The women all carefully backed out, and Qing Niang, who was walking last, hesitated slightly before gently closing the door. Eighteen fox maidens guarded around, while Gui Ji and others, exhausted in spirit, returned to their rooms. Only Shi’er silently approached her mother.
“Mother, why did you leave the third young master in the lady’s room?”
The Fox Queen was not surprised at all by Shi’er’s perceptiveness. She instinctively glanced around and motioned for quiet before whispering with a grin, “Dear, your mother is just thinking of everyone’s best interests! Think about it—if Shuling still held those rigid human notions, would she allow us fox spirits to remain by the master’s side? Only when she and the master… hehe, will we all have a good life ahead!”
A swirl of mist surrounded Xuan Fu, and a supreme jade-like bosom appeared in the air. “Hmm, what you say makes sense, Mother, but won’t the lady and the third young master blame us later for scheming like this?”
“Giggles… Shi’er, don’t you want to see some fun unfold?”
“Hehehe… Mother sees right through me again!”
The fox mother and daughter laughed like blooming flowers, and their uniquely uninhibited fox aura added a sultry charm to the Qiao family mansion.
“Ah…”
A long, soft moan echoed from behind the gauze curtains. Shuling, the Lady Qiao, slowly opened her eyes. As her consciousness stirred, pain mingled with weakness surged into her mind. Though the deadly danger had passed, the fire poison in her body was not something that could be dispelled in just a day or two—after all, she wasn’t born with the Ten Yang Body!
Her beautiful eyes refocused, and the haze in her gaze quickly cleared. A familiar yet strange face came into view.
She naturally knew Qiao San’s face intimately, but the Qiao San sleeping before her felt unfamiliar. Gone was his wild vigor, his unrestrained roguishness, replaced by a serene, innocent expression. For a moment, Shuling’s eyes fluttered with emotion, as if she were seeing the young Xiao Qiao nestled in her arms, playfully clinging to her.
A subtle shift in her thoughts transformed the anger in her eyes into tenderness and joy. Waves of maternal love surged within her, and instinctively, she wanted to smooth the tousled hair from young Qiao’s brow.
Her jade-like hand paused midway, reality crashing back into Shuling’s heart. The illusion of little Qiao quickly grew, his cuteness transforming into mischief, the scholar turning rogue. The fully revived Lady Qiao finally let out a deep sigh, “Ah…”
Before her lament over fate’s cruel joke could fade, Qiao San blissfully awoke from his slumber. By habit, he stretched his limbs, immediately brushing against something soft. The rogue turned his head and met his mother’s calm gaze head-on.
“Ahh, Mother, I…” Lightning struck his mind, and Qiao San turned into a clumsy fool once more.
“Son, you did this to help me heal. Don’t blame yourself.”
To his surprise, Lady Qiao actually defended him. Then, shifting the topic, she revealed her true meaning, “Son, you’ve probably guessed by now—the Ghost Sutra has the power to resurrect. I’ve returned to life now. The Shuling before was just an illusion, not real. What I want you to understand is that you must separate me from Shuling. Do you understand?”
Qiao San indeed thought carefully for a moment, then gazed at Lady Qiao’s classical beauty for a while before obediently responding, “Mother, I understand!”
With that, Lady Qiao’s anxious heart finally eased, but to her dismay, her son added an unnecessary sentence.
“Mother, I know—those past things were done by Shuling, not you!”
“Hmph!” A blush of shame and indignation instantly rose on Shuling’s pale cheeks. Could their past really be described so simply as “helping”? A flash of crimson memory passed, and Lady Qiao, unable to bear it, assumed a mother’s stern demeanor and scolded him.
Heaven and earth knew, Qiao San truly hadn’t meant to embarrass his mother, but regret came too late. He could only slink out the door in shame.
“Sigh!” Lady Qiao was both amused and helpless, watching her son’s flustered back disappear. She shook her head in resignation, then suddenly stiffened, involuntarily wondering, “Could my son really forget the past?!”
“Hush!” At that very moment, outside the room, the rogue also sighed deeply, pondering a similar question: Could his mother truly forget everything?
Though both Qiao San and Lady Qiao wished to avoid the past, the healing sessions were unavoidable, and each day brought another cycle of awkwardness and intimacy.
“Mother, please lie down properly!”
Qiao San’s expression was ever-shifting. Gazing at the graceful curves before him, he dared not even entertain a single impure thought.
“Yes, Son, today I feel the fire poison has receded a bit. Don’t be nervous—just treat me like any other patient.”
Lady Qiao spoke calmly, but the slight tremble of her fingers betrayed her emotions. Her mature form lay prone on the bed. Too many clothes would hinder the meridian therapy, so she wore only light undergarments. In the copper mirror nearby, her lush curves were clearly visible.
“Mother, to completely remove the fire poison, I must guide the meridians. Son, I’ll begin now?”
He raised his palm several times, only to pull back each time. Lady Qiao also suddenly fell silent. Mother and son alike drifted into their own inner worlds, their thoughts churning, lingering in memory without returning.
In the inn beneath the Nine Heavens’ thunder and lightning, in the palace’s secret chamber of wild passion, though Shuling and Qiao San had not truly consummated their relationship, they were certainly no strangers to each other’s bodies.
Alas… such is fate, such is the cruelty of destiny! Shuling had truly become a woman, yet she was now Qiao San’s mother.
The silence was awkward and unbearable. Fortunately, the cursed Yin Fire Poison still had one redeeming quality: when the wild force surged through Lady Qiao’s organs, her pained groan finally gave Qiao San the resolve to act.
“Mother, today I’ll start by removing the poison from your arm meridians. Forgive me!”
Before the words fully left his mouth, Qiao San’s palm had already landed on Lady Qiao’s shoulder. His stiff hand applied too much force, creating a slapping sound.
Although Lady Qiao’s body was slender, she was not bony. As Qiao San pressed down, his spiritual power had yet to emerge when a soft, delicate sensation instead slipped into his palm.
“Ah!” Almost simultaneously, a sigh escaped both the rogue son’s lips and the beautiful mother’s heart.
Though only an instant passed, countless thoughts surged through both mother and son. They had long since touched each other before, but even their most intense, intimate moments had never been as thrilling as this fleeting second.
So, true pleasure is indeed governed by the heart. Indeed—taboo is truly irresistible!
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