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Bai Qiling walked into the room, holding a fresh piece of human skin.
Looking at the skin, which still seemed to have some blood on it, I always felt a strange discomfort each time. Although I knew that most of these skins were made from animal hides, having it stretched over my body was still unsettling.
Seeing him come in with the skin made me shiver intensely.
"What do you want to do?" I asked him.
He glanced at me, his expression akin to that of someone looking at an idiot.
"Of course, I'm going to put it on you. Otherwise, why would I bring it out?"
"You want me to disguise myself as part of the Cult of Spirits?" I inquired.
Mu Xuanche answered, "It's safer this way."
Every time they applied the skin, it took a good while.
I sat there, allowing Bai Qiling to smear and dab at my face. To avoid being discovered, he had to be extremely careful.
When someone finally shook me awake, I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the mirror—there was hardly a trace left of my original face.
What stared back was entirely that of a man; had it not been for my previous experiences, I would have been frightened.
Once my facial disguise was complete, it was time to change my body shape as well.
Now with a man's face, both my hairstyle and clothing needed to change too.
Initially, I thought about casually finding something to wear from Bai Qiling's collection, but Mu Xuanche wouldn't allow it; he insisted on dragging me back to the wooden cabin.
Upon returning to the cabin, he handed me a set of clothes.
My figure is quite noticeable, and Mu Xuanche is at least six feet tall, so the clothes in front of me couldn't possibly belong to him.
I asked him where these clothes came from.
He told me that he had just instructed someone to buy some larger children's clothing.
Larger children's clothing refers to outfits meant for older kids.
I took the clothes and changed in front of him; after spending so much time together, there was no need to feel shy anymore.
The outfit consisted of a simple men's shirt and casual pants.
Once I put on the clothes, I realized there was a problem.
Ever since giving birth to Chang'an, my bust size had increased significantly, and wearing this shirt made me feel like the buttons were about to pop off.
It was autumn, and the clothing was all single-layered, making it particularly obvious when I wore it.
I turned around, pointing at my chest, and asked Mu Xuanche what we should do about this.
To my surprise, his eyes were fixated on one point, slightly shining, with a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Seeing this, I knew things were going south. I hurriedly reminded him that there was still time.
Who would have thought that this Tyrannical Foolish Monarch would respond to me,
"I have plenty of time; naturally, I'll manage."
Before I could retort, his hand had already reached out.
The clothes I had just put on moments ago now lay on the floor.
He leaned over my chest and pushed me down onto the bed.
I was being tormented to the point of unbearable, gasping for breath as I urged him to restrain himself.
Unexpectedly, my plea only seemed to excite him further.
"Ah," I gasped in surprise as that damned bastard actually bit me.
"Are you insane? You're fighting with your son over this," I scolded him.
He looked at me with amusement. "Are you sure this belongs to your son and not to me? Everything has its order; I claimed this first, so why should it be his?"
I didn't know how to respond to him.
He always took pleasure in these kinds of disputes, and it was only during such moments that he would talk more.
"This is mine; it has nothing to do with you two," I said, crossing my arms defensively to prevent him from getting carried away.
He forcefully pushed my hands aside and leaned close to my ear, whispering with a hint of menace, "What’s mine is mine."
Just a single word that displeased him would lead to relentless torment.
I had no right to argue back; I could only bury my face in his chest, waiting for his next move.
Even after all this time, even after having a child, I still couldn't learn to actively please him.
Each time, I felt too shy. However, after enduring it for so long, my stamina had improved somewhat.
I could barely keep up with his rhythm now, enough not to faint halfway through and let him have his way.
Because there were things to attend to later, he didn't go too far today. After he released me, he let go and wrapped his arms around my waist, allowing me to rest on him for a moment.
"Wife, I'll let you off today. We'll have a proper time together another day," he said, causing my face to flush again. Annoyed, I punched him lightly on the arm.
"That's enough."
He turned back, leaning in to whisper in my ear while nibbling on my earlobe.
"Never enough."
