days."

Even Zhao Min was surprised and looked at him, and Song Qingshu responded with a faint smile. Inside, however, he was in turmoil, constantly refining his plan for revenge.

This was a skill he had honed in his previous life, never revealing his grievances until the outcome was certain, to avoid giving his opponents a chance to guard against him.

After some casual conversation, due to the urgent situation in the Western Regions, Zhang Wujie had to leave early with his group. Zhou Zhiruo instructed her disciples to pack their luggage and set off for Emei.

"Master seems to have become even more beautiful," two young female disciples flattered Zhou Zhiruo on the way.

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