Marital Discord

In a corner of the main hall, a pair of eyes was fixed on the scene on the high platform.

There stood a woman wearing a rough cloth skirt, yet her peerless elegance still shone through.

Her name was Shen Qingshuang. She used to be the high - ranking mistress of the Sword God Palace and the envy of countless female cultivators in the entire Central Continent.

This was because her former husband was the awe - inspiring and overbearing "First Sword Emperor" - Ye Jiuhuang.

In Shen Qingshuang's memory, Ye Jiuhuang always appeared in men's clothing, with snow - white clothes and a sword aura that soared into the sky.

Ye Jiuhuang was the perfect and peerless hero in her heart, the one she was willing to entrust her whole life to.

Even later when she discovered that her "husband" was actually a woman, Shen Qingshuang never showed the slightest bit of disgust.

She silently kept this secret and became a nominal Taoist partner with Ye Jiuhuang, only to stay by the side of this peerless sword emperor.

But now?

Shen Qingshuang's fingernails dug deeply into the flesh of her palm. Blood dripped down through her fingers onto the cold floor tiles, yet she felt no pain at all. Because her heart had already been shredded by the scene before her eyes.

That once unyielding and proud "husband", that Ye Jiuhuang whom she regarded as her lifelong belief, at this moment, had shed all her pretense and pride. Like the most despicable dog, she was kneeling at Ye Xuan's feet in a transparent gauze, wagging her tail and begging for mercy!

Looking at Ye Jiuhuang's obsequious face that showed ecstasy at Ye Xuan's simple words of "not bad", Shen Qingshuang felt a wave of nausea in her stomach. An unprecedented sense of nausea and despair completely engulfed her.

"Ye Jiuhuang... What have you made of our former dignity and my love?!"

Shen Qingshuang let out a shrill scream in her heart.

After her heart turned to ashes, a cold and twisted fire of revenge, like a venomous snake, burned wildly in her eyes.

Since you, Ye Jiuhuang, have abandoned all dignity to please this demon for the sake of love; since you are willing to be his plaything, then I will personally destroy what you care about the most! I will let you taste what it's like to be betrayed and humiliated by the closest person!

Shen Qingshuang looked down at the humiliating clothing on her body that represented a "concubine - in - waiting", and a sad and crazy sneer curled up on her lips.

As night fell, the entire Sword God Palace was enveloped in a depressing silence.

Behind the Taie Main Hall was the Nine Nether Demon Dragon Pavilion, which was Ye Xuan's current bedroom. The hall was filled with the fragrance of spiritual incense, and the flickering candle flames cast the luxurious furnishings in an uncertain light.

Ye Xuan was half - wrapped in a dark - gold robe, sitting cross - legged on the huge dragon bed carved from ten - thousand - year - old warm jade, closing his eyes and refining the huge cultivation base he had devoured during the day.

"Creak!"

The heavy hall door was gently pushed open from the outside.

Accompanied by a very faint sound of footsteps, a graceful figure slowly walked into the hall.

Ye Xuan didn't even open his eyes. He just curled his lips into a sinister sneer and said indifferently, "What are you up to?"

The person who came was Shen Qingshuang.

She had already taken off the rough cloth skirt she wore during the day and put on a red gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing. Her snow - white skin was faintly visible behind the red gauze. Her originally cold and noble temperament now carried a kind of desperate and tragic beauty like a moth flying into the fire.

Shen Qingshuang walked up to the dragon bed and stared directly at Ye Xuan, who was sitting with his eyes closed. She took a deep breath and said in a cold voice with almost no intonation,

"Since I'm your concubine - in - waiting, I naturally have to fulfill my duties."

Hearing this, Ye Xuan finally slowly opened his eyes.

His deep, abyss - like eyes sized up Shen Qingshuang in front of him, as if sizing up an interesting trophy.

Once a peak - level Mahayana - stage powerhouse and the high - ranking mistress of the Sword God Palace, her status, position, and cultivation were enough to make male cultivators in the entire universe feel ashamed of themselves.

