Chapter 529 484: Xiaoxuan... Why Does She Have Shang Miaoyan's Shadow?

"She takes your love for granted, like she owns it. What a thief!"

"Let's teach her a little lesson!

Are you really going to let this wicked woman just lie here comfortably, sleeping while holding your hand, Ah Han?"

Shang Miaoyan said, slowly leaning down.

"Wait, stop!"

Pei Yuhang struggled nervously, but one of his hands was held tightly in Ye Liyuan's embrace.

He didn't dare use too much force, or he would certainly wake Liyuan.

Shang Miaoyan seized on this fact. She licked her lips, knowing that Pei Yuhang had no choice but to submit to her whims right now!

She turned her head, sneering at Ye Liyuan's evenly breathing form on the bed as she thought:

'Oh, Sister Liyuan, you just sleep tight~ I'll take care of Xiaohan!'

...

「After a long while.」

Shang Miaoyan straightened up. She took a handkerchief from her waist, thoughtfully reaching out to wipe the sweat from Pei Yuhang's brow.

But Pei Yuhang's expression was terrifyingly dark. He snorted coldly and slapped her hand away.

Pei Yuhang panted heavily, looking at the "Fan Xuan" before him and feeling like she was a complete stranger.

The Xiaoxuan who had accepted him in his moment of despair, who could accommodate all his emotions... how could it be that the more he looked at her now, the more she resembled that terrifying woman?

Why?

How could Xiaoxuan become more and more like her?

Pei Yuhang felt a tightness in his chest. He suppressed his anger and, in the end, refrained from saying anything too harsh to "Fan Xuan." He simply pointed to the door and said in a cold tone:

"Xiaoxuan, get out now. And don't come back in."

"You were too willful today! I hope this is the last time. Don't ever do it again."

Hearing this, Shang Miaoyan clenched her delicate fists in confusion.

"What's wrong, Young Master Pei? Don't you find this exciting and fun?"

As she spoke, she even rose onto her tiptoes.

As if dancing, she gracefully glided over to Ye Liyuan's wardrobe and took out a snow-white Fairy dress.

"Young Master Pei, Ye Liyuan won't know a thing about what we're doing~ She can't see us anyway, so why don't I put on her clothes?~"

Pei Yuhang was baffled. He asked coldly, "Why do you want to wear Liyuan's clothes?"

Shang Miaoyan gave a sweet smile.

"To carry out our pleasure and revenge to the very end, of course~"

"Young Master Pei, don't you think that helping you get revenge on Ye Liyuan this way will bring you a deep sense of satisfaction?"

When Pei Yuhang heard this, his pupils shrank. The face of "Xiaoxuan" before him seemed to merge more and more with that woman's.

But Shang Miaoyan didn't notice Pei Yuhang's silence.

She was now completely immersed in this crazed and twisted "romantic" relationship.

The thrill of dancing on a knife's edge sent a sublime tremor through every pore of Shang Miaoyan's body.

She took a deep breath, feeling a wave of Shushuang, and slowly walked up to Pei Yuhang, about to kiss him.

"Young Master Pei, let's fall even deeper into depravity~"

SNAP—

A string of self-control snapped in Pei Yuhang's mind.

No longer caring if he woke Ye Liyuan, Pei Yuhang shoved Shang Miaoyan away, his voice thick with suppressed rage:

"Enough!"

"I don't know why you think this way, Xiaoxuan! Why you think that doing those things in front of Liyuan is the only way to get revenge on her!

Don't you realize you're also humiliating and debasing yourself?!"

Shoved by Pei Yuhang, Shang Miaoyan stumbled backward, a few strands of hair coming loose from her meticulously styled bun.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief, her fingertips digging deep into her palms. She never imagined that Pei Yuhang would take Ye Liyuan's side and lash out at her!

A wave of grievance and anger immediately spread from her heart.

'Xiaohan, I was clearly doing this for you! How could you treat me like this!'

"I..."

Just as the atmosphere between Pei Yuhang and Shang Miaoyan froze, a soft, sweet murmur made both of their hearts leap into their throats.

"Mmm~"

Ye Liyuan unconsciously nuzzled Pei Yuhang's hand, dazedly hugging his arm a little tighter. Only after confirming he was still beside her did she let out a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong, Ah Han?"

Ye Liyuan shifted slightly. Half-asleep, she tugged on Pei Yuhang's collar, seemingly asking why he had moved so violently just now.

