The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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These words were so explicit that Wang Meng's forehead was covered in even more sweat, almost forming a stream.

"Madam...Madam is joking."

"I...I am but a servant, I dare not...dare to harbor any improper thoughts."

"Unreasonable desires?"

Li Qingluo gave a light snort, her voice carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and a hint of seduction, "Sometimes, after doing this 'duty' for too long, you also want to taste the 'improper' side."

Don't you agree?

She paused, then softened her tone, adding a touch of seduction: "With such a strong physique, wouldn't it be a waste to only use it for chopping wood and carrying water?"

"Why don't you... come up here and let me see just how much skill you 'from beyond the Great Wall' really have, and whether it's worth me... making an exception for you?"

Behind the window screen, Li Qingluo's naked body leaned forward slightly, her snow-white peaks almost touching the cold windowpane.

She wanted to see how long this little thief could keep up his stubbornness.

Wang Meng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with a soft sound.

At this moment, he no longer harbored any evil thoughts; his heart was filled only with overwhelming fear.

This vixen clearly intends to devour him alive!

He was now filled with regret; if he had known this would happen, he should have escaped with Dai Qisi just now.

Although the final outcome might be becoming a castrated man who is infertile, and born that way, at least he could save his life.

He didn't just realize now that it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

But now, he is trapped, with no way to escape.

Just as Wang Meng was caught in a dilemma, torn between accepting his fate or fighting to the death, the lazy yet impatient female voice from behind the window rang out again: "What?"

Are all men from outside the pass so spineless? Are they afraid of even a helpless widow like me?

The voice carried a hint of contempt and a hint of provocation.

"Could it be... that thing of yours only looks impressive, but in reality... it's just a showpiece?"

Li Qingluo's tone grew increasingly flirtatious, her naked body swaying slightly behind the window, the snow-white gauze robes piled on the floor also swaying gently, as if mocking his cowardice.

She could imagine Wang Meng's conflicted expression at that moment, and her desire to control him grew stronger. She wished she could drag him upstairs immediately and use her body to "test" whether he was a real hero or just pretending to be a coward.

Wang Meng was provoked by her words and his blood boiled.

Damn it, a real man can be killed but not humiliated!

He was about to say something, even if it meant dying, he wanted to die with some dignity.

Just then, a clear and slightly anxious girl's voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard. Although Wang Meng had only heard that voice a few times, he was deeply impressed by it—it was Wang Yuyan, that green tea bitch!

"How dare you!"

You dare disobey me?

I said I have urgent business with my mother, so please make way immediately!

Wang Yuyan's voice carried a hint of sternness and urgency rarely seen in her usual tone, clearly indicating that she was truly angry.

Immediately following were the maids' panicked and troubled pleas: "Miss, please calm down!"

The lady is receiving guests and has instructed that no outsiders be seen…

"Yes, Miss, please don't make things difficult for us. Madam, she..."

"Step aside!

I told you, this matter is extremely urgent, and you can't afford to delay it!

Wang Yuyan's voice rose a few decibels, and the faint sounds of pushing and shoving and footsteps could be heard.

What shocked Wang Meng even more was that, between Wang Yuyan's voices, he could also vaguely hear a man's voice.

"Cousin, please don't be impolite. Since your aunt has guests, we can wait outside for a moment."

The man's voice sounded relatively gentle, but it carried an undeniable air of conviction.

cousin?

Murong Fu?

Wang Yuyan has arrived with Murong Fu!

And judging from this posture, they are determined to break in and see Li Qingluo!

Li Qingluo, standing behind the window, also instantly darkened her expression.

Her naked body stiffened slightly, and her eyes, which had been clouded by desire, instantly became clear and sharp.

Her red lips were pressed tightly together, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

My daughter really knows how to pick her time!

She cursed inwardly.

Wang Yuyan barged in with Murong Fu at this moment, ruining her "good deed". If they saw her like this... Thinking that she was naked at this moment, and that the "culprit" who had just been teased by her was standing downstairs, even Li Qingluo, who was usually bold and unrestrained, couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"That's unreasonable!

