Chapter 58: Leng Qingqiu: Finally Getting Her Way

Even after countless meetings, close encounters, and deeper exchanges,
Chu Huaizhou still marveled at Leng Qingqiu’s otherworldly beauty—
Like the perfect daughter-in-law his unseen mother might have dreamed of.

If only she could stay this way forever.

But he knew better.
Having seen her obsessive, greedy side, he couldn’t be fooled.

“Master… I need to discuss something. Can you come to my room?”

Leng Qingqiu’s lips pressed together, and for once, her cold, untouchable face wore unease… and a trace of pleading.

Her fingers fidgeted with her sleeve—just like she did in the past when she’d made some mistake and faced him afterward.

Gone was the North Empress’s unshakable majesty.
In this moment, she was simply a nervous girl awaiting her beloved’s answer.

And that was exactly what she was.

Seeing that vulnerability—this rare, unguarded self she showed only to him—
His heart softened instantly.

He nodded without hesitation.

It’s just hand-holding at most, he reassured himself.
I can handle this.

…Heh.

Leng Qingqiu smirked inwardly.

As always, she knew that expression would melt Master’s heart.
Because she loved him most.

Pat pat—

Bai Li shuffled to the doorway, paw on the threshold, the other rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Human, you woke up so fast? I just fell asleep, meow…”

She looked up to complain—
She’d planned to kiss him again and try that when he woke—

But instead locked eyes with Leng Qingqiu’s frosty gaze.

“Eek!”

Bai Li trembled, guilty and fidgeting, as if her earlier schemes had been read on her face.
She darted behind Chu Huaizhou’s leg, hugging it tight, peeking out with twitching ears.

“Q‑Qingqiu, fancy meeting you here, meow?”

Tch.

Leng Qingqiu’s eyes flashed cold.
Why now?

Good thing she’d prepared for this…

Smiling sweetly for appearance’s sake,
Her storage ring flashed—revealing the century-old Snow Soul Silver Cloud in her palm.

“Bai Li, want a bite?”

At the sight of the radish, Bai Li forgot everything, drool glistening at her lips.

She scampered to Leng Qingqiu’s feet, little paws tugging her blue skirt.

“Want! Want, meow! Qingqiu, you’re the best—gimme, please, meow!”

Leng Qingqiu flicked her hand.

The radish arced perfectly…
Straight into Chu Huaizhou’s room.

Bai Li’s amber eyes locked on it—
She bolted inside after her prize.

Chu Huaizhou blinked, realization clicking into place.

Since the moment she grabbed that radish… had Qingqiu been setting this up?

Tonight’s Qingqiu…
Felt different.

Too late.

Leng Qingqiu glided forward,
Silvery hair swaying as she looped her arm through his.

Duang~

A sudden pressure—
Not like Xia Baiqian’s feather-light cling—
Hit every nerve.

Two undeniable, firm “weapons” pressed into his side,
Their feel unstoppable even through layers of cloth.

Her natural scent, laced with the cool night, flooded his senses.

“Master.”

Leng Qingqiu tilted her head, silver‑white strands spilling down, obscuring half his vision.
Her azure eyes gleamed in the moonlight.

Her lips parted—

Warm breath brushed his cheek.

“No one’s interrupting now. Come with your disciple… heh…”

Trouble!

Chu Huaizhou moved to step back—

But a foreign chill surged through his arm.

Potent. Forceful.

His own spiritual power faltered against it;
It poured through his meridians unchecked.

Numbness swept him limb to limb.

He slumped, hanging partially in her arms.
Unable to push her away. Unable to even call out.

She held him tighter, pressing his chest into the soft curve of her body—

Through the thin rustle of fabric, he felt it:
Not three layers… two.

The sense of danger spiked.

This had been planned.

Leng Qingqiu’s eyes softened into a smile—
Like ice thawing under morning light.
But in that smile was possession.
Obsession.
Adoration with edges sharp as blades.

Yandere!

The Heavenly Sword Peak courtyard sprawled in a rough quadrangle.
The main hall faced the gathering square;
Behind it lay a natural hot spring.

But she didn’t lead him there.

Instead, to the left wing—
Once only her residence.

Opposite it sat Xia Baiqian and Meng Yinlu’s quarters;
Ye Feng had moved into the room across from hers.

Today, Ye Feng was gone.

The entire left wing was hers alone…
Already layered in hidden arrays to mask sound, aura, detection.

No Bai Li. No Xia Baiqian.
No rescue.

Her steps were slow. Certain.

With him leaning heavily against her, Leng Qingqiu crossed the threshold.

Six arrays activated instantly, sealing the wing.

She knew none could truly block Bai Li—immune as she was to illusions—
So she reinforced them anew.

A snap of her jade‑white fingers—

The door frost‑sealed from within,
The room’s summer warmth replaced with autumn chill.

Satisfied, her cheeks flushed faintly.
Breath sweeter.
Eyes hotter.

And then—she loosened the cold power binding him.

His body lightened; control returned.

“Qingqiu, what are you doing? Talk to Master properly—no need for this—”

Slap—

Leng Qingqiu didn’t answer.

She shoved him back—
Onto her bed.