If you have the guts to steal my man, then have the guts to open the door

Time flew by, and another hundred years passed.

During this century, Ye Jiuzhou lived in seclusion within the Sword God Palace, refusing to see any outside visitors.

The massive palace was shrouded in an invisible layer of oppression all day long, so much so that even the serving disciples dared not make a sound when walking.

This once world-dominating Sword God had an increasingly violent and unpredictable temper.

On this day, in the rear hall of the Sword God Palace.

Ye Jiuzhou looked at his wife, Shen Qingshuang, who was serving him tea, but felt nothing but annoyance in his heart.

Shen Qingshuang was very beautiful.

She possessed the gentle and graceful features that women in the world envied the most, and her every movement showed the elegance of a lady from a noble family. She was the perfect Dao companion in the eyes of the world.

But the gentler she was, the guiltier Ye Jiuzhou felt. This guilt of owing someone but being unable to repay them had fermented and spoiled under hundreds of years of suppression, ultimately turning into unreasonable annoyance.

"How much longer are you going to pretend?"

Ye Jiuzhou coldly waved away the teacup. The boiling tea splashed onto the back of Shen Qingshuang's hand, instantly leaving a red mark on her fair skin.

"I don't love you, and you know I don't love you. What's the point of this marriage in name only?"

Shen Qingshuang's body trembled, and the hand holding the tea dropped to her side.

She lowered her head, tears swirling in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall:

"Husband... Qingshuang only wants to fulfill her duty as a wife..."

"Duty?"

Ye Jiuzhou sneered, stood up, and looked down at her condescendingly:

"I'll give you freedom. Let's divorce. You can take half of the resources of the Sword God Palace and go wherever you want, with whoever you want."

"Just don't wander in front of my eyes, don't let me see this face that brings pain to both of us."

"Divorce..."

Shen Qingshuang suddenly looked up, her eyes full of despair:

"Ye Jiuzhou! I married you for hundreds of years, managed the household for you, and appeased the clan elders for you! It's one thing that you have that man in your heart, but now you want to divorce me for him?"

"What do you take me for? I am Shen Qingshuang! I have dignity too!"

After saying that, Shen Qingshuang covered her face and cried bitterly, turning around and rushing out of the hall. Her clothes knocked over the tea set on the table, and the crisp and piercing sound of shattering porcelain echoed in the empty hall for a long time.

Ye Jiuzhou watched her back, feeling no ripples in his heart, even feeling a trace of relief.

"It's good that she's gone... Now that she's gone, it's peaceful."

However, this peace didn't even last for half a day.

In the evening, just as the twilight pressed against the glazed tiles on the roof of the hall, a trusted shadow guard rushed into the hall with a panicked expression. He knelt on the ground, trembling:

"Palace... Palace Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Ye Jiuzhou was wiping his sword, not even raising his head: "What are you panicking about?"

"Madam... After Madam went down the mountain, she didn't return to her maiden home, but... but went to the Southern Border."

The shadow guard swallowed hard, his voice as thin as a mosquito:

"Spies report that Madam... Madam seems to have cheated."

"Cheated?"

Ye Jiuzhou paused his movements, then continued wiping his sword with an indifferent expression:

"So be it. I wronged her first. If she can find a good man, it's her good fortune."

He casually threw out a jade slip: "Go, draft a divorce letter for her, and fulfill her wish."

The shadow guard knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, and braced himself to say:

"But... But Palace Master... The spy said that the person Madam cheated with... is... is Ye Xuan!"

Crack.

The thousand-year spirit teacup in Ye Jiuzhou's hand instantly turned into powder.

The temperature in the entire hall plummeted to the freezing point. Even the flames on the candlesticks in the corners were suppressed by this chill, almost going out.

Ye Jiuzhou abruptly turned his head. Those originally indifferent dead fish eyes were now staring wide open, burning with a rage sufficient to incinerate the Ninth Heaven.

"What... did you say?"

"That bitch... Who did she find?"

"Ye... Ye Xuan..."

"Bastard!"

Boom!

The roof of the Sword God Palace's main hall was directly blown off by a soaring sword aura. Shattered tiles scattered like a rainstorm, and dozens of thick beams cracked inch by inch.

Ye Jiuzhou completely exploded.

