"Prince?!" The Princess Consort of King Xiang gazed at the man before her with a dazed expression, struggling to stand up before naturally kneeling down.

It was as if all of this had been engraved in her very bones. The moment she saw this face, she found herself accustomed to it.

But in that instant of kneeling, her expression momentarily regained clarity. Her face turned ashen, a mad glint flashed in her eyes, and she shrieked menacingly, "You're courting death, how dare you disguise yourself as him?"

'Xiang Yuan' merely stood silently in place, a complex expression in his nightly eyes as he watched her madness, her hysteria, her screams, yet remained bound in place.

"Do you think anyone would dare to impersonate King Xiang and appear in such a freakish, ghostly form?"

'Xiang Yuan' displayed a look of mockery, "Who else but you, vile woman, would know?"

The Princess Consort was utterly stunned, casting her gaze once more at the 'Xiang Yuan' in front of her. His hair was disheveled, even partially gray; his pupils were murky, his skin sallow, his demeanor desolate and weathered, like an old man at death's door.

In the eyes of the world, the King Xiang—even in Zhu Yuxian's eyes—was always full of authority, his demeanor solemn, exerting unfathomable pressure as if never to fail or tire.

Yet only the Princess Consort had seen him disgraced and exhausted, especially after she defeated and confined him in the Prince's Mansion when he became this way, no longer the wise and mighty King Xiang of old.

The Princess Consort did not want anyone to know King Xiang's weakness; she couldn't let anyone see King Xiang in such a state of despondency. Her man was King Xiang, the ruler of Youdu, the overlord of the Northern Lands...

So from that moment on, she became the King Xiang in the eyes of others.

But the person standing before her now was the man she'd imprisoned in the Prince's Mansion, the King Xiang only she knew.

He was desolate, he was aged, he was in disarray...

Yet he was her King Xiang, her King Xiang alone.

"Really, is it really you?" The Princess Consort's body trembled, her voice choked with sobs, "How did you appear here?"

'Xiang Yuan' had no intention of responding to her. Instead, he looked at her with a sneer, "You've kept me captive all these years, and with all your scheming, how have you ended up like this yourself?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh, though there was no joy or happiness in his laughter; instead, it was filled with sorrow and pain.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The last line of defense in the Princess Consort's heart was shattered by this laughter filled with sorrow and pain. If it weren't that man, no one could possibly appear like this before her.

Tears streamed down her face; disregarding the dust on the ground, she crawled on her hands and knees, weeping, before 'Xiang Yuan's feet.

"Prince, my prince, it really is you, it really is you; you've truly come to save me... I knew you would come, I just knew you would..."

She wailed, her cries heartrending, yet her body did not stop, first kowtowing, her face showing excitement and ecstasy.

Yet she had attended to this man for twenty years in the most servile manner, and even as a Celestial being, she had no complaints.

Because she wanted to atone.

She had harmed the man she loved the most.

This was her retribution.

Moreover, serving her man brought no shame; she had long since become accustomed to it, even found it perfectly justified.

In the eyes of outsiders, she was the dignified King Xiang.

But once inside the Prince's Mansion, she was just King Xiang's servant.

The captive King Xiang was unbearably temperamental, frequently beating and scolding her, clothing her with humiliation.

But she was willing, willingly.

And King Xiang, hating her, resenting her, had unknowingly fallen in love with her.

Yes, this is the King Xiang in the Princess Consort's heart.

Lu Chengfeng, having learned all this through various means, felt it ridiculously melodramatic and warped, finding such a storyline utterly clichéd.

But irrespective of whether the real King Xiang loved her.

In this woman's heart, King Xiang torments her, hates her, resents her, yet deeply loves her.

"What a melodramatic love story..." Lu Chengfeng had mocked countless times in his mind, and yet, in the Princess Consort's love-struck subconscious, this was her belief.

Lu Chengfeng had absorbed countless skills; he knew too many martial arts, some of which, though not powerful in combat, could be surprisingly effective in specific situations.

The Princess Consort, whose martial arts were sealed by the Dragon-Binding Rope, was as defenseless as a commoner, scarcely able to withstand Lu Chengfeng's Secret Techniques. Through gradual and subtle guidance over three years, he had completely grasped the image of King Xiang in the Princess Consort's subconscious.

Now, as they locked eyes, Lu Chengfeng embraced his theatrical side, vigorously diving into character.

He directly stepped on the tender and beautiful face of the woman, crushing her head towards the ground, but despite such humiliation, there was no anger or blame in her eyes, only rich affection.

Such experiences had already occurred countless times in the Prince's Mansion. This was the real King Xiang, the man she was infatuated with.

