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Have you ever smelled the scent of Rotten Flesh? If not, you can ask the kitchen for a piece of raw meat, leave it in the sun for a few days, and then bury it in the ground for a while. If the weather is hot enough, you probably won't even need to dig it up; the smell will come out on its own.
Of course, your husband's scent isn't that exaggerated, but it's not far off either. Fortunately for you women in the backyard, you lack Inner Strength; otherwise, how could you possibly get through being intimate under this quilt?
You're talking nonsense! It's not like there aren't young men at home; they aren't Warriors either. According to your logic, I should be able to smell something, right? But in reality, even when I walk past them closely, I don't smell anything at all.
Oh? How did you suddenly get a bit smarter? Sang Qingxiao rolled her eyes and continued to tease. Between a Runner and a Moving Person, whose body would smell more? Naturally, it's the Runner because they sweat more.
And what about an Inner Strength User versus one who doesn't have Inner Strength? The one with Inner Strength would smell more, of course. Although Warriors often practice Inner Strength while sitting still, their bodies are quite lively inside. Every time they circulate their energy, all parts of their body work together quickly; the faster they operate, the more they consume, and thus the stronger the scent.
Moreover, External Smell can be washed away, but Inner Smell cannot be cleansed.
Sigh, I didn't want to discuss this with you as it might shatter your illusions about a Beautiful Life. But who told you to question my Desire for your husband just now?
Rest assured, I truly look down on him and have no desire to share the same space with him. Out of courtesy, I always have to suppress my disgust; it's really too difficult.
The He Chuan Princess's mind was turned into a mush by Sang Qingxiao's words. From the strange expression on her face, it was clear that her inner thoughts were starting to waver.
Sang Qingxiao planned to continue teasing her a bit more when a furious shout startled both of them.
Tsk, too caught up in playing!
Oh no, I was still tightly gripping He Chuan's arm! I forgot; I got so carried away that I've given someone ammunition against me.
Sang Qingxiao turned to look at Qi Hao and the group behind him—there were Madam and Qi Xiao Kun as well as his guards, but no other outsiders.
"Miss Sang," Qi Hao said sternly, "I sincerely invite you to visit the Qi Family as a guest. How could you dare to beat my Rear Courtyard wives? That's truly despicable!"
Sang Qingxiao feigned confusion. "Oh? Were you inviting me? I had no idea! You turned around and left yesterday; it was Madam who brought me in."
"Miss Sang," Qi Hao pressed on, "can't you grasp the main point? You actually hit my wives in my own house! As a Countryside girl, you clearly don't understand etiquette. Someone!"
Zhang Jingxue interrupted him and reminded him gently, "Master, Miss Sang is a guest! It’s inappropriate to take action against her."
Guest?! Where's her awareness of being a guest?
Sang Qingxiao wasn't intimidated by his imposing presence at all. She shrugged and explained, "It's just that your Second Lady's words were too unpleasant! She actually slandered me, plotting to enter the Qi Family just for you."
Upon hearing this, Qi Hao quickly glanced at He Chuan. If it were true, he would indeed be in the wrong for losing his temper over it. Moreover, this foolish woman, He Chuan, was quite likely to do something like that, as it had happened many times before.
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