?Mobile reading Chen Yue listened to Qin Feng’s proposal and naturally felt dissatisfied. However, upon reflection, she realized not only that her own foot was being held firmly by him, but that her most crucial area was also constantly at risk—perhaps at any moment, that thin lace fabric might give way. Recalling Sun Cheng’s cruel tactics, she began to persuade herself internally: This man, aside from being fond of changing partners, actually had no other significant flaws. Young, well-off—he was, in many ways, a solid match. Moreover, she had been repeatedly taken advantage of by him, and during her recent bath, she was likely seen completely bare. Furthermore, Master Sun had already confirmed her romantic involvement with Qin Feng. Given his notoriously stubborn and rigid nature, even if he were to speak volumes, he would still doubt their innocence. Since the situation could no longer be salvaged, perhaps it was better to simply let things unfold and see if he could be driven to despair. While most of the earlier ideas were born out of necessity, this one was entirely driven by Chen Lady's rebellious nature. Since childhood, Old Master had always educated her with strict discipline, and over the course of more than two decades, she had hardly ever made her own decisions—this time, she wanted to live for herself. In the end, she nodded, agreeing to Qin Feng's proposal. As Qin the Young Man released her feet, he pulled back his legs and smiled, raising his cup with enthusiasm: "Then it's settled! From today on, I'm going to pursue Yueyue with full intensity!" Lin Lady immediately responded: "Yes, yes! I'm already eager to become true sisters with Chen Teacher. Good luck, Feng Brother—make it as fast as possible to win over Chen Teacher!" Shu the Police Flower chuckled and looked on, dumbfounded, while Mei Hui and Fang Fang pretended not to know her at all, feeling deeply embarrassed. As for the beautiful counselor, her rosy cheeks did not change at all upon gaining her freedom—on the contrary, they grew even redder. ... At Sun Cheng's residence, a finely crafted redwood chest stood on the table before him. Still bearing the bruises from the beating he had received, he carefully opened the chest. Inside, a jade seal lay quietly, golden in hue, carved with a coiled dragon at the top, and forming a square at the base. Holding the dragon's neck, he gently removed the seal. In the center of the eight precious ink imprints beneath it, the characters were clear and elegant: "Receiving mandate from Heaven, enduring eternal prosperity." Indeed, this was the Tang Dynasty's "Mandate Seal," recently lost. Though not the original Qin dynasty imperial seal, but a later imitation created by the Tang, it had stood for over a thousand years and was crafted from precious jade, making it exceptionally valuable. Beyond being the emperor's official seal, it held a secret known to few: it was also a sacred ritual object. It is said that this Mandate Seal was crafted by Xu Maogong, who, before going to serve the Tang Emperor Li Shimin, was already a deeply accomplished cultivator. Alongside him, many other like-minded cultivators also joined to assist the emperor. After the Tang dynasty established its realm, the emperor was delighted by the presence of so many such cultivators, yet simultaneously concerned about their extraordinary abilities—fearing that should they rebel, no one would be able to withstand their power. To ensure the enduring rule of the Li dynasty for generations to come, Emperor Li devised a flawless strategy: he commissioned Xu Maogong and the other cultivators to each showcase their unique talents and use their spiritual energies to create the Mandate Seal. Unaware of the underlying plot, the cultivators, driven by a sense of gratitude, poured their utmost efforts into the endeavor, with many nearly exhausting their spiritual strength, until the Seal finally emerged. Yet, shortly thereafter, these weakened cultivators were not rewarded—they were instead mercilessly eliminated. The emperor kills people without needing any reason, and always has a group of people nearby to clean up the aftermath. Thus, a number of loyal servants who had made significant contributions to the Li dynasty are recorded in history as rebels, most of whom die with no good reputation. It is said that the jade seal contains powerful energy—whomever possesses it can become a top-level cultivator. When Sun Sheng, who had arrived in the secular world, happened to come across news reports about the seal, he was delighted and immediately devised a plan to secure it for himself. He offered substantial rewards to security staff Qi Tongtu, and with his assistance, successfully stole the seal. Yet, despite holding the seal for such a long time, he still failed to understand its essence. When he channels spiritual energy into the seal, it readily absorbs all of it; however, extracting any tangible benefits from it proves extremely difficult. "How exactly can one obtain the spiritual energy within it?" Sun Cheng carefully examined the jade seal, a motion he had repeated countless times without ever achieving a result. As he spoke, the strain from his facial wounds caused him to grit his teeth and grimace: "Those students really are ruthless. I won't rest easy—I'll see to it that you all suffer!" ... At Qin's villa, in the third-floor bedroom, Chen Yue couldn't sleep. Two reasons accounted for her insomnia: first, she was adjusting to a new environment; second, the loud, rising cries coming from downstairs, one wave after another, seemed to have legs of their own, constantly seeping into her ears. Though the villa was furnished with high-end materials and offered excellent sound insulation, she could still hear them clearly. The cries began at ten o'clock and have now continued unbroken into the early hours of the morning. It was evident that the voices belonged to four distinct young women. Even Lin Caivwei, renowned for her pure and delicate nature, shouted with remarkable intensity, making Chen Yue easily distinguish her from the other three women. "Is Qin Feng a beast? Or has he been given medicine? Otherwise, how can he be so vigorous?" she exclaimed, sitting up from the bed and clamping her hands over her ears. She had been listening for over two hours—those sounds had already taken root deeply in her mind. Even when she blocked her ears, the noises continued to seep out. The sounds persisted for another half hour before finally subsiding. Chen Yue, her eyes red with frustration, glanced at her wristwatch resting on the bedside table and murmured, "This rather unenthusiastic one has been going on for no less than four and a half hours. Is he made of iron?" Though the sounds had stopped, she still couldn't fall asleep—the earlier noises seemed to have been stored in her mind, lingering persistently. Along with the sounds came certain awkward scenes—scenes in which she found herself included, entangled with several bare-bodied figures, among them Qin Feng. She couldn't help but begin to wonder: had she truly fallen for him? How could that be? He was so reserved, after all—having attracted so many girls, and even more surprisingly, sharing beds with them, so openly and unapologetically.