382 Chapter This is my woman, and this is my home! The faces of Tang Hao and his son were slapped!_1

Yuexuan's second-floor boudoir.

The room was dim, with flickering candlelight, filled with a pinkish ambiance.

The sheer curtains were drawn.

Two pairs of black high heels lay messily on the ground, covered by a silver palace dress.

Tang Yuehua shyly nestled into Luo Yu's embrace.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her beautiful eyes revealed a hint of lingering fear.

It was as if she had just walked out of a life-and-death experience.

She admitted that she had been too ignorant and hadn't realized how terrifying that someone could be.

After entering the room earlier, she didn't even have a chance to resist.

She was directly manipulated and controlled by Luo Yu.

Luo Yu held Tang Yuehua's smooth chin with his fingers, provocatively saying, "Well, are you convinced now?"

Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes glared, "I'm not..."

"Not what?" Luo Yu teased.

Tang Yuehua's vigor faded, and she muttered quietly, "With my husband's strength, I have no choice but to submit."

"What strength?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Don't ask, I'm dying of embarrassment." Her face so red it seemed water would drip from it, Tang Yuehua buried her head in Luo Yu's chest.

Looking at the mature beauty blushing in his arms, Luo Yu felt pleasantly content.

In the vast Tiandou Empire, probably only he knew just how wonderful Tang Yuehua truly was.

Others, even the Great Emperor of Tiandou who had once hinted at his feelings, couldn't even touch a finger of Tang Yuehua.

The number one figure in court aristocratic etiquette represented not just beauty and figure, but also that captivating grace and elegance that not any ordinary woman could possess.

"Yuehua, how was your rest?" asked Luo Yu.

Hearing this, Tang Yuehua's skin tensed, and she shivered.

She shook her head repeatedly.

"No good, I didn't rest well."

"I am weak, I humbly ask for my husband's mercy."

Luo Yu rolled his eyes, "Your strength has improved too much compared to before, logically speaking your resistance should have doubled."

Tang Yuehua was surprised, "Can you see through my cultivation level?"

"Underestimating your man?" Luo Yu said, "Though your technique is exquisite, it still can't hide from these eyes of mine."

Tang Yuehua pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes showing gratitude.

"I was actually looking forward to showing off to you."

"Thanks to the Immortal Herbs gifted by my husband, I had the chance to break through my shackles and take in the splendors of a cultivator."

"Now at level 40 Soul Elder, it's a realm I dared not even dream of in the past."

"Smack!"

Luo Yu patted her bottom, "Let's not talk in riddles. It seems like you've fully absorbed the medicinal power of the Immortal Herbs. Now you should stabilize your cultivation level and solidify your foundation to break through to even higher realms in the future."

"Got it," Tang Yuehua gave him a flirtatious glance, "I'm not some naïve and clueless sweet girl."

"You know nothing," Luo Yu pinched her tender face, "Building a solid foundation and one day I'll make you divine."

"Divine?" Tang Yuehua paused, staring blankly at Luo Yu. She thought he was joking, but then she saw the seriousness in his eyes.

"Husband, I'm well aware of my own talents. You becoming divine is possible."

"But for me, becoming divine is a lost cause in this lifetime."

Luo Yu remained calm and did not explain.

"Don't doubt it, if I say you can, then you can."

Tang Yuehua opened her mouth, her heart unable to believe, thinking it was impossible.

But given her personality, she wouldn't question her own man.

She lowered her head, her face flushed, and she spoke in a barely audible whisper.

"If you really can do it... then I will... I will..."

Luo Yu, intrigued, asked, "You will what?"

Tang Yuehua was biting her red lip.

"Husband, aren't you wanting to have children?"

"If you can do it... then I'll let you."

"Hiss—"

Luo Yu's eyes shone brightly as he grasped Tang Yuehua's hand.

"Pinky promise, no going back."

Tang Yuehua was startled, hesitantly looking at her man.

Ascending to divinity was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

Many predecessors from the older generations had spent their lives pursuing it in vain; even her grandfather had disappeared because of it.

Why was Luo Yu so confident, looking as if he had everything figured out?

Suddenly, Luo Yu said, "Yuehua, you must be hungry."

