According to the rules of Jiuyou, Zhao Xinning and the other three would be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks for murdering Ji Shiyou.
The four of them reacted differently upon learning their fate.
Zhao Xinning and He Ling reacted intensely, begging for mercy.
However, their bodies were bound and their mouths gagged, preventing them from making any sound.
Heitou, on the other hand, was already terrified. He was from a gang.
If he had known that Ji Shiyou was the Yama of Jiuyou, he would never have dared to act, even if it meant death.
Moreover, with Mingyue being the head of Wushang, he knew he was doomed.
Thus, he was already resigned to his fate, appearing dazed and foolish, with vacant eyes, as if his soul had left him.
Only Ji Shigong did not struggle or speak, his eyes filled with venom.
Like a venomous snake, he stared at Ji Shiyou. Facing death, he was remarkably calm.
Ji Shiyou also did not wish to see these people. With a wave of his hand, he instructed Zhenlu to take them away for disposal.
His mind was occupied with the Old Madam. She was elderly and had been frightened; he wanted to go and see her.
As soon as he reached the third floor, he saw Mingyue tiptoeing out of a room.
"Are they all dealt with? Grandma has fallen asleep. She received a notification from the police and fainted once.
Then she was frightened again, and finally, upon learning we were alive, she experienced extreme joy and sorrow. The elderly lady's body couldn't handle it.
However, she was holding on just now. I saw the situation was not right and deliberately brought her back to her room.
I took the opportunity to massage her and clear her meridians.
I unblocked the stagnant qi and blood, otherwise, it would have triggered cardiovascular disease.
She'll be fine after a night's sleep, don't worry.
Let's go back to our room, take a bath, and change clothes. Your injuries also need to be treated."
Mingyue had already slipped into the role of a virtuous wife, unconsciously embracing her identity.
Chattering, she led Ji Shiyou back to their room.
Ji Shiyou, holding Mingyue's warm and delicate hand, felt as if he were floating on a bubble of happiness.
He could feel that Mingyue had accepted him.
Their current dynamic felt like that of an old married couple.
"It seems I should make another effort, to climb higher and reach further.
I should strive to resolve the matter of our wedding night sooner!"
Ji Shiyou silently encouraged himself in his heart.
"Zhenlu is handling it. Darling, I have something I want to tell you."
He suddenly remembered that his confession of love had been interrupted by the explosion and had never been spoken.
As soon as they entered the room, Ji Shiyou wanted to continue his confession to Mingyue.
"We can talk later. Your injuries are serious; if they aren't treated, they'll get infected.
You go take a bath first, and I'll prepare the medicine. Let's treat your injuries first."
He quickly ran through what he wanted to say in his mind.
Just as Ji Shiyou had built up his emotions, Mingyue pushed him into the bathroom.
"This is too difficult. Just a simple confession, such a small wish, why is it like embarking on a journey to the West?"
Ji Shiyou scratched the bathroom wall and sighed to the heavens.
"How could this be?"
Ten minutes later, looking at Ji Shiyou emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel around his lower body, Mingyue, holding the ointment, was filled with confusion.
Ji Shiyou, who should have been covered in wounds, had healed on his exposed upper body.
Only patches of pink, new flesh could be seen, proving that wounds had once been there.
"I am blessed with extraordinary talent and rapid healing abilities.
These minor injuries are nothing.
However, if you insist on applying medicine, I don't mind."
Ji Shiyou gave a charming smile and lay down on the bed, exposing his broad back to Mingyue.
He was only wearing a bath towel, intending to use his charm to seduce Mingyue again.
Most of the wounds were caused by high temperatures and flames, along with scratches from car parts during the explosion.
Although they had healed, they were still pink, different from his original skin tone.
Despite Ji Shiyou's tanned complexion, his body was fair. Beneath his skin, as smooth as jade, lay powerful muscles. The healed wounds dotted his body like a peony painting.
The pink wounds were like blooming flowers, like tattoos.
Looking at the captivating scene before her, Mingyue swallowed.
She already had no resistance to Ji Shiyou's body.
She had previously known that their relationship was purely a partnership and could still restrain herself.
But now that she had decided to be with Ji Shiyou, she was unwilling to hold back any longer.
So, she threw the ointment aside and lunged at Ji Shiyou like a hungry tiger.
"What are you doing? I'm a respectable man, I sell my body but not my skills!"
Feeling a weight on his back, he turned to see Mingyue lying on top of him.
Ji Shiyou feigned shyness and said coyly, half-heartedly resisting.
In his heart, however, he was exulting, thinking that a wedding night was possible today, and his lifelong bachelorhood was about to end!
"What am I doing? I'm hungry, and I'm going to eat you!"
Mingyue tore off Ji Shiyou's bath towel, a lecherous grin on her face, and said.
"This is unfair. Why am I the only one exposed, while you're fully clothed?"
Ji Shiyou suddenly flipped over, pinning Mingyue beneath him. His hands moved like dancing butterflies, creating blurs.
Mingyue's clothes flew off the bed one by one, filling the room with an amorous atmosphere and surging passion.
...
After the battle, the clouds dispersed and the rain subsided. The two lay on the bed, looking content.
Ji Shiyou suddenly remembered that he still hadn't confessed his love.
However, they had already made love, and their relationship had deepened. A confession was no longer important.
"I want to ask you something. Is the Xing Tang of your Wushang sect terrifying?
Why did Zhecheng, when he made a mistake, refuse to go to the Xing Tang even if it meant death?"
With their relationship having progressed, Ji Shiyou asked the question that had always intrigued him.
"The Wushang Xing Tang is managed by Ying Yang. I have to call him brother; he's a child adopted by my father before his death.
He's eight years older than me, naturally cold, eccentric, and stubborn.
He rarely smiles and values rules above all else. Falling into his hands is worse than death.
He can drive the living to madness and the dead to life, which is why people in Wushang fear going to the Xing Tang the most."
As Mingyue answered, a hint of horror flickered across her face.
The fact that she could show such an expression suggested that this Ying Yang was indeed terrifying.
"What are you doing?"
Mingyue was recalling Ying Yang's methods when she realized that Ji Shiyou had unknowingly moved on top of her.
"Darling, I'm still good!"
Ji Shiyou said shamelessly. Having experienced intimacy for the first time, he was addicted.
"I can't anymore. Grandma should be awake; I'll go see her."
Mingyue fled in disarray, quickly put on her clothes, and went to the Old Madam's room.
"I should have recorded that just now, as evidence.
If that bitch Junhui dares to say I'm not good enough again, I'll use it to shut her up."
Ji Shiyou lay on the bed, laughing like an idiot. Mingyue's earlier statement of "I can't anymore" had made him extremely satisfied.
With both internal and external troubles resolved, the couple spent the next few days in a blissful newlywed life, their minds at ease.
This continued until a week later, when Mingyue suddenly received a call from Zhecheng.
Upon learning that Ying Yang had arrived in the Imperial Capital and knew about her marriage, she became somewhat flustered.