"You are responsible for Sister eating..." Ying BoKong couldn't help but chuckle, finding the little girl delightfully fierce in his heart.
Dugu Xiaoyi froze, thinking hard for a long time before suddenly asking, "Responsible for Sister? No, this... that... is eating this meal the same as taking off clothes?"
Everyone staggered, thinking this little girl was unbelievably naive. There were truly no words for it.
"Big milk! If you don't take off your clothes, how can you cook the raw rice into cooked rice?" Dongfang Wendao's wide-eyed expression seemed ready to lecture and provide some foundational education. After all, as an uncle, if his nephew hadn't tasted such a prize, he himself was anxious and wanted to give him a hint so that the nephew could have a taste next time!
But before he could say anything, he was kicked flying by Dongfang Wenqing: "Get lost! You're a grown man, how can you say such things? Don't you know to be discreet? Don't poison the child's mind!"
But Dugu Xiaoyi was already standing foolishly in the clearing, stunned. After a long while, two lines of tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks. She plopped onto the ground and began to wail hysterically, incomparably heartbroken. "Wuwu... I don't want to live anymore; I was hungry, wuwu! So all my efforts were for them to cook the raw rice into cooked rice... wuwu...."
The crowd broke out in a collective sweat again...
The sun slowly slanted westward, yet no one had emerged from the tent. Faint sounds could still be heard, making the five people anxious again. As for Dugu Xiaoyi, she had cried herself out of strength and sat there blankly.
"No way?" Ying BoKong glanced impatiently at the tent. "Sounds are a good thing, proving both are alright, but why so long? It's a bit too outrageous, isn't it?"
Dongfang Wenqing pursed his lips, somewhat embarrassed, and said nothing. Dongfang Wenjian turned his head away, remaining silent as if he hadn't heard. Dongfang Wendao smacked his lips, his face twitching slightly, muttering, "Even if they took medicine, they shouldn't be this vigorous?... I'm feeling a bit inadequate...."
After another long stretch, the moon was high in the sky.
Finally, the tent fell silent. The five great masters stood far away like carved wooden statues, all covered in a thin sheen of dew, fatigue etched between their brows.
The time had truly been too long.... This Lord Jun, even if he had taken medicine... he truly could persist too long... What was to be done?
Jun Wuyi’s face was filled with worry as he looked towards the tent. He longed for the two inside to emerge quickly, yet he didn't know how to handle the situation, fearing that if one of them couldn't endure... what then??
After all, this incident happened by some strange turn of fate, a coincidence, and no one was prepared. While Guan Qinghan was certainly the innocent victim, wasn't Jun Moxie also a victim swept up unknowingly? The most unexpected part was that the perpetrator and the cause of this entire affair turned out to be Dugu Xiaoyi...
This made everyone speechless.
Such a tangled web of connections made Jun Wuyi's head spin thrice over.
But... who could be blamed for this? Blame Dugu Xiaoyi?
Yes, as the instigator, she was undeniably the primary culprit, but her initial intention was only for the man she loved, and it was an unintentional mistake born from complete ignorance. The little girl now knew she had caused great trouble, and tears never ceased in her eyes. How could anyone bear to scold her harshly?
And then there was Qinghan. When Moxie lost his reason, he only knew how to take. But Qinghan possessed martial arts skills and certainly had the ability to resist. Yet, she didn't even cry out for help. What did that imply? She must have noticed Moxie's abnormality, perhaps even sensed the presence of the poison, and endured everything silently to save Moxie.
If not for Qinghan's sacrifice, who knew what would have become of Moxie, who was poisoned by the aphrodisiac? Now, in essence, Guan Qinghan sacrificed her chastity, which was an immense kindness to the entire Jun Family!
So, what was her status now? It was so ambiguous. How should the Jun Family explain this? Or rather, how should they treat her?
This was another headache.
It seemed Guan Qinghan's status had to be proclaimed to the world as soon as possible; it was urgent and could not be delayed...
Third Master thought through the chaotic possibilities, unable to settle on a decision, but the others had far simpler concerns. Take the three Dongfang brothers; they only cared if Jun Moxie would ultimately be fine. As long as their nephew was okay in the end, that was all that mattered. Right, so what if he gained another sister-in-law? Our family has wealth and food; can we not support her? We can support a thousand or eight hundred more!!
More wives simply meant more future generations, so having a few extra was a great thing. That girl in the tent, that Guan girl, they had to keep her. And this little girl outside, who dared to think and act, and take responsibility—they wanted her too. As Moxie's direct uncle, how could he not have this say?
After an unknown amount of time... Jun Moxie slowly awoke, feeling unusually refreshed all over. The lingering afterglow of that feeling of heavenly bliss after the explosion seemed to still echo in his mind. He paused briefly, then fully regained consciousness.
The Young Master shook his head and slowly recalled the events leading up to this, letting out a soft groan. Just as he was about to sit up, his movement was met by a soft, delicate moan of extreme pain right beside him....
Jun Moxie turned his head upon hearing the sound and was instantly shocked!
A cool, refined, and incomparably beautiful face, exuding profound agony, lay weakly beside him. There were no clothes left on her body; her snow-white skin was covered in patches of purple, likely all the result of his earlier rampage... If it were only this, Young Master Jun might not have been so surprised, but the shock intensified because this woman was Guan Qinghan!!!
At that moment, Jun Moxie was