On the first snowy night in the future, it is possible that Night Xue and the disciple will meet on the battlefield. If he had just chosen to escape, then quietly told the other person: "Your partner once snuck into the hot spring area to peek at girls bathing. After watching, he just left." In that case, without Inran having to do anything, the disciple would personally come to have a "friendly exchange" with the master, and Dibiles' "backyard" would be set ablaze.

Thinking of such a dreadful future, Wang Xiaole became even more determined in his belief, thinking that he must do everything possible to make the girl forget about this incident.

"If we both know each other's identities, things will be easier. I am willing to trade with you, use your Empire's Marshal to exchange for your promise to keep tonight's events a secret!"

"Did you catch that muscular young man?"

Doubt only lasted for a moment. Night Xue, upon thinking about Wang Xiaole's current situation, knew that he couldn't be lying. Having been caught lying once before, telling such easily debunked lies now would only make his situation more difficult. Moreover, if the emperor could break through Le Song and the others' defenses to come here, it was likely after fierce battles. If Wang Xiaole told Night Xue directly that he had defeated Inran's main army and captured both the Marshal and his nephew, Night Xue wouldn't believe it. However, if he only mentioned that Yin Yan had been captured and suggested using him as a hostage for an exchange, Night Xue would be more inclined to believe.

As the price for sealing the memories of that night, exchanging a Marshal's freedom was something a mature politician could accept. But Night Xue did not accept it, her attitude consistent with what she later said: "Everything else may be forgiven, but not this!"

"Why not?"

"Of course! If everything has been seen so thoroughly by one man, how can I get married in the future?"

"Get, get married?"

Such words seemed like something only a conservative woman from the previous century would say, making Wang Xiaole find it fresh.

Lucia, Charley, they were typical "predator-type girls," immune to the shy reactions of ordinary girls. Bai Meow and Cai, on the other hand, became unreserved when facing specific individuals. Having known them for a while, Wang Xiaole almost forgot their shy reactions from the past.

His younger sister never shrank back when facing him, though she blushed a few times. Isabella felt embarrassed several times. However, as a master, Wang Xiaole always felt his disciple's reactions had a hint of ambiguity. Who else was there again? Wang Xiaole couldn't remember for a moment.

After his brief reverie ended, Wang Xiaole noticed an important piece of information: Since coming to this world, he had hardly encountered any girls who'd blush normally. Seeing the girl with earrings and painted nails, he hadn't imagined that she had such a pure side. But it was precisely this personality that made it tricky.

Since Night Xue especially cared about this, allowing her to forget the unpleasant experience was nearly impossible. So, Wang Xiaole had to briskly step forward and continue running around the hot spring pool.

By this time, the girl behind him had adjusted her wrong thoughts. Understanding that she couldn't surpass him in speed, Night Xue realized that no matter how she chased from behind, Wang Xiaole, who could easily distance himself seconds ahead, wouldn't be caught.

Thus, she decided to use the nearby props. Similar to her fetching a towel earlier, Night Xue's right hand flashed; as if guided by an imperceptible force, something swiftly moved towards a certain direction.

If the barrel had self-awareness, it might feel perplexed now. Originally just an ordinary wooden item, it was now thrown by the girl as a projectile towards its target.

With a "whoosh," the barrel instantly closed the distance with its target. It wasn't aimed at the body or head, but at the person's feet. The aim was precise. Night Xue knew that throwing the barrel towards Wang Xiaole's body would be easily avoided with a sidestep; aiming for the head would be pointless since he could just duck. Targeting the feet was different.

People used to running forward would find it difficult to suddenly slip and turn in another direction. Even if it didn't hit, at this moment, no matter which foot Wang Xiaole lifted, his running would be affected. Night Xue was confident that by making him slow down, she could greatly reduce the distance.

The results would achieve her goal almost regardless. Unfortunately, Wang Xiaole unexpectedly took action just as the barrel approached, frustrating Night Xue's plans. In the moment the barrel struck, he lifted both legs off the ground, initiated a controlled bounce, ensuring not to jump too high. Friction between the barrel and his feet led him to land on the barrel's surface, utilizing its forward momentum.

