(meanwhile)at the Jade Chamber

From the highest balcony of the Jade Chamber, Ningguang watched the lights of the mansion she had prepared for him.

A soft, satisfied smile played on her lips as she took a slow sip of wine. Her body still ached deliciously from how thoroughly the Traveler had used her earlier. Every time she shifted, she could feel the remnants of his cum still deep inside her — a warm, constant reminder.

How interesting… she thought, golden eyes half-lidded with lingering lust.

She had given him one of her most private and luxurious estates without hesitation. Staffed it exclusively with beautiful, willing, fertile young women who had been instructed to obey his every whim. They were all hand-picked — healthy, eager, and screened for maximum appeal.

And yet, there wasn’t a single trace of jealousy in her heart.

Why would there be?

A woman of her status didn’t lower herself to something as petty as exclusivity. If anything, providing him with an entire mansion full of willing holes only elevated her position in his eyes. It showed generosity. Power. Confidence.

It showed that she understood her place in this new desire of hers.

Ningguang gently touched her still-swollen lower belly, feeling the slight bulge he had left behind. A quiet shiver ran through her.

“He could have asked for anything,” she murmured to herself, voice silky and amused. “Wealth. Power. Even the Gnosis itself. And yet all he truly wants is freedom and his sister…”

Her smile deepened, almost fond.

Which makes me want him even more.

She had already issued new orders. Any request from the Traveler — no matter how absurd — was to be treated as highest priority. Resources, information, women, protection… all of it was his now. Liyue’s neutrality be damned when it came to him.

Ningguang leaned against the railing, the cool night air brushing against her barely-covered body.

She could picture it clearly: him fucking Rosaria on that massive bed she had chosen specifically for its size and sturdiness. Maybe one or two of the maids joining in later. Maybe all of them.

The thought didn’t anger her.

It aroused her.

Because every time he used one of those girls, every time he filled another womb, it only reminded her how she had been the first powerful woman in Liyue to surrender so completely to him.

And she would gladly do it again.

Ningguang finished her wine and set the glass down, her eyes gleaming with quiet obsession.

“Enjoy your gift, Traveler,” she whispered into the night, a soft, possessive smile on her lips.

“I’ll be waiting for my next turn.”

She had never wanted anyone this badly before.

And Ningguang always got what she wanted — one way or another.