Chaotic World Book-Chapter 521 - 507: The Ultimate Bliss Method Was Used Incorrectly That Day

Chapter 521: Chapter 507: The Ultimate Bliss Method Was Used Incorrectly That Day

Zhao Changhe was baffled. He flipped through the "Mountain and River Atlas" left by the Ancient Xuanwu to examine records about this region, but to his disappointment, the Xuanwu obviously wouldn’t have noted the burial mounds of the Spirit Clan. He found nothing of use.

Comparing it to other records, he found no difference in tone regarding the Spirit Clan, nor any content that suggested a connection between the Spirit Clan and Emperor Ye’s system.

So what was the significance of Vermilion Bird and Xuanwu converging in the wild southwest?

A celestial event?

If it referred to celestial events or timing, then he was screwed—neither he nor the Spirit Clan folks had any understanding of astronomy. At best, he could sketch out the Four Symbols Star Constellations, and even that was thanks to the inheritance from Vermilion Bird; he was clueless about their movements and changes. The Spirit Clan’s expertise was limited to guiding agricultural activities, hardly relating to such fantastical issues.

He tried asking Sisi, "Do you know what this sentence means?"

"Ah?" Sisi’s mouth hung open, cluelessly.

"Do you know how to read celestial events?"

Sisi was doubly confused: "Ah?"

Zhao Changhe suppressed the urge to stuff a grilled sausage into her mouth: "...Never mind, I already knew you’re as illiterate as I am."

Both burst into laughter, reminded of the time they learned riddles at Tang Wanju’s place. Thinking back, it felt surprisingly sweet.

Unfortunately, even with their wit, they were at a loss when faced with a truly cultural matter.

Would he have to ask the Four Symbols Sect? Headache.

Zhao Changhe continued flipping through the book with resignation and stumbled upon an interesting point.

"The Mountain and River Atlas" was not a complete world map, but a collection of regional maps. It was not the sort where adjacent areas were depicted separately and could be connected together. The Xuanwu had created the Mountain and River Map while seeking materials for Emperor Ye’s sword forging; it certainly wouldn’t bother to record mundane cities and meaningless plains. It was more like "this area has a special item, so it’s recorded here," just a collection of individual maps of unique regions.

It was impossible to extrapolate where an area could connect to based on the map’s edge. Interestingly though, the maps depicted the range of the Spirit Clan and it seemed to match the shape of this Secret Realm...

At least, the position of this burial mound was right at the western edge of the map, with a little setting sun drawn beside it.

It was as if Xuanwu had foretold that this space would eventually assume this shape... What was its basis for such a prediction?

"Hey, little illiterate..."

"Hmm? Big illiterate."

"Does the Spirit Clan have their own map of the Secret Realm?"

"We do have one, mainly marking where the tribes’ villages, mineral deposits, water sources, and so on are located. The accuracy isn’t great..."

"That’s good enough; have someone bring it over tomorrow morning. I’ll compare them." Zhao Changhe put down the book, somewhat tired, and stretched his arms: "Damn, I never studied this hard even for university entrance exams, and it’s all classical Chinese... I’m burnt out, can’t read any more."

Sisi: "..."

He’s talking nonsense again. But come to think of it, seeing him reading late into the night, there was indeed something appealing about it. No wonder Tang Wanju...

Zhao Changhe was justifying his reluctance to continue: "Oh, it’s too far. To fetch a map, you have to send someone back and forth..."

Sisi’s eyes glimmered, and she chuckled: "You could spend the night at the Royal Palace, drunk and sprawled on the dragon bed. It’s your own choice to stay here at this mound for simplicity’s sake."

"I’m not doing it for simplicity; I’m here for investigation." Zhao Changhe glanced sideways at her: "Are you starting again?"

Sisi stiffened her neck, murmuring: "I don’t understand what you’re saying. Sisi is a proper servant girl from a proper family."

That comment, oddly, seemed more endearing than her previous flirty demeanor. Knowing full well that she could play all sorts of roles, this still seemed quite like an act, and Zhao Changhe almost couldn’t suppress his auntie-like giggles.

He couldn’t help saying: "When did you sell yourself to someone else to be a servant girl?"

Sisi: "Ah?"

Zhao Changhe said: "I’m not decent folk; whose proper servant girl are you?"

Sisi realized what he meant and giggled: "How would you be indecent? By pinning me against a tree and stamping a mark?"

The moment after she said this, the air suddenly quieted down.

Putting down the book to rest indicated preparing to go to sleep, as there really was only one room and one bed here.

Sisi lowered her eyelids and turned to run: "Master, please rest. I’ll come again tomorrow."

She had just taken a step when her wrist was caught.

Sisi turned her head to look at her wrist and felt a strange sensation.

Before these two days, had Zhao Changhe shown such intentions of wanting her, it would have been the result she’d flirtatiously hoped for.