But now, this once unattainable fairy was willing to lower her status, wear such clothes, and climb into the bed of her sect - destroying enemy in the middle of the night.

Ye Xuan naturally knew what was going on in Shen Qingshuang's mind.

"Good."

Ye Xuan nodded slightly, and a cruel and playful look flashed in his eyes. He stretched out a finger and gently hooked it. "Then serve me well."

Shen Qingshuang's delicate body trembled violently.

When she actually reached this point, the humiliation and pain in her heart still engulfed her like a tsunami.

It was her innocence that she had guarded for over ten thousand years, the purity that she had fantasized about countless times to offer to Ye Jiuhuang on their wedding night.

However, thinking of Ye Jiuhuang's disgusting and obsequious appearance during the day, the tears in Shen Qingshuang's eyes were instantly evaporated by endless hatred.

"Yes, master."

Shen Qingshuang slowly knelt down on the edge of the couch and untied the ribbon of the red gauze...

In the hall, the flickering candle flames projected two overlapping figures on the wall.

Accompanied by a stifled scream of pain, a hot tear rolled down Shen Qingshuang's cheek.

Pain.

The heart - wrenching pain spread from her body to her soul. This was not only because of the domineering nature of the cultivation technique, but also because her faith and dignity were completely crushed into powder at this moment.

But in the midst of this extreme pain, a nearly perverted and vengeful sense of pleasure germinated in Shen Qingshuang's heart.

"Ye Jiuhuang, do you see? The man you've been longing to please, before you even had the chance to climb into his bed, I've already done it first!"

"You treated me like a disposable piece of garbage, and I'll trample on what you care about the most!"

Shen Qingshuang bit down hard on Ye Xuan's shoulder, even drawing blood. She was falling crazily into the abyss of despair, turning all her pain into actions of compliance.

An hour later.

The storm in the bedroom finally subsided.

Shen Qingshuang slumped limply on the wide dragon bed. Her long hair was scattered messily, and there were still unshed tears at the corners of her eyes. But on her face, there was a creepy and sickly happy smile.

She carefully pulled out a white silk handkerchief from under her body. In the center of the silk handkerchief, there was a glaring bloodstain like a blooming red plum.

It was the proof of her purity for over a thousand years, and also the sharpest blade for her to pierce Ye Jiuhuang's heart.

Shen Qingshuang tightly clutched the blood - stained silk handkerchief in her hand, and then, like a docile cat, nestled happily in Ye Xuan's broad and strong chest.

"Master..." Shen Qingshuang's voice was as charming as if it could drip water, with a trace of laziness after the act of love.

Just then.

"Boom!"

The bedroom door was suddenly smashed open with an extremely violent force!

A terrifying killing intent that could freeze thousands of miles swept through the entire hall like a hurricane. Even the ten - thousand - year - old merman candles in the hall were instantly suppressed to only a tiny spark the size of a soybean.

"Who dares to break into the master's bedroom without permission?"

Outside the door, came Ye Jiuhuang's cold voice filled with rage and killing intent.

She had originally come tonight bearing a carefully prepared bowl of Ten-Tonic Divine Soup, intending to curry favor with Ye Xuan. She had even steeled herself to offer him her body. But the moment she reached the entrance to the hall, she sensed that something was wrong inside.

When Ye Jiuhuang stormed into the inner hall with her sword in hand and murderous intent blazing in her eyes, the scene on the imperial bed came into view.

She stood frozen in place, as though struck by lightning.

“Clatter.”

The white jade soup bowl in her hands fell to the floor and shattered, the scalding divine soup splashing everywhere.

Ye Jiuhuang’s pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints. She stared fixedly at Shen Qingshuang, who was nestled in Ye Xuan’s arms with her clothes in disarray—and at the bloodstained silk handkerchief in Shen Qingshuang’s hand, which was painfully conspicuous.

An indescribable fury, humiliation, and jealousy erupted at once, shattering the last defenses of Ye Jiuhuang’s reason.