### Chapter 125: Princess Lingxue's Night Assault on Su Mor - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

**Chapter 125: Consort Lingxue's Night Raid on Su Mo (Bonus Chapter for 1200 Monthly Votes)** "What did you say? All the vacant houses near me have been bought?" Inside the official bureau, Su Mo's voice carried a note of surprise. On the day after making his decision, he went to the county office's property sales department hoping to purchase a house. However, he was informed that all the vacant houses on his street had been bought up, leaving nothing available for him. "Yes, Boss Su, you're from the General's Mansion; how would I dare deceive you?" The official assured him with such certainty that Su Mo believed he wasn't lying. "Alright then." "I'll be off." "Take care, Boss Su..." Leaving the county office, Su Mo was puzzled. Linjiang City was in such chaos that many families had already relocated, leaving behind numerous vacant houses. After all, no one knew how long the demon calamity would last. It was reasonable to leave Linjiang City as soon as possible. Did the person buying the houses know that the demon calamity was about to end? Su Mo was unsure. He only knew that his house-purchasing plans had to be postponed for now. Back at the inn, the backyard was bathed in sunlight. Chunzhu was sitting by the door, embroidering, Yu Luoniang had spun a small web under the eaves, and Xu Miaoyin was practicing swordsmanship in the backyard. The sword technique Xu Miaoyin practiced seemed to be a unique style of the Snow Maiden Sect. Her eyes lowered, she moved gracefully, and in an instant, sword light flashed like a peony in full bloom in spring. A sharp gleam shot forth, targeting a willow tree by the riverbank in the courtyard. A crisp "crack" sounded. In an instant, dozens of willow twigs broke from the treetop, the cuts smooth as if sliced by a real sharp sword. "Excellent!" Su Mo noticed that Xu Miaoyin had reached a level where she could project her sword energy outward, demonstrating a skill comparable to the top martial artists. Previously, she was a second-tier expert in simulated battles, but now perhaps her advancement was related to practicing the Yi Jin Jing. This scripture was incredibly marvelous, not only forging a Vajra-like body but also stimulating the body's supreme potential. Seeing Su Mo returned, Xu Miaoyin quickly sheathed her sword. "Boss Su, you're back?" "What did the property office say?" Chunzhu looked up curiously at Su Mo. He had mentioned this morning that he was going to buy a house, and she wondered where he bought it. Su Mo sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "No luck. There are no houses available. Someone bought all the vacant properties on our street. To buy a house, I'd have to go further away, but that's unnecessary." Hearing this, Xu Miaoyin and Chunzhu were taken aback. "What? Who would buy houses in this small county with nothing better to do?" Chunzhu asked. "And with the demon chaos rampant, who would dare invest in property now?" added Xu Miaoyin. Su Mo shook his head slowly. "I don't know, but since buying a house isn't an option, maybe I'll expand our backyard instead." Xu Miaoyin nodded. "That's a good idea. There's plenty of space." Just then, the front hall door knocked rhythmically. Suspecting it might be Guo Lin, Su Mo headed to the front hall. "Coming, coming," he said while opening the door, only to be surprised by the cold and beautiful face he saw. It was Consort Lingxue, with three attendants in tow. She was in a purple silk dress, accentuating her tall, voluptuous figure, similar to Xu Miaoyin's but even more alluring, making Su Mo flush slightly. "What brings you here?" Su Mo asked. Seeing him, Consort Lingxue felt a flash of confusion. Could this man really not be her Su Lang? She couldn't tell. Shifting the topic, she asked, "Is Sect Leader Xu here? I'm here to see her." Pretending not to know her, Su Mo responded, "Oh, yes, I remember you. You’re the disciple of Sect Leader Xu, right? Miaoyin is practicing in the backyard." He called out to Xu Miaoyin, "Miaoyin, your disciple is here to see you." As he pondered Consort Lingxue's purpose in Linjiang City, an alert rang in his mind—was she back to pursue Xu Miaoyin again? This cunning trickster! To Su Mo, Consort Lingxue appeared no different than any man, save for a minor anatomical difference. Xu Miaoyin, upon arriving and seeing Consort Lingxue, felt a sinking heart. "Consort Lingxue, you’ve come," she greeted cautiously. "I have," Lingxue nodded. "I'm here for some business in Linjiang City." "My family mentioned the low property prices here and decided to invest. Yesterday, I bought all the vacant houses on this street." Realizing this, Su Mo finally understood why he couldn't find a house to buy. Lingxue glanced around the main hall. "Won’t you invite us in?" she asked. "Of course," Su Mo replied, stepping aside. Lingxue and her attendants took seats by the window. Admiring the street view, Lingxue commented, "It’s quite nice here." "Oh, Sect Leader Xu, if you need a place to stay, there's a rather spacious courtyard in the alley across," she offered. "It’s large enough for dozens of people." "No need!" Su Mo swiftly interjected for Xu Miaoyin. "Miaoyin is quite comfortable here." Lingxue's eyes flashed with surprise at Su Mo's subtle hostility upon seeing her. Had Xu Miaoyin revealed her background to him? The thought saddened Lingxue, though