But over these two days, he’d held her hand while strolling through the mountains, held her in his arms while stargazing, discussed internal and external affairs together, studied ancient secrets together... And then to say it was just for her beauty, just to have her serve in bed... That suddenly felt very odd.

It would make the experiences of these two days seem as transient and false as bubbles.

But perhaps she was being ridiculously sentimental. To others, wasn’t it all the same... After all, she had done everything... And if really asked whether she was willing, she would be willing.

After all this time, Sisi herself didn’t even know what she was thinking. On close examination, it made no logical sense.

In a moment of distraction, I was already in his embrace, with Zhao Changhe’s low whisper by my ear, "Back then, Gusu knew how to sleep sprawled across the table, and now as a queen, you need to sleep in a palace?"

Sisi retorted with vexation, "Fine, fine, fine, a little maid is only fit to sleep sprawled on a table!"

"But the master is reluctant," Zhao Changhe whispered into her ear, biting it gently, "We have a bed here, how could I let my little maid sleep on the table?"

Sisi, with her mouth half-open for the fourth time, echoed a very serious question in her mind: had this guy been possessed by someone else?

He’s so skillful now.

The things I was agonizing over just now seem to have been so simply scattered. How many flowers must one weave through to see at a glance what I was thinking and so casually resolve it?

So much so that by the time he picked me up around the waist and carried me toward the bed, it all seemed very normal, and by the time Sisi realized it, she had already been placed on the bed...

"I, I haven’t washed..." Sisi didn’t know why she was so nervously blabbering, "I’m smelly..."

Zhao Changhe, standing by the bed, leaned over to look at her nervous expression, barely holding back his laughter, "Doesn’t everyone know that I just love the flavor?"

"Pah, I smell good, how can there be any flavor, I’m not a mountain..."

"Smell good? Let me smell?" Zhao Changhe leaned down and pecked her on the lips.

Even though she had already been kissed in the small woods, Sisi felt electrified once again, her hands nervously clutching the sheets, tightly closing her eyes.

Seeing her, Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Hey, have you been possessed?"

Sisi glared at him indignantly, "You’re the one who’s been possessed!"

"Give me back the Sisi who knows how to sell pancakes."

"Give me back the Zhao Changhe who pretends to be a gentleman."

"Alright, alright," Zhao Changhe lay beside her, still clothed, and gently embraced her, "I get it. When I play the gentleman, that’s when you sell pancakes."

Eh? That kind of makes sense.

Zhao Changhe said with a smile, "Alright, let’s sleep."

After saying that, he really closed his eyes and didn’t move.

Sisi’s teeth ground in frustration. Fine, fine, fine, you want to play like this?

Now she completely forgot that she was just struggling with whether or not to sleep together. Once again, her eyes began to wheel around. The candle flickered, making it hard to find the end of the bed, and in the darkness, her little foot kept rubbing and moving between his legs.

Zhao Changhe pretended not to react.

Sisi bit her lower lip, her hand stealthily reaching out.

She was totally unaware that, as she quietly undid his belt, his hand that was around her slender waist was also quietly undoing hers... The Bibo Qingyi technique was truly exquisite...

After finally unfastening, before her hand could reach inside, it was caught.

Sisi looked up to see Zhao Changhe’s eyes seemingly shining, "What is a proper little maid up to?"

Sisi offered a sheepish smile, "I’m, I’m helping my master change clothes."

"How about the master helps you change clothes instead?" Zhao Changhe flipped over, immediately facing her top to bottom.

Sisi’s breathing quickened, knowing what was about to happen.

It wasn’t until this moment that it vaguely occurred to her... She had originally planned for him to leave before finding out about that day’s events, and from then on, to be longing for that encounter... By actually doing this now, wouldn’t he immediately know whether she was a virgin, revealing all secrets?

Even though she knew it was possible that he had already guessed, which is why he had been so gentle these past two days, Sisi still subconsciously began to struggle, "Don’t, can’t we just not do this?"

She didn’t even know what she was struggling against.

And then, with one struggle, she felt a cool breeze on her body as her clothes were unknowingly undone by him...

Sisi: "?"

The warm candlelight revealed the reality of being caught without underwear.

Zhao Changhe slowly kissed down, "The Extreme Joy Method you used that day was wrong... True ultimate bliss should be like this..."

Sisi’s tense body instantly relaxed.

He indeed knew... Plotting anything is futile; I’ve never been able to escape the palm of the master.

Just like whatever was now in the palm of his hand.

Sisi gently gasped for breath, slowly reaching out to embrace his head, and closed her eyes.

That day truly held no joy; not only was it painful, he was like a dead man, completely unresponsive, and my heart was panicked, filled with thoughts of resolving the issue — who could enjoy that?

Not like today, in a brand new house, as if it was a specially prepared bridal chamber.

The warm candlelight flickered like on a wedding night.

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