As she gazed up at her man, she even found him full of masculine charm and dominance at this moment.

"You vile woman, did you really think you'd fall to this point?"

The Princess Consort kissed his shoe, "Your Highness, I know I was wrong. Please punish me!"

'Xiang Yuan' lifted his shoe from her face, then slowly leaned down and gently cupped her face in his hands, their eyes meeting.

Smack!

It's been three whole years, and she hasn't seen her man again.

"My lord, take me away. I'm scared, I don't want to stay here."

As she said this, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she hesitantly asked, "My lord, how did you get in? What happened to Yuncang Sword Sect's people? And... Lu Chengfeng?"

'Xiang Yuan' grabbed her hair and pulled her up from the ground, "You wench, if it weren't for you, how would Qingchi have come back?"

The name 'Qingchi' dispelled the last bit of doubt in the Princess Consort Xiang's mind.

That was the name of their daughter, the woman who was taken away by an immortal right after birth, unknown to everyone except the two of them, not even Zhu Yuxian knew this name.

"Qingchi is back?" The expression on the Princess Consort Xiang's face was excited and full of ecstasy, "I knew it, I knew she would definitely come back."

"My lord, our daughter has returned."

So, now everything had an explanation.

With Qingchi's return, King Xiang must have been released from the Prince's Mansion. Although she had set many things there, it would be impossible to hold Qingchi back.

As soon as she returned to the Prince's Mansion, she would naturally rescue her father.

So King Xiang and their daughter attacked Yuncang Sword Sect together to save her.

Lu Chengfeng alone was naturally no match for Qingchi.

The heart of Princess Consort Xiang was filled with joy and excitement, reuniting with a daughter she hadn't seen for years, being freed after three years of imprisonment, and her long-missed husband personally coming to rescue her.

"Wench!" Lu Chengfeng could naturally perceive that this woman truly had no principles or bottom line when it came to King Xiang, in front of him...

"You know what to do!"

The domineering voice of the man made the Princess Consort Xiang shudder all over.

"Yes, my lord." The Princess Consort Xiang obediently awaited instructions.

Lu Chengfeng, without hesitation, used some kind of sensory-enhancing secret technique, implementing various other secret techniques as well.

This was the martial arts and secret techniques he obtained as a gift after slaying the infamous rogue Mu Sikong in the martial world.

It was extremely effective in dealing with women, immersing them so deeply that they couldn't detect anything amiss.

In fact, every man would be somewhat different.

So once it began, it was easy for a woman to notice something odd.

But Mu Sikong's secret techniques were extremely effective, many women picked by him never noticed anything strange from start to finish, simply assuming they were with their husband, only thinking that their husband's condition was exceptionally good that day, allowing them to thoroughly enjoy it.

And at this moment, the Princess Consort Xiang was immersed in the various secret techniques Lu Chengfeng had deployed, completely unaware of any oddities.

"Say it again."

"Ma..."

'Xiang Yuan' shouted hoarsely, "Call me husband..."

The eyes of Princess Consort Xiang turned red, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Wuwu... you never let me call you husband..."

"That's because you're not worthy." The man's voice was cold and violent.

Yet the Princess Consort Xiang was immensely happy, she knew her man was just like this, no matter how much he hated her or resented her, he ultimately fell in love with her.

"Hus...band... I just knew... I just knew, you have me in your heart."

"You poisonous woman!" The man seemed even more furious, "Keep talking, don't stop."

Tears streamed down the face of the Princess Consort Xiang, it was joy and delight.

"Husband... Husband... Husband..."

Calling out again and again, she felt her heart flying upward.

In the deep dark abyss, she couldn't sense the passage of time at all.

Lu Chengfeng also felt somewhat impatient, the speed of bonding with the Princess Consort Xiang this time seemed exceptionally slow, perhaps because he was acting in King Xiang's stead.

But after starting, he deliberately avoided mentioning the identity of King Xiang, only using terms like you, I, milady, and husband, having that woman make a lifelong pledge to him amidst her delirium.

Even so, the formation of the gift was still extremely slow.

Time passed slowly, unknowingly three days and nights had gone by.

All of the Princess Consort Xiang's cultivation was sealed, even though she was a celestial human with a strong physique, Lu Chengfeng was no ordinary person, and combined with those special secret techniques used together.

She could no longer bear it, and directly fainted.

Meanwhile, Lu Chengfeng's eyes shone brightly, for he could clearly sense that at that moment, it seemed as if some kind of connection was being established.

The gift, was forming.

The gift belonging to 'Xiang Yuan', was gradually being born.

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