Like a performer balancing on a ball, Wang Xiaole's speed increased instantaneously.

"This running posture is so similar to Koji...," Night Xue couldn't help but think of the hamster she kept at home. Shouldn't Koji be reaching the age when hamsters need companionship?

In that instant, Night Xue's mind wandered, but her left hand remained active. Just as her right hand had flashed twice before, it was now the left hand's turn.

The object drawn by that hand was essential in bathhouses or bathrooms, commonly known as "soap." Night Xue's left hand flicked, sending the soap flying in a non-linear path.

Thud! The soap hit the wall, then Night Xue infused it with her energy, guiding it towards a specific spot. What was empty a moment ago was now where Wang Xiaole's foot landed, coinciding with the soap's arrival.

In this moment, the fate of the barrel and the Qin king was eerily similar. History had a scene where Jing Ke missed assassinating the king and hit a pillar instead. The barrel's destiny replicated it, now shattered by the soap.

Wang Xiaole, akin to a fateful partner with the barrel, saw his escapades end as the barrel met its demise. Bereft of footing, he tumbled into the water.

The pool water, tainted by the girls' activities, emitted a memorable scent. Though pleasant, it was the last thing Wang Xiaole wanted to smell at that moment. Night Xue didn't miss the golden opportunity and swiftly dove in, circling Wang Xiaole and launching a rapid attack while he expelled water from his mouth.

"Sis got you!"

This declaration signaled her success. Even as Night Xue gripped his arms from behind, Wang Xiaole was not ready to give up without a fight. In the frenetic struggle, his anxious voice rang out: "Don't move, don't move! You're so close, one more movement and we'll collide!"

Night Xue would not allow someone to tarnish the purity of others, even if the transgression was merely a glance at things he shouldn't have seen. There were no knights or "Tai Mei" around, and even if they came closer, their main role would only be as bystanders. Not wanting three people to know about this, Night Xue decided to personally carry out the capture.

When it came to subduing the criminal, she approached it with gravity, though there were clear contradictions in her attitude. She attempted to grab Wang Xiaole with her hands but didn't want any unnecessary physical contact to occur. This led to a comical scene of awkward positioning. While Night Xue's arms wrapped around Wang Xiaole's arms from behind in a joint lock, her front maintained a significant distance from him. For every struggle he made, Night Xue would twist her body with utmost flexibility to avoid any accidental "intimate contact."

However, this tableau would undoubtedly lead to misunderstandings if looked at carelessly. The unintended audience to this misunderstanding then walked in without a clue. "Xiao Xue, I heard a loud noise from inside, what are you doing—Huh!?"

Flora had arrived. A ghostly presence indeed, Flora had keen eyesight and immediately saw her good friend in a compromising position with another friend. While she was happy that Wang Xiaole had come, the sight before her was too stimulating. If not for the scenario being too intense, Flora would probably have been thinking of how to matchmake the two friends.

"Now that I see, it seems I don't have a role to play now... Wishing you both a pleasant evening!"

With that, Flora turned and ran out, unperturbed by any calls to stop in her tracks. According to the manga he'd seen, Wang Xiaole deduced a rule: If someone inadvertently sees a situation like this and doesn't intervene immediately, the chances of that person returning are slim. And not only will the person who ought to return not come back, depending on the circumstances, it might attract a large group of unrelated people.

Underneath that rule lay some truths, but Wang Xiaole didn't realize he had only guessed half of it. "Wait a minute! Even if they were going to do that kind of thing, why is Xiao Xue behind? Are you two positions reversed?" Puzzled by this question, Flora ran back halfway, before hurrying back once more.

Miss Phantom was crouching at the entrance, peering inside, with multiple female figures beside her.

In the previous moment, the voice of Flora successfully attracted nearby female knights to this place.

Those people, upon witnessing the rare and spectacular scene, all adopted a bystander attitude, the only regret being not related.