After the Water Spirit awakened, Danyu Yuruo’s body became incredibly soft—almost boneless—allowing her to effortlessly twist into any position (within human limits, of course).
But the biggest change?
Even Xu Qingyao couldn’t compare in this regard.
To put it bluntly—ever heard of a water park?
If Ning Chen paused even for a moment, she’d refill instantly. A watery membrane would form at the entrance, sealing everything inside while keeping things perfectly moist.
Likewise, her “spiritual nectar” production doubled. Before, she’d need a breather after a single serving. Now? It was a non-stop flow. At this rate, he’d need absorbent cloth just to keep up.
Ning Chen was pleased. This was a completely new experience for him—like adding a rare stamp to his collection.
The bed and blankets were soaked.
He was half-concerned she might dehydrate to death.
By the end, yet another woman had been thoroughly conquered—one who could never leave him now.
During their break, Danyu Yuruo nestled against Ning Chen’s leg, still eagerly lapping up her treat. He idly twirled her disheveled hair around his fingers.
“Explain your relationship with Duanmu Yao,” he said casually.
Danyu Yuruo lifted her head, gazing at him with adoration. “I’m her imperial mother… but not by blood.”
Seeing his intrigued expression, she continued.
“Years ago, the previous emperor saw me during an outing and demanded I join his harem.” Disgust twisted her delicate features.
“My family was noble, but even the Minister of Works couldn’t refuse the imperial decree.”
“But I already knew about my Extreme Yin Physique. If discovered, I’d be doomed.”
“Fortunately, the current emperor’s birth mother—Empress Zhao Lanxin, granddaughter of the Grand Chancellor—was my dearest friend.”
“Her mother was a poison cultivator. Lanxin had access to… unusual recipes.”
“To survive, I begged her for help. I claimed to have a lover and refused to serve the emperor, even if forced into the palace. She provided several solutions.”
“Combined, these formulas made the emperor believe he’d enjoyed me in his dreams while actually knocking him unconscious. For decades, I never slept in the main chamber—always the side room. No one ever noticed~.”
She clutched her robes over her chest, relieved at her friend’s ingenuity.
“But to maintain appearances—and reduce ‘summons’—I arranged for a willing maid to take my place. The maid became pregnant, while I faked pregnancy using a pulse-altering drug.”
“Later, the maid gave birth to a girl—A’Yao—then died in a ‘snowslide accident.’”
“A’Yao became my ‘natural-born’ princess.”
“Since she was sickly and couldn’t tolerate normal medicine, I took a lactation-stimulating drug.”
Her expression turned rueful.
“Unfortunately, I forgot to ask Lanxin for the antidote. When she later died unexpectedly, I couldn’t bring myself to seek help for such a private matter. So… it continued.”
“Perhaps because the emperor’s ‘dreams’ felt ordinary, he gradually lost interest—even with my unchanged beauty. A happy accident.”
Everything made sense now.
“And now? What are your plans?” he asked.
Danyu Yuruo blushed. “Naturally, I’ll follow you. If you stay here, I’ll remain as an elder.”
“Hmm.” He tilted his head. “If Duanmu Yao isn’t yours, why care so much?”
“At first, she was just a shield. But over time, watching that little girl grow up at my knee… I developed real affection.”
“Now, I truly see her as my daughter.”
“So you’re the ‘wonderful mother’ stealing her daughter’s man?” Ning Chen deadpanned.
The mood shattered. Danyu Yuruo turned crimson.
“And doing it right in front of her, too. So enthusiastic.”
“P-please, don’t say more!”
Ning Chen smirked. “Worst of all? She calls me ‘Daddy.’ And you just did too. So what’s your relationship now?”
Danyu Yuruo wished the ground would swallow her.
What a failure of a mother!
“Should I arrange a mother-daughter reunion someday?” Ning Chen mused. “That’d be… lively.”
Far more exciting than the master-disciple confrontation.
If A’Yao found out, how could she face her?
What could she possibly say?
She couldn’t become that kind of mother.
At least not in A’Yao’s eyes!
“Senior, I’ll do anything else—just don’t tell her!” she begged.
Ning Chen shrugged. “Easy solution.”
“What?!” She clung to this lifeline.
“You weren’t caught this time. Just don’t come again.”
Her refusal was instant.
Life without him? Unthinkable.
But her lack of restraint made her flush.
When he raised his hand, she eagerly pressed her cheek into his palm. He gave it two light pats.
“Tsk. Offer you a way out, and you refuse. Seems you’re determined to be a terrible mother.”
“I—I—!” Dizzy with shame, she finally gasped:
“I am a terrible mother!”
But one line remained.
“Do with me as you will—just keep A’Yao in the dark.”
Her daughter’s image of her must remain pure.
“And if today happens again?”
She hesitated. “…I’ll just give A’Yao more sleeping draught next time.”
What a stellar parent.
When he stayed silent, Danyu Yuruo rubbed her damp thighs together.
Her unique physique had lain dormant for decades—but now? Even after being filled, emptiness quickly returned.
Especially after their taboo conversation.
Her resolve was firm, but her body thrived on the forbidden thrill.
The once-elegant noblewoman had become this debauched creature.
Yet she reveled in it.
Licking her lips, she whispered:
Ning Chen understood perfectly.
“Keep going until you collapse. On your own.”
By noon, the Demon-Sealing Tower’s door creaked open.
A graceful figure in plain robes stumbled out.
She fell once, scrambled up, and hurried—unsteadily—toward Duanmu Yao’s residence.