If this continued, I would end up completely at his mercy once more. This guy never wanted me to go to the Cult of Spirits; perhaps he was using this method to keep me here.
Thinking of this, I endured the soreness throughout my body and pushed myself up to get dressed. He reached out again, climbing his hands up from my waist.
A wave of tingling sensations coursed through me, and I turned my head to give him a glare.
"You..."
Just one word of warning was enough; Mu Xuanche, who had been pampered by me, was in an exceptionally good mood now.
"Come on, Husband will help you," he said, using a piece of cloth to wrap tightly around my chest. Of course, during this time, I had lost count of how many times he had taken advantage of me, and I didn't even want to describe it anymore.
Dressed and standing in front of the mirror, I took a good look at myself. Bai Qiling's craftsmanship was indeed impressive; now I looked like an ordinary guy, indistinguishable from others, except for being a bit shorter.
"Really ugly," Mu Xuanche complained from the side.
Unable to openly curse him, I silently mocked him in my heart. The one who looked ugly had just been begging me tirelessly a moment ago.
Once ready, Mu Xuanche donned the face of the Island Master and led me out.
We didn't take the main sea route but set off from the other side of the island. As we approached the Cult of Spirits, I spotted a ship coming from afar.
I had once asked Mu Xuanche why he chose to keep things suspended on an island. He told me it was because islands were the most convenient. Moreover, a secluded island wouldn't easily attract attention, allowing for an escape at any moment if needed.
Finding someone in the vast ocean was indeed quite difficult. An island surrounded by water, without any connection to the mainland, was hard to encircle completely. This was his reason for choosing the location of Qilin Island, and it was also why the Spirit Sect Leader selected the Cult of Spirits.
I hadn't expected such coincidence; both chose locations in different parts of the sea.
As the two ships drew closer, Mu Xuanche took me aboard the other vessel.
On that ship, I saw the fake Mu Xuanche; it was his brother, Mu Yancheng.
I never expected Mu Xuanche to actually bring me to find him. It seemed he was truly invested in this.
You see, Mu Yancheng was a pawn that took a lot of effort to place. If I messed this up, it would be disastrous.
Mu Yancheng looked at me with a particularly cunning smile, feigning friendliness on the surface.
"Hey, is that Sister-in-law I see? Last time was my fault, and I apologize to you here."
He slapped me once and now offers me a piece of candy, thinking it would all be forgotten. Does he take me for a fool?
For the sake of tonight's matters, I could only swallow my anger and plan to teach this guy a lesson next time with Mu Xuanche.
"You’re too polite. Let bygones be bygones. I’ll need your help tonight," I said, hoping he understood my courtesy.
"The person is in your hands," Mu Xuanche instructed Mu Yancheng before turning to leave.
It wasn’t convenient for him to stay here for long; lingering would be bad for everyone involved.
I followed Mu Yancheng as we sat inside the boat. He kept trying to strike up a conversation with me.
"Hey, so you had a child with my brother, right? My nephew! When will you bring him to show me?"
Mu Xuanche had told me about the situation regarding Chang'an; it was crucial that no one else knew, as it could put Chang'an in danger.
When Mu Yancheng asked me this question, I kept my guard up and replied with a sorrowful expression, "Now that you mention it, I can hardly help but want to kill your brother."
He immediately looked anxious and asked what happened.
I told him that because Mu Xuanche didn’t show up last time when I infiltrated the Cult of Spirits, I lost the child.
He turned his head and looked at me seriously, examining my face as if trying to discern something from it.
I might not be good at many things, but acting was not one of them. I put on a face of pain and sorrow.
"Perhaps this child is just not meant to be with you. Since you can have children, you can try again next time."
I nodded, planning to stop the conversation to avoid revealing my true feelings.
Now, he was standing in front of me with a face that resembled Mu Xuanche, making me feel quite uncomfortable.
What was it about?
It was the awkward feeling of really liking this face, yet realizing that although it looked familiar, it had nothing to do with the person in my heart.
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