"..."

Pei Yuhang took a deep breath. After confirming that Ye Liyuan hadn't detected "Fan Xuan's" presence, he calmed his trembling, heated blood and said slowly:

"It's nothing, Liyuan. It's just... you've been holding my hand for so long it's starting to feel numb."

Ye Liyuan gasped and quickly let go of his arm.

"Sorry, Ah Han, I didn't mean to..."

"It's fine."

Pei Yuhang said, shaking his head. He shot a glare at Shang Miaoyan behind him, as if warning her with his eyes, 'Get out now!'

Shang Miaoyan gritted her teeth. She instinctively opened her mouth, wanting to say more.

But upon seeing Ye Liyuan starting to sit up, despite her deep reluctance, she had no choice but to depart Gloomily.

"..."

Pei Yuhang watched her retreating back, his expression complex.

After his outburst, he had now calmed down and felt a pang of regret. 'Was I too rough when I pushed Xiaoxuan just now?'

Although he strongly disapproved of her actions, and was even disgusted by them—after all... he saw the shadow of Shang Miaoyan in Xiaoxuan.

That was the woman Pei Yuhang least wanted to see.

'But no matter what, Xiaoxuan was doing it for my own good... Perhaps she's just been too deeply influenced by Shang Miaoyan. It's not her own fault.'

'Xiaoxuan... just needs someone to correct her.'

"Ah Han, why are you spacing out again?"

Just as Pei Yuhang was experiencing a bit of Divine Split, Ye Liyuan tugged his sleeve again.

"Ah Han, please look at me more... I feel like your mind is elsewhere."

Hearing his Dao Companion's words, Pei Yuhang sighed softly. He squeezed Liyuan's hand and said, "I'm always looking at you."

"Really? Then~ I'll believe you, hmph hmph~"

A sweet smile graced Ye Liyuan's lips, and she looked incredibly happy and delighted.

...

...

"Damn it! Damn it all!!"

Shang Miaoyan violently snatched a celadon teacup from the table and smashed it on the floor.

CRASH—

Porcelain shards scattered and tea splashed, seeping into the mahogany floor and leaving a dark stain.

"Xiaohan... he still can't let go of that woman, just as I thought!"

Shang Miaoyan's voice trembled. Her fingertips dug so deeply into her palms that her knuckles turned white.

"How could he... How could he yell at me for her sake?!"

Shang Miaoyan's chest heaved violently, trembling with her ragged breaths. An almost crazed jealousy churned in her eyes.

—Only when the last breakable object had been smashed did a dead silence finally fall over the room.

She stood in the middle of the wreckage, her long hair falling in a disheveled mess, obscuring half of her face.

Seeing that Shang Miaoyan had seemingly calmed down a little, Fan Xuan emerged from the shadows.

She silently took out a broom and began to sweep up the mess.

After cleaning everything up,

she looked at Shang Miaoyan's sullen face, pursed her lips, and said softly:

"Holy Daughter, I've said it before. Pei Yuhang has immense pride. He would never accept such... reckless behavior.

The ways of the Yin Yang Sacred Land definitely can't be applied to him as he is now... Pushing him too hard might just drive him back to Ye Liyuan."

Hearing this, Shang Miaoyan, for once, did not argue with Fan Xuan.

She sat down, thought carefully for a moment, then licked her lips and smiled.

"Fan Xuan, you've inspired me."

"I know what to do now."

"..."

Fan Xuan looked at Shang Miaoyan, who had clearly thought of some new wicked idea and was about to start "micromanaging" again. Her heart sank as a bad premonition arose within her.

She had a strong feeling that what the Holy Daughter had thought of was not at all what she had been trying to tell her!

'Holy Daughter, what this subordinate is trying to tell you is that you absolutely must not torture Pei Yuhang anymore!'

'Just let him go, and let yourself go too!'

'And also... you absolutely must not tarnish my reputation with Pei Yuhang!'

The thought of Shang Miaoyan using her appearance to "micromanage" Pei Yuhang in all sorts of ways, only to end up being despised for it, made Fan Xuan's chest feel as if a stone was lodged in it, making it impossible to breathe.

Just as she could no longer hold back her thoughts and was about to speak, her thin lips parting slightly—

But Shang Miaoyan simply waved a hand, ignoring Fan Xuan, and walked away with a cheerful spring in her step.

"Xiaohan, this time... I will absolutely not let you escape my control!"