"Huh?" Tang Yuehua was confused, "I'm not hungry."

"No, you are hungry," Luo Yu's eyes flared.

"Hmmmm..."

Candlelight flickered, and suddenly from the floor below came the sound of a bold and quiet knock on the door.

Luo Yu and Tang Yuehua were startled.

Tang Yuehua's originally somewhat hazy beautiful eyes instantly turned frosty.

"Who is so bold to dare smash at the door of my Yuexuan?"

Luo Yu couldn't be bothered, "Who cares, let's continue."

A rough shout suddenly came from downstairs.

"Yuehua, second brother is here!"

"Aren't you coming out to see him?"

"Hurry up and open the door!"

Tang Yuehua was puzzled.

"Second brother, Tang Hao?"

"Why did they suddenly come?"

Luo Yu shrugged, "They probably brought his son to seek refuge with you, since they're here you might as well go down and see."

Tang Yuehua showed a troubled look.

"Husband, I'll go down and open the door for them, you won't be angry, right?"

Luo Yu shook his head, "Our grudge is ours, after all he's your blood brother. I must at least show some face."

Tang Yuehua's eyes shimmered with touched emotion, she leaned in for a kiss and said ardently, "Hubby is so generous."

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you, you are my man, and the Tang family must respect you."

"If they are still stubborn even after my husband is willing to make concessions, I will definitely stand firmly on my husband's side."

Tang Yuehua's statement was emphatic, making her stance clear, afraid Luo Yu would be unhappy.

The knocking kept on below.

Just as Tang Yuehua had put on flesh-colored stockings and a short palace skirt, and had taken three steps in high heels, she suddenly turned back.

"Why are you back again?" Luo Yu was puzzled.

Tang Yuehua bit her lip.

"We haven't finished our business yet."

"Let them keep waiting downstairs."

"I need to make sure my man is satisfied first."

Luo Yu, who initially was slightly displeased, felt much better seeing how considerate Tang Yuehua was.

And so, time moved backwards, and a very, very long time passed.

Tang Hao and his son kept knocking on the door below, but there was no response.

This drew the attention of passersby and made them extremely uncomfortable.

Tang San looked at his old dad.

"Uncle, could it be she's not at home?"

Tang Hao shook his head, "She should be here by all accounts."

"Could it be that uncle doesn't want to see you?" Tang San guessed.

Tang Hao glared with his tiger eyes, "Impossible, she might refuse to see anyone but it's impossible for her to refuse me. I'm her blood second brother!"

"Maybe she's really not home."

Tang Hao nodded, "Right, she must not be home."

"How could she not open the door for us after we've been knocking for so long if she was home."

No sooner had he finished his words than the sound of the lock turning came from the door, and it opened.

Tang Yuehua walked out with a flushed pretty face.

Tang Hao had an awkward expression, thinking to himself that he had just finished telling his son, and now the door opens.

But he quickly recovered from his embarrassment and laughed heartily as he spread his arms to embrace her, "Little sister, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still as graceful as ever, your brother has missed you so much."

Tang Yuehua politely and gracefully stepped to the side, avoiding Tang Hao's embrace and avoiding his touch, while a standard smile spread across her lips.

"Brother, you've missed me yet you didn't come to see me?"

"You really are heartless."

"Uhh..."

That sentence left Tang Hao choked.

Suddenly he didn't know how to continue the conversation.

It felt like something was off, his sister's character wasn't like this before.

Tang Hao brought Tang San to her.

"Yuehua, this is your grandnephew."

"Xiaosan, quickly greet your aunt."

Instead of greeting her, Tang San smiled and asked:

"Auntie, you were clearly inside just now, so why didn't you open the door for my father and me for so long?"

"Xiaosan, don't be disrespectful, how can you talk to your auntie like that." Tang Hao huffed, but it was obvious he wasn't very strict.

Tang Yuehua turned to look at Tang San; the slight flush on her face hadn't completely faded away.

"Nephew, I'm sorry."

"Your auntie was just upstairs taking care of your uncle; that's why I came down late."

"Uncle??"

Tang San and Tang Hao both widened their eyes and opened their mouths in shock.