'What a shameless scoundrel. He even has the nerves to call these seven days of debauchery a Lianist education? Based on what precepts? The Black Lotus Temple's? Never mind. The more debauched, the easier they are to control. I must take advantage of this lustful nature to imprint myself in his mind.'
"Oh Divine Lord, Your Humble Servant greets you!" Unaware that Xinzi had access to all her thoughts, Xue Jingzhao settled on her attack plan, and without delay dropped on her knees—compressing her chest so her bountiful cleavage would pop out of her dress. Concealed under the colorful clouds, Xinzi smiled at the scene—then shut his eyes close, entering a semi-trance.
"Mhm. Servant? As a Noble Consort of Taiyang Yuan, how can you refer to yourself as 'servant' before My Divine Self? You're throwing away your monarch's face and reducing the Sun's prestige. Good, please carry on."