"That brat is getting more and more unruly!"

Li Qinglu cursed under her breath, her gaze sweeping coldly over the soaked gauze robe at her feet.

She no longer had any desire to flirt with Wang Meng.

The maids outside clearly couldn't stop Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu, who insisted on coming in.

As if given a command, the two older maids immediately went downstairs and headed out of the courtyard.

After the initial shock, Wang Meng's initial spark of hope in the courtyard did not go out; instead, it burned even brighter.

The appearance of Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan undoubtedly disrupted Li Qingluo's "good things".

This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape!

However, the next moment, an even more chilling thought was poured over his head like a bucket of ice water.

Wang Yuyan!

He hadn't forgotten that not long ago, he had just given that arrogant green tea bitch a good "revenge"!

Although, at the time, in order not to reveal his identity, he deliberately blindfolded her so that she could not see his face clearly.

But...what if?

What if she recognizes me from my figure, voice, or some other detail?

Wang Meng felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

If he offended Li Qingluo, he might still have a sliver of hope to escape. But if Wang Yuyan were to identify him on the spot, he would truly be trapped with nowhere to go and no way to escape, and he would be dead beyond any hope of survival!

Offending a resentful woman might still offer some leeway, but if he were to add a scheming woman whose purity had been defiled, along with the eager-to-show-off, highly skilled Murong Fu... he simply couldn't imagine the scene that would unfold.

At that time, not to mention whether Li Qingluo would push him out as a scapegoat to clear her own name, Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan alone would be enough to tear him to pieces!

In an instant, Wang Meng's initial smugness vanished, replaced by a deeper sense of fear and anxiety.

He tensed up, listening intently to the approaching footsteps, his eyes darting around in their sockets, his brain racing, trying to find a way out of this desperate situation.

Should we hide them?

Where could he possibly hide?

This small courtyard has nowhere to hide except for the small building.

Should we take advantage of Li Qingluo's panic and try to slip away through the back door?

But he didn't even know where the back door was, and those maids outside weren't pushovers either.

He is currently injured again.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

In this situation, any rash action could lead to utter destruction. Suddenly, an extremely audacious idea, like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, blazed into his mind!

His panic is understandable.

However, the woman upstairs was even more panicked than him at that moment!

Li Qingluo, this usually aloof and dissolute lady of the royal mansion, no matter how shameless she may be, could never show her true colors in front of her own daughter and that famous "relative"—a woman who had just been verbally flirting with the servants in the mansion!

If the "springtime" in this room were to leak out today, even just a tiny bit, and reach the ears of Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan, or even spread throughout the martial arts world, then Li Qingluo's reputation would be completely ruined!

Forget about continuing to be the wife of a prince, she'd probably lose all face as a human being!

She will completely disgrace Mantuo Manor!

And isn't this Wang Meng's only chance to turn defeat into victory, or even to take the initiative?

At this thought, Wang Meng's heart began to pound violently.

The risks are extremely high, but the rewards are equally enormous!

Take a gamble!

His gaze once again settled on the paper window on the second floor of the small building, covered with sheer fabric. Through the thin curtain, he could clearly see a graceful figure wriggling frantically inside.

The figure was bent over, seemingly frantically picking something up, and then hurriedly putting it on.

Her snow-white skin was faintly visible behind the window screen, like the finest mutton-fat jade, radiating a lustrous sheen.

Her breasts swayed slightly with her movements, creating ripples that stirred the imagination.

Her long, slender legs moved back and forth in front of the window, searching for scattered clothes; her rounded, taut yet relaxed shape outlined a breathtaking curve.

This woman is his only lifeline at this moment, and also his fatal weakness in countering his opponent!

Wang Meng no longer hesitated.

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, so give it your all!

He took a deep breath, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, and suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body like a cheetah, rushing straight towards the embroidered building!

"Stop him!"

The maids around the embroidered building were shocked to see this and tried to stop them.