she masked her emotions, responding, "Alright, we won’t move in then." "We're your neighbors now, Su Boss," she said. "Aren't you going to treat us to something?" Su Mo nodded. "Of course. I can manage some homemade dishes." "Miaoyin, come help me with the firewood." "Sure," Xu Miaoyin agreed. As they left, Su Jin, one of Lingxue’s attendants, couldn't help but whisper, "Miss, is he truly the man of your dreams?" Lingxue shook her head, eyes filled with pain. "I don't know, but I can say this: his appearance and physique are identical, utterly the same." "But what if it was just a dream?" Su Jin offered gently. "A dream?" Lingxue's eyes flashed cold. "You mean to say all my memories with Su Lang were mere dreams?" Su Jin paused, quickly apologizing, "I'm sorry, miss, I didn’t mean that." "I meant... ah, never mind. Miss, don't be too sad. We could just go back to our simpler days, couldn't we?" Lingxue shook her head sadly. "You don’t understand the joy he brings me. Only he can give me that kind of happiness." "Perhaps once you experience the same, you’ll understand my feelings." At her words, Su Jin and the others felt a tremble of curiosity. Could it truly surpass the joy they shared amongst themselves? Before long, Su Mo returned, setting down a platter of steamed buns and four plates of assorted dishes. "Enjoy," he said. Seeing his all-too-familiar face, Lingxue couldn't help but ask, "Is there any wine?" "I’d like a drink," she admitted. Su Mo nodded. "Certainly, but I only have Linjiang Spring. It's strong, so if you overindulge, I won't be responsible for seeing you home." Lingxue smirked, "That's fine." Su Mo then brought a bottle of his specially distilled, strongest brew—usually consumed diluted. Since Consort Lingxue claimed she could handle it, Su Mo decided to let her drink. After all, given her martial arts skills, she wouldn’t likely be harmed by it. Thinking about this, Su Mo felt a subtle sense of satisfaction. As soon as he brought over the bottle, Consort Lingxue swiftly poured herself a glass. Even though she had mentally prepared for the strong liquor, it felt like a blazing trail burned down her throat. Once it reached her stomach, a fiery warmth spread rapidly. Su Jin, one of Lingxue's attendants, took a sip and grimaced. "Miss, this drink is so spicy." To which, Consort Lingxue replied with relish, "Good wine!" Without touching her food, she started downing the liquor directly from the glass. The strong drink soon tinted her fair skin a rosy hue, making her appear both flushed and mesmerizing. Seeing Consort Lingxue gulp down the liquor, her attendants rushed to advise her, "Miss, that's enough; it's bad for your health." But she seemed oblivious, lost in her indulgence. It had been a long time since she last got drunk, and as she continued drinking, memories of her past life flooded through her mind. Her past self—if he saw her like this, surely he would have stopped her. In the kitchen, Su Mo wore a smug expression. "That woman is likely going to feel awful for the next few days," he mused. Xu Miaoyin was still unclear about what Su Mo meant. "What’s wrong, Boss Xu?" Su Mo turned to her and said, "Miaoyin, you don’t have to hide it from me. They're not your disciples, are they? They have ulterior motives towards you, yet you've kept quiet not to cause me trouble." Xu Miaoyin’s silence confirmed his suspicion. Su Mo chuckled, leaned in, and whispered the whole truth about what he did into her ear. Xu Miaoyin's eyes widened in astonishment. "One jin of this drink is equivalent to ten jin of regular wine? Will she handle it?" Su Mo, feeling pleased, replied, "She’ll be fine. After all, you martial artists can endure it. Normal people might be knocked out, but you'll only feel uncomfortable for a few days." Witnessing Su Mo stand up for her, Xu Miaoyin felt a twinge of pity for Lingxue. Simultaneously, she wrestled with whether to reveal the truth to Su Lang. But the concept of rebirth, from past life to present, sounded utterly fantastical. How could Su Lang possibly believe it? Better to leave it be, consider it a dream. Fate had granted her a second chance; she should cherish it without sharing such implausible tales with Su Lang. ... That night, Su Mo, feeling somewhat tired, chose not to practice the Yi Jin Jing with Xu Miaoyin but lay alone on his bed, intending to check his Destiny Simulation progress. Before he could, however, a strong scent of alcohol wafted in. The next moment, a tall figure appeared beside his bed, like a specter. Just as Su Mo tried to rise, a numbness spread through his shoulder as his acupoints were sealed. The commotion woke Chunzhu, who was sleeping nearby. "Brother Su, what’s..." Before she could finish, the tall figure tapped her sleep acupoint, and she fell back into slumber. Moonlight from the window revealed the face of this tall figure, a breathtaking beauty enough to enchant countless men. Su Mo recognized her. It was Consort Lingxue! What was she doing here? What had happened to Xu Miaoyin? Countless questions flooded his mind. Unable to move except for his mouth, Su Mo coldly inquired, "Consort Lingxue, why are you here? You’re drunk, you should return." "What if I refuse?" Consort Lingxue, clad in white with her robe loosely draped, straddled before him, slowly leaned in, the scent of wine from her red lips tickling his ear as she spoke with a hint of drunkenness, "Today, you have nowhere to escape..." (End of Chapter)