If Shen Qingshuang had found another man, he could have generously blessed her, even personally preparing a dowry for her. But who did she find?

It was Ye Xuan!

It was the Ye Xuan he longed for, loved but couldn't have, and treated as his forbidden fruit!

"Shen Qingshuang! You bitch!"

Ye Jiuzhou trembled all over with anger, completely losing his reason.

At this moment, his aloof and cold Sword God image was completely gone, replaced by a jealous, red-eyed shrew:

"How dare you steal my man?"

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Southern Border, in front of the bamboo house where Ye Xuan lived in seclusion.

The originally quiet and elegant emerald bamboo forest was now enveloped by a violently extreme malevolent aura. The birds and beasts within a hundred miles had long fled cleanly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ye Jiuzhou crazily smashed the bamboo door without any image, his spiritual power shaking the entire bamboo house, and cracks appeared on the door panel. His posture was exactly like a legitimate wife coming to catch her cheating husband:

"Shen Qingshuang! Get out here!"

"You have the guts to steal a man, you have the guts to open the door!"

"Don't hide inside and stay silent! I know you're in there!"

"Open the door!"

This scene left the accompanying Sword God Palace disciples dumbfounded, their worldviews shattered.

Is... is this still the aloof, arrogant, and imperious Sword God Palace Master?

No matter how you look at it, this looks like a resentful woman in the mortal realm throwing a tantrum because her husband was stolen!

"Creak!"

The door opened.

Shen Qingshuang walked out with red eyes, tear stains still remaining in the corners of her eyes.

She looked at the furiously jumping Ye Jiuzhou at the door, her eyes containing both pleasure and sorrow: Pleasure because it turned out he could also be anxious and feel pain. Sorrow because this anxiety and pain were ultimately not because of her.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" Shen Qingshuang said coldly.

"Me making a scene?"

Ye Jiuzhou pointed at his nose and roared exasperatedly:

"What were you doing inside? A lone man and a lone woman, sharing a room! Are you being fair to me?"

He bypassed Shen Qingshuang and glared fiercely inside the house:

"Ye Xuan! Get out here! Do you have no shame? Don't you understand that a friend's wife is off-limits?"

Shen Qingshuang looked at his appearance and suddenly laughed.

Laughing with incomparable sarcasm.

"Ye Jiuzhou, you are truly pathetic."

"Weren't you indifferent to me? Didn't you want to divorce me? What, now you know how to be anxious?"

She glared fiercely at Ye Jiuzhou, then flicked her sleeve, turning into a streak of light and leaving without looking back:

"Don't worry, I don't care to pick up the trash you treat as a treasure!"

Shen Qingshuang left.

Ye Jiuzhou stood frozen in place, stunned by her scolding, opening his mouth but unable to utter half a word.

Until a familiar and plain voice came from inside the house:

"Big brother, come in."

Ye Jiuzhou took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging jealousy and killing intent in his heart, and walked into the bamboo house with a dark face.

The furnishings inside were simple. A bamboo table, bamboo chairs, and a bamboo bed.

There was only a pot of clear tea and two cups.

There were no traces of romance at all.

Ye Xuan sat by the window, the moonlight outlining his thin silhouette. His expression was as calm as water, only his head full of white hair appeared exceptionally glaring in the moonlight.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

The chirping of the insects outside the window suddenly seemed exceptionally loud.

After a long while, Ye Jiuzhou finally spoke in a mocking tone:

"What? Are you trying to take revenge on me? By using such a cheap trick as sleeping with my wife?"

"It is a pity you miscalculated. I do not love that woman, Shen Qingshuang, at all. Even if you slept with her a hundred times, I would not shed a single tear."

Despite what he said, his eyes remained glued to the bed, searching for any signs of rumpled sheets, completely exposing the panic in his heart.

Ye Xuan picked up his teacup and took a gentle sip, his gaze cold and clear:

"Brother, put away those filthy thoughts of yours."

"I would never be as despicable as you."

"Sister-in-law only came to me to pour out her grievances. I comforted her with a few words, and that was it. Everything between us is perfectly innocent."

Upon hearing this.

Ye Jiuzhou's anxious heart finally settled back into his chest.

Immediately afterward, an uncontrollable surge of joy welled up within him.

He did not touch her!

He still has me in his heart.