My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1173: Jealousy from the Single Dog

Glancing upwards, the visage of Wuyue, both arrogant and chillingly captivating, met my eyes.

A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I hastily pulled away from Yu Longting’s embrace. "It's none of your business if my presence pains your eyes. You're just envious, aren't you, you lonely dog—ouch."

My release from Yu Longting’s hold caused my body to instantly lose its equilibrium.

I tumbled backward into the water tank, creating a significant splash.

Swiftly paddling, I regained my footing in the water and noticed Madam Zhao was still positioned within the tank.

Furthermore, the face she had just managed to dry was now re-wetted by my sudden plunge.

A jolt of nervousness shot through me. "I'm so sorry, truly sorry. It was unintentional. Please don't be angry."

"It's merely a bit of water; no need to worry," Madam Zhao replied, her demeanor far colder and more detached than usual.

She exuded the aura of an unapproachable, icy lotus, projecting an oppressive force more daunting than anyone I had ever encountered.

The One-eyed Taoist Nun and Wuyue had ascended the mountain together and arrived, breathless, to help Madam Zhao from the water tank. "Are you alright? You nearly gave me a heart attack. If you had perished in the fire, how could an old nun like me have survived alone?"

"Daiqi, the Taoist Temple has already been destroyed by fire, and the Oath Curse you cast has turned to ash. Do you still intend to remain here?" Zhao Sihai, who had remained silent until this moment, finally spoke, his indifferent gaze fixed upon Madam Zhao.

The One-eyed Taoist Nun employed a fire charm to dry Madam Zhao’s sodden garments, simultaneously assisting her in tidying her disheveled clothing and hair.

Madam Zhao’s brow furrowed slightly, her exquisite eyes coldly meeting Zhao Sihai’s stare. "Whether I stay or depart is of no consequence to you."

"I have already apprehended Qingyang and am currently preparing to depart. There is no trace of affection in Zhao Sihai’s eyes as he addressed Madam Zhao. "There is no longer any need for us to harbor resentment; you hiding away in the mountains, refusing to see me."

"You old reprobate, Zhao, I secluded myself in the mountains precisely because I wished to never lay eyes on you again." Madam Zhao gave her sleeves a sharp flick. "After all these years, I've come to realize that sulking with you is a deplorable waste of life. I shall be returning."

A look of relief finally flickered across Zhao Sihai’s face as he approached, requesting the Kin-seeking Clothes from me.

While their verbal sparring continued, Yu Longting had already lifted me out, and the cheongsam I wore instantly became dry.

My hair, however, remained damp, falling loosely with my hairpins dislodged.

Yu Longting, never one to fuss over appearances, removed his own shirt and proceeded to carefully dry my hair.

He even offered advice, suggesting that my hair was tangled and that I ought to use conditioner when washing it back home.

His solicitous nagging, reminiscent of a concerned mother, did not irk me in the slightest; instead, a warmth akin to the sun bloomed within my chest.

I responded with continuous nods, offering him an unending smile.

"Crafting the Kin-seeking Clothes requires a substantial amount of time; a minimum of three to four months at the very least." I observed Zhao Sihai’s intention to depart with Qingyang and also bring along his daughter, Zhao Zheng.

Should the Kin-seeking Clothes be completed, the identities of Zhang Zidao and myself would undoubtedly be revealed.

Consequently, an instinctive urge arose within me to prolong the process for as long as humanly possible.

Zhao Sihai’s expression shifted to one of cold gloom, yet he refrained from assigning blame to me.

After a moment of contemplation, he addressed me, "I shall return to collect them in twenty years. I lack the time presently and must depart."

"Certainly, certainly. I shall await your return, just as a gentleman's word is his bond." A secret sense of delight surged within me; this postponement could now extend for a full two decades.

I found myself pondering the circumstances Zhao Sihai might have encountered to warrant such an urgent departure with Qingyang. It was no wonder Dragon Dad had specifically cautioned Yu Longting and me about Zhao Sihai's impatience.

He couldn't even endure the mere two to three months required for the garment's creation, and his departure now meant a twenty-year absence.

"To think we must part ways so soon after recognizing me as your goddaughter; it is truly difficult to bear." Madam Zhao gently caressed my face, her fingertips lightly brushing past my earlobe.

I felt my earlobe grow heavy, accompanied by a cool sensation.

It felt as though a piece of jewelry, akin to an earring, had been affixed there. In an instant, both Madam Zhao and Zhao Sihai transformed into two streaks of verdant light and vanished.

Zhao Sihai had taken Bai Zanhe with him, but Madam Zhao had not brought the One-eyed Taoist Nun along.

I quickly grasped Yu Longting’s hand, my voice laced with urgency. "They simply left like that? How are we supposed to escape this painting?"