Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Looking at the absolutely stunning Empress before him, covered in the aura of the mundane, Sun Zhe found himself slightly unaccustomed.

This absolutely stunning Empress, whom he met in the morning, was still so elegant and noble.

And now, she looked like an ordinary housewife.

The contrast was really too big.

Sun Zhe rubbed his eyes and stared at Jiang Qinglan, his expression odd, "Is this a parallel world?"

"Is this the same Empress of Hua Country who, with just a glance and a small sphere, crushed Zhang Yide and his group’s momentum this morning?"

Jiang Qinglan naturally understood what Sun Zhe meant and smiled gently, "Actually, this is my most real self."

"Having lived for hundreds of years, seen too much, and experienced many ups and downs... I still think this version is the best."

Sun Zhe’s expression was strange, "Wait a moment; you’ll probably experience another round of ups and downs."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qinglan’s pretty face blushed, and she pouted, "Go wash your hands!"

"Alright!"

A moment later.

Sun Zhe, after washing his hands, sneaked into the kitchen, looking around before asking, "By the way, where’s our Empress Consort gone?"

Jiang Qinglan, with a spatula in one hand, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with the other, "She’s busy, you know. Although it seems Xia Shiqing is leisurely at home all day, she actually has a lot of things to handle."

"True."

Sun Zhe nodded, knowing that Xia Shiqing, being in a high position of real power, couldn’t actually afford to be leisurely.

Jiang Qinglan carefully stir-fry the braised pork in the pan, saying, "She went to the base over there and probably won’t be back until tomorrow noon."

"Oh, I see."

Jiang Qinglan glanced at him sideways, "Why, you sound a bit disappointed?"

Sun Zhe touched his nose, "No, not at all! It’s not like she’s not coming back, why would I be disappointed?"

Jiang Qinglan sighed gently, "But actually, I’m a bit disappointed. I originally planned to have her help me deal with you together. Who knew plans never catch up with change."

Sun Zhe looked at her meaningfully, "I knew you had this in mind."

Jiang Qinglan smiled, her eyes on the pan, naturally changing the subject, "I called sister before, and she said your favorite food is braised pork. I rarely make it, not sure if it will taste good."

Sun Zhe felt warm in his heart, laughingly said, "For an Empress making it herself for me, even if I cry, I’ll finish it completely."

"Really? Well then, don’t blame me if it doesn’t taste good."

Sun Zhe chuckled, naturally wrapping his arms around her slender waist, worrying, "I wonder how mom is doing."

"Don’t worry, she is Qingcheng Immortal."

Sun Zhe sneaked a glance at her profile, opened his mouth and stopped.

"What is it, you little rascal? Say what’s on your mind."

Sun Zhe scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, "Well, actually... I was thinking of asking you and Auntie for a favor."

"What favor?"

Sun Zhe straightforwardly said, "Help me break through the cultivation technique."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qinglan fell silent, tentatively asking, "The Third Realm of the ’Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique’ your Sun Family cultivates?"

Sun Zhe was surprised, "Even you know this?"

Jiang Qinglan reminisced, "Your dad broke through it back in the day too."

Sun Zhe suddenly felt a bit awkward, cautiously asking, "He didn’t get your help too, did he?"

Jiang Qinglan quickly shook her head, "No, not at all! How could that be? How could I cultivate with my brother-in-law?"

"Why not?" Sun Zhe said meaningfully, "You didn’t hesitate with your brother-in-law’s son, so what’s... ouch!"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, his foot was stepped on hard.

Jiang Qinglan glared at him, then pinched his waist sharply, her face flushed, "Say nonsense again and I’ll shut your mouth."

Sun Zhe rubbed his waist and moved to the side, asking, "So who did my dad get help from?"

Jiang Qinglan thoughtfully said, "Logically, the Third Realm of your Sun Family’s cultivation technique does require two cauldrons for assistance, but your dad only sought your mom, and it succeeded."

"Just one works?"

Jiang Qinglan shrugged, suddenly laughed, "Yeah, but your mom ended up bedridden for half a month like she was recovering postpartum, losing a lot of her cultivation."

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but worry, "Let’s wait until our Empress Consort returns then."

Jiang Qinglan looked into Sun Zhe’s eyes, pondering, "But your situation is quite special. With just me, it might work for you."

"How so?"

Jiang Qinglan said, "Firstly, your cultivation has been suppressed by Xia Shiqing’s Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring, so you’re only at Qi Refining Realm, while I remember your dad was at Spirit Gathering Realm."

Sun Zhe was puzzled, "Does it relate to one’s own cultivation realm?"

Jiang Qinglan nodded, "Because the higher your own cultivation realm, the more Yin Essence you need to break through the cultivation technique."

She continued, "Also, my cultivation now is higher than your mom’s was when she helped your dad."

Sun Zhe nodded like a pecking chick, looking at her with expectation, "So?"

Jiang Qinglan’s tone deepened, "So let’s eat first. Later, I’ll give it a try to help you."

"Alright!"

Sun Zhe, filled with enthusiasm, turned around and headed towards the dining room.

...

After Sun Zhe hastily finished dinner, Jiang Qinglan went upstairs to prepare, leaving Sun Zhe to clean up the kitchen and instructing him to rest for half an hour before going upstairs.

While wiping the stove, Sun Zhe asked Little Dragon Girl in his mind, "Sister Long, do you think what my Auntie said is feasible?"

"It should be feasible. Your cultivation being suppressed by the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring makes you just a little Qi Refining Realm, so she doesn’t need to pay a huge price."

"Alright, then I’ll try it later."

"..."

Half an hour later.

Sun Zhe took a shower in the downstairs bathroom and then went upstairs to his bedroom wearing only boxer shorts.

Upon entering, he found that the 1.5-meter-wide bed had been moved to the balcony, and the sofa, cabinet, and other furniture had been pushed against the wall.

The originally spacious bedroom now seemed like an empty mini arena.

He also noticed that, in the middle of the room, Jiang Qinglan had placed a dozen oil lamps in some mysterious formation on the ground.

What struck Sun Zhe as strange was that the flames of the oil lamps were green, emanating a biting cold, making the whole room feel like a freezer.

"Auntie, where are you?"

Sun Zhe looked around again but didn’t see Jiang Qinglan, so he called out.

"Splash——!"

The sliding door of the bathroom suddenly opened.

There walked out a stunning silhouette, full of grace, "I’m here, what’s up, little Zhe?"

Sun Zhe looked towards the voice, just about to speak, when he suddenly froze, his eyes widening.

In an instant, the Yang Qi in his body began to surge frantically.

"Oh my heavens... why are you dressed like that?"

"..."