Tingquan Small House.

Zhu Nanzhi hurried out from the house, like a little cat following a scent, and fell straight into Lu Jin'an's arms: "Hus..."

Before she could finish saying "band", she furrowed her gentle brows and leaned in to sniff Lu Jin'an...

The aroma was gentle, like the scent of gardenias.

This is... the fragrance Master has!

Zhu Nanzhi looked up at Lu Jin'an with suspicion and asked, "Hasn't Aunt Pei changed back?"

"She has," Lu Jin'an wrapped an arm around her shoulders and chuckled softly, "But maybe after being Aunt Ruo for so long, the scent hasn't faded yet."

"I see..."

Zhu Nanzhi didn't really doubt it, after all, her husband couldn't have spent the night alone with Master.

It's just that smelling Master's fragrance on her husband felt a little odd, reminding her of that dream she had.

Lu Jin'an observed Zhu Nanzhi's expression without showing his thoughts, feeling relieved. He had originally wanted to disperse Aunt Ruo's fragrance, but on second thought, not doing so better demonstrated his 'uprightness'.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Jin'an asked softly.

Zhu Nanzhi tilted her head and looked at Lu Jin'an, then suddenly moved closer to his ear and whispered, "Did Aunt Pei leave Master's fragrance on purpose?"

Lu Jin'an considered before saying, "Probably not, she was just wary of Aunt Ruo, so she might have forgotten."

"And you, husband?" Zhu Nanzhi's eyes sparkled as she looked at him, "Do you find it thrilling?"

Lu Jin'an's breath caught, and Zhu Nanzhi's lips curled into a smile as she drew circles on his chest with her finger, "If you find it thrilling, maybe I should secretly wear Master's clothes next time, would you like that?"

Listening to Zhu Nanzhi, Lu Jin'an almost blurted out a once-famous phrase, "You're so naughty."

Holding back the words, he frowned at Zhu Nanzhi, "Stop talking nonsense; it's you I like, not Aunt Ruo."

Zhu Nanzhi giggled, "Isn't it just for fun? Doesn't my husband enjoy me dressing up as the pure, innocent Holy Daughter, then watching as the Holy Maiden falls from grace?"

"That's different," Lu Jin'an flicked her forehead, "If you really dressed as Aunt Ruo, it wouldn't feel right at all.

How did you come up with this idea?"

Zhu Nanzhi's gaze wavered, the dream realm she had once made her wonder: if she and Master were together, would her husband be thrilled?

After all, both she and Master had flawless constitutions.

If her husband could also win over Master...the future Sect Master of Wandao Sect would be even more impressive~ 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Zhu Nanzhi giggled a couple of times but quickly gathered herself, "It was just because I smelled Master's fragrance on you that I suggested it. If you don't like it, I won't mention it again."

She felt she was being too presumptive; Master's Forget Love Path carried the weight of the world, how could she like her husband?

Moreover, with Master's traditional conservative nature, how could she compete with a disciple for a man?

Besides, her husband wasn't the type who'd stray at the sight of a woman~

Lu Jin'an smiled and pinched her cheek, "You do sound like a little wife harboring grievances."

"No such thing," Zhu Nanzhi pinched his arm, "I just want you to be happier~"

"I'm already very happy."

As Lu Jin'an spoke, he glanced at Zhiyu, who had reverted to its original form in mid-air, wondering if the 'impact' from the dream realm staged with Aunt Ruo was quite significant for Nanzhi.

His little wife seemed inclined to pair him with Aunt Ruo.

But, of course, he couldn't agree, after all, he had an agreement with Aunt Ruo, and...secretly nurturing a connection with Aunt Ruo was indeed quite enjoyable.

Musing, Lu Jin'an added, "After Zhiyu passes the tribulation, Master and I plan to return to Wandao Sect, would you go?"

"I won't," Zhu Nanzhi shook her head, "Now that my Forget Love Path has stabilized, I too plan to close-door cultivate, I don't want to fall too far behind you."

Lu Jin'an nodded with a tease, "By the next time we meet, I might already be an Immortal."

Zhu Nanzhi's eyes brightened, openly displaying her adoration and admiration for him.

His little wife knew just how to provide emotional value, and just seeing her expression made him almost want to push her onto a table, watching her plead while still eager...

"Closed-door cultivation is good." Lu Jin'an whispered into her ear, "It reminds me of something my grandma used to say."

"What did she say?"

Lu Jin'an cleared his throat and whispered, "From a young age, Grandma taught me: dreaming of inheriting the family business is a fantasy. Good things come from hard work; a bright future awaits you."

"Grandma was right," Zhu Nanzhi agreed, nodding.

A gleam of amusement crossed Lu Jin'an's eyes, as he continued to play, "This is actually a hidden acrostic poem."

Poem?

How could it be a poem?

Zhu Nanzhi blinked but instinctively connected the head and tail of her husband's words, then with flushed cheeks scolded lightly, "Husband, you're so naughty~"

"Where's the naughtiness? I was clearly praising you," Lu Jin'an slyly moved his arm enveloped in her warmth.

Zhu Nanzhi lightly bit her lip, "I can't compare to Qingyue, much less Aunt Pei..."

"Oh, smooth talker." Lu Jin'an said with a grin.

This immediately prompted a coquettish protest from Zhu Nanzhi, just as she was about to speak, a light cough sounded from the sky.

Lu Jin'an and Zhu Nanzhi instinctively looked up to see the Supreme Elder of Qingmiao Palace, Zhai Qiuye, with a slightly displeased expression.

The surrounding elders and disciples, who helped watch Zhiyu, each feigned indifference, but their demeanor already indicated that they had heard.

Lu Jin'an and Zhu Nanzhi hadn't used voice transmission.

Zhu Nanzhi, like an ostrich, snuggled into Lu Jin'an's embrace, feeling a bit embarrassed being overheard by so many elders and senior sisters from the Palace.