["Sis, I want you to train with me again," I said between bites.

"Hmm, fine! This is too important to skip!" Ling Ling ground her teeth. That bastard Yang Honggang actually wanted my Yeer to call him brother-in-law? Unforgivable. I’ll kill him someday.

"Sis, what would you do? Without high-tier or mid-tier magic," Lin Ye asked.

"First, secure advantageous terrain. Then ambush and whittle them down from range. Only strike decisively when their skills are on cooldown," Ling Ling replied.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I’d use ninjutsu to bait his skills first. Once he’s drained, I’d combo him down fast," Lin Ye said.

"Hey now~ Does Yeer really love Sis that much? Shouldn’t Sis get a little reward?" Ling Ling leaned in close, her voice dripping with suggestion.

"N-no thanks... We need to... train, right? Besides... after eating... we should rest..." Lin Ye stammered.

"Honestly? I’ve decided—I must reach the legendary Holy Rank. Shed this Bloodline blood, sever our kinship... then Yeer and I can do all sorts of shameless, naughty things together." Ling Ling’s voice turned honeyed as she hugged him tight. "But for now... I must endure this love for you. So as a reward for Sis working so hard... just give me your body for five minutes. ♥"

Lin Ye froze. Memories flooded back—forest days filled with Ling Ling’s tongue tracing his skin, experimental kisses, S&M games, even his little brother hadn’t escaped her attention. His face paled. *We’ve done everything but procreate. She’s marrying me. This is inevitable.*

"...Do as you wish," Lin Ye whispered, surrendering. No—*falling*. Resistance was pointless. He couldn’t win fights, debates, or struggles.

"No holding back then! Yeer truly loves me!" Thrilled by his submission, Ling Ling pinned him down, her ample bosom pressing against him as her hands wandered lower. Soft whimpers escaped Lin Ye’s lips.

Ten minutes later, Lin Ye sat slumped on the floor, clothes disheveled, eyes hollow and distant. Ling Ling smoothed her dress, licked her fingers, and chirped: "Time for training, Yeer!" He rose mechanically and followed her out.

Their sparring resumed.

Meanwhile, Nan Ling stood in a lavish, aristocratic bedroom, gazing at the crimson moon hanging over the starry sky.

A silver-haired butler approached. "Miss, the master summons you."

"Understood, Butler Xiao." Nan Ling glided from her chamber toward another palace hall.

A crescent moon glided past the ornate watchtower, spilling hazy amber light over the high walls. The palace grounds lay shrouded in mystery and silence. Distant vermilion towers stood like jewels embedded in snow. Gilded rooftops peeked through treetops—golden islands adrift in darkness.

Nan Ling sighed. This view never lost its magic.

Inside the grand hall, a blond elder in a tailored suit watched her warmly.

"Looking radiant, Ling’er. Finally tasted that blood you craved, hmm? What kind could make our blood-averse heiress so obsessed?" he asked gently.

"Grandpa... it’s from the boy I love. Of course I’m obsessed!" Nan Ling blushed.

"Hah! Girls grow up so fast. What man thawed our ice queen’s heart? I must meet him!" he teased.

"Xiao Yeye has the gentlest heart, the purest smile, the handsomest face—I adore him most of all! But ‘ice queen’? Really?" Nan Ling pouted.

"I’m even more curious now. Oh, and your father’s returning from the front. He wants to meet your boyfriend."

"Oh?" Nan Ling’s heart sank. *If Xiao Yeye comes to the Bloodline realm... they’ll treat him like premium cuisine.* She had to stop this. *Strategy time.*

Beneath the crimson moon, she wondered: *What are you doing, Yeye? Do you miss me?*