gives mixed impressions

The journey to Liyue was peaceful for the most part — Rosaria spent most of it either sleeping against him or lazily riding his cock whenever they stopped to rest. But the moment they crossed the border into Liyue, things took a sudden turn.

A group of Millelith soldiers immediately surrounded them.

“Slave trader scum!” one of them barked, weapons drawn. “We’ve had reports of outlanders smuggling women across the border. You’re under arrest!”

Rosaria’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. The temperature around her dropped sharply as cryo energy crackled in her palms. “I’ll rip your fucking heads off—”

Aether quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back against his chest. “Easy. Let me handle this peacefully.”

It took every bit of his persuasion (and a few whispered promises of rough sex later) to calm the feral nun down. She still glared daggers at every guard, growling under her breath, but she behaved.

They were escorted straight to the Jade Chamber — or rather, a grand audience hall within the floating palace. And there, waiting for them on her opulent throne, was Ningguang herself.

The Tianquan of Liyue was barely dressed, as usual. She wore an exquisite but extremely revealing golden outfit that was more jewelry and silk ribbons than actual clothing. Her massive breasts were barely contained, her long legs exposed, and the thin fabric between her thighs left very little to the imagination. She looked like a living treasure — proud, untouchable, and radiating absolute authority.

Ningguang’s sharp golden eyes scanned Aether and the seething Rosaria beside him.

“So this is the suspected slave trader,” she said coolly. “Explain yourselves.”

Aether calmly told the truth — he was just a traveler looking for his sister, Rosaria was his companion, and there had been a misunderstanding. Ningguang listened carefully, her expression unchanging… until she confirmed through her informants that he was telling the truth.

The guards immediately paled.

Ningguang waved her hand dismissively. “A regrettable error. You are free to go.”

But as Aether prepared to leave, Ningguang stood up gracefully, the golden silk barely covering her body. She descended the steps with elegant poise, stopping right in front of him.

“However… as the leader of Liyue, I must take responsibility for this mistake.” Her voice was smooth and commanding. “It would be beneath me to let such a misunderstanding go uncompensated.”

She looked him up and down slowly, a faint, intrigued smile playing on her lips.

“You are quite the interesting man, Traveler. Strong enough to keep that wild woman at your side under control.” Her eyes flicked to Rosaria for a moment, then back to him. “As compensation for the inconvenience… I offer you my body.”

The entire hall went dead silent.

Ningguang, the proud and untouchable Tianquan whom no one dared to touch, casually let her golden silks slip from her shoulders, revealing her perfect, heavy breasts and smooth, elegant body in full.

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“You may use me however you wish,” she said calmly, as if offering him tea. “Right here, if that pleases you. Consider it Liyue’s formal apology.”

Rosaria raised an eyebrow, a dangerous smirk forming. “Well, well… Look at that. The rich lady wants to get fucked too.”

Ningguang’s golden eyes sparkled with challenge as she stepped even closer to Aether, pressing her soft, expensive-smelling body against him.

“So… what will it be, Traveler? Will you accept my personal compensation?”

She was clearly aroused by the situation — nipples hard, thighs subtly rubbing together — but still carried herself with that unshakable pride.

The most powerful woman in Liyue was offering herself up freely, right in the middle of her own audience hall, just to make things right.