In fact, this outcome was pretty much within Ye Jiuyou's expectations.

She invited Zhao Changhe here, hoping for a sincere cooperation amidst the probing. If it was confirmed that Zhao Changhe really wanted to deal with Ye Wuming, they could certainly collaborate.

Piaomiao, being the fourth-ranked Demon God, was exceptionally powerful, no weaker than herself, and harbored a deadly vendetta against Ye Wuming, making her an important ally for Ye Jiuyou in dealing with Ye Wuming. If Zhao Changhe truly intended to oppose Ye Wuming, he would certainly not have a real conflict with Piaomiao and would naturally seek mutual benefit.

Even before this meeting was arranged, Zhao Changhe had already asked her how she had split Piaomiao and Cui Yuanyang into two individuals. The conversation today remained unchanged, which only showed that Zhao Changhe's thinking was consistent, leaving Ye Jiuyou very satisfied.

Ye Jiuyou only wanted this result. As for whether Piaomiao was being bothered by a man, it was none of her business; if she was, it would be even more amusing.

Acting all pure and aloof, what would you say when asked if you wanted dignity or purity? Still care to answer now? Answer or not?

The embrace and kiss over there were so passionate that both sides seemed intent on merging into one. Zhao Changhe was a bit more restrained, being mindful of Ye Jiuyou observing from the nearby mountaintop, keeping his movements minimal; Cui Yuanyang, however, was completely lost in it, her small hands already starting to tug at her husband's clothes, as if desperately wanting him.

Ye Jiuyou could entirely imagine how Piaomiao must be rolling her eyes within the sea of consciousness, half out of indignation, half out of delight.

Understanding that you two sweethearts are thrilled to reunite after a long separation and surviving a disaster is reasonable, but Piaomiao never expected Cui Yuanyang to be so shameless. Here, it's practically two people watching—how could you dare? So this is the family upbringing of this epoch's Aristocratic Family?

During such clear-headed shared perception, being kissed and fondled feels completely as if it is happening to oneself. Piaomiao, becoming a bit more alert, instinctively tried to regain control of the body, determined not to let Cui Yuanyang continue this disgrace, fearing the two might really escalate on the spot.

Just as she was about to seize back control, Cui Yuanyang breathlessly stopped: "Brother Zhao, I'm cold..."

Piaomiao: "..."

How much more heat do you need?

Yet Zhao Changhe tenderly replied: "This place is within the Qi Field of Jiuyou, it's cold and eerie, suppressing the mind. Let me help you resist it."

Oh, so it's about that... Piaomiao even felt a bit warm, wondering where she had wandered off... She quickly shouted in the sea of consciousness to Cui Yuanyang: "No need for his help, I've restored this body quite well during cultivation, it's just that you're not used to operating it yet. Let me help you get familiar with your body, and you can resist on your own. As for the mental pressure, with me here, what's the big deal with a little spillover of Qi Field from Jiuyou?"

Quickly resist on your own, address the issue, or who knows how much friction you'll generate just to keep warm.

Cui Yuanyang shook her arm a few times, turning like a windmill, quite pleased: "Brother Zhao, I feel amazing."

Zhao Changhe held her while sitting on one side, kissed her slightly flushed cheek: "Piaomiao, in her past life, was a Spiritual Body, not relying on physical form, focusing on the Divine Soul. However strong this body might be, it was merely formed by direct absorption of energy, not much of a cultivation. When separated in the future, there still needs to be ongoing refinement."

Cui Yuanyang giggled: "Brother Zhao means he doesn't think much of Piaomiao Sister's strength."

"I didn't say that, her Divine Soul is indeed stronger than mine at the moment..."

"Implying the body is weak and incapable."

"The body is my dear Yangyang's, and I love how it's fragile and vulnerable."

"Hehe, where do you wish Yangyang to be vulnerable?"

Zhao Changhe merely smiled: "Little trickster, growing more bewitching by the day."

Cui Yuanyang twisted her body: "I am the wife you rightfully wed; how is bedroom pleasure bewitching? It's not like I'm enchanting others..."

Piaomiao could no longer bear listening, unable to hold back any longer: "You want to say a few words to him, and this is how dull and meaningless they are?"

"What's so dull about it?" Cui Yuanyang said with righteous confidence: "Sister, you'll understand after you have someone in your heart; such words, a lifetime's worth, never grow tiresome!"

Piaomiao angrily responded: "Since you can talk for a lifetime, take your time later; for now, focus on the more important matters first."

"Oh, the important matters..." Cui Yuanyang puffed up her little face and asked Zhao Changhe: "Brother Zhao, with this cultivation, can I never grow up?"

Piaomiao nearly coughed up blood, you really call this addressing a serious matter?

Zhao Changhe leaned back and examined her.

Cui Yuanyang's previously baby-fat round face had mostly slimmed down by the time they got married, becoming the standard oval face of a petite beauty. Due to her long-term martial training, horse riding, and hunting, she didn't lean towards the genteel and soft-spoken demeanor of a lady. Her body ultimately developed long legs and a slender waist, full of heroic spirit, a spitting image of Yue Hongling in her youth. However, due to Piaomiao's influence, somehow she seemed to revert to a more youthful appearance, slightly regaining that baby-faced roundness, turning more adorable.

Seeing this, Zhao Changhe scratched his head a bit, as cultivation was supposed to keep one eternally young, but it was never said to cause reverse growth.

Cui Yuanyang said: "During my slumber, Piaomiao Sister refined this body, drawing from the appearance I most desired, slightly adjusting it back a bit."

Zhao Changhe paused a moment, pinched Cui Yuanyang's little face, saying nothing.

He vaguely recalled her saying once, cultivation was just to maintain the appearance Brother Zhao liked. Her greatest desire wasn't to be any younger, but rather, she felt this form was beloved by her husband, and this version of Cui Yuanyang was where their memories were most vividly shared.

That wasn't baby fat; it was a young girl's oceanic affection, forever crystallized there.

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