I calmed down after a Month of this… violent form of therapy.

Just in time, because finally, Bing-di was able to stay awake for longer, his Ying-deficiency nearly cured.

Now we only had to carefully heal and reduce the scarring on his mind (and how lucky was he that he didn't have any sexual transmitted diseases?).

'Is it okay with you, Bing-di, that instead of healing you, I will heal your wives today? I do not have more time than a day a week, so…'

And even that time was hard won. I hadn't slept as often in the last time as I had wanted to.

Bing-di smiled at me, one of the smiles I often saw on Binghe: so bright you could think you looked at the sun.

'Sure! I don't mind!'

I would never get over just how efficient the three Empresses were.

I found Liu Mingyan and told her that I would heal the Harem today, and just two minutes later I had my first patients.

Do you still remember all those Night-hunts I got to?

And how I complained just how many Maidens are caught up in them?

Apparently Bing-di had also rescued those Maidens.

The Marriage Proposals I had avoided like a champion, however… well, there was a reason why he had so many wives in his harem.

I chatted pleasantly with the girls.

I asked after Sun Yingtai's Father, who had been wholly unpleasant to work with, but took a one hundred and eighty degrees' turn when I brought her back, nearly throwing her at me.

Some conversations weren't as nice: When I asked after Xia Jiaying's Fiancé, she teared up. It seemed as if he had sacrificed himself for her, something that made Bind-di comfort her, where one thing led to another…

I could only shake my head at the horniness of Bing-di.

The demonic Wives were harder to heal.

I experimented with Sha Hualing about how I could restore her Ying-Qi. With the influx of the Qi, she went breathless and red in the face, which worried me enough to stop for a moment until she was better.

She assured me that it was a normal part of the procedure and that all Demons would react to Ying-Qi the same way, something that admittedly reassured me when I had the third demon-wife sitting in front of me with all signs of a fever.

I also spoke to the women about their future. A lot of them, now that they had clear minds again, wanted to divorce their Husband.

I didn't blame them: it was hard to be in a harem of nearly three hundred members (as I had found out).

If he gave a day to each of them, it meant you only saw him once a year, that was no base of a happy marriage, no matter how good the sex was.

And I, by now, knew exactly that Sex could in no way replace a real Relationship.

Liu Qingge and I hadn't even spoken about basic things like our favourite Colour. I knew exactly what to whisper in his ear to make him lose his mind, but his favourite tea? No Idea.

So yeah, I was empathizing with those poor Women. At least they had the Excuse of Ying-Deficiency, I didn't.

I had just been led by my dick.

As always, the sweet power of Denial (You'd like me to join your family? Oh, sorry, I already am adopted but I would have adored to be your Brother!) and the characteristic ancient china 'not telling exactly what you wanted' saved me from the marriage proposals coming my way.
Who knew that they would like a healer that much?

Anyway, at the end of it, I had healed the whole harem and was exhausted.

I said a quick good-bye to Bing-di, explained to him who wanted a divorce and why.

'This Lord is only interested in his own gender anymore.' He explained to me, taking my hand.

I patted him on the head. 'Good for you. If you have no feelings for your harem, then you should speak to them. And take care of your court before you divorce the three empresses, you are not as good at politics as them.'
I advised him, patted him on the head once more while beginning to gather the Energy.

Before I could teleport home, however, a portal opening up in Bing-di's Bedroom distracted me.

I knew Xin Mo when I saw it (I had my own and had made it better, of course I would recognize it).

Another Binghe stepped out of the Portal, followed by… Baba?

They were holding hands?

What?

And Baba's Aura was… not right.

He had something weaving in and out of his Meridians, something electric blue and static to my Senses.

And what I could sense of his Qi, it was tranquil and soft, not the prickly sensation I associated with my Baba.

That was not my Baba, so either the Universes had diverged totally, or something else was going on.

Maybe something that had to the with the different, electric Aura I sensed.

I chanced a quick glance at Bing-di, but I should have known that he was still healing and wouldn't be up to any fights.

He could barely stand up.

And I was tired and cranky.

I did not want to fight without even knowing why they were here.
Diplomacy it was.

I sighed and unsealed my fancier table and seats as well as my tea-set.

'Please, sit down. Tea, anyone?' I asked pleasantly, a polite smile on behind my veil.

The two intruders exchanged a bewildered glance, but the Culture had trained them enough that they wouldn't be able to refuse without being totally rude.
And in Ancient Magical China, it was better to be dead than to lose your honour.

I helped Bing-di to sit down, then brewed tea.

I very carefully noticed how this Shen Qingqiu took three sugars and Milk into his Tea.
Baba couldn't stomach too much sugar in his tea. He said it was because it would ruin the delicate taste of the Leaves, but I knew it came from his past as a Street-Urchin where too much sugar could make you sick.

Was that a difference between universes or was that really someone else, masquerading as my Baba?

The latter would make more sense, with everything.

When finally, everyone had a steaming cup in front of them, I begun.

'So who are the Cultivators that invaded the Bedroom of a recovering Person? This one hopes you had a very good Reason for it.'
The third Binghe (honestly, what was it with Binghe always being in the Midst of every Mess?) bowed.

'This one is Luo Binghe and this is my Husband, Shen Qingqiu. And we came because the Luo Binghe of this World had invaded ours and tried to abduct my Husband.'

Did this surprise me?

Not one bit.

Former Kidnappee, here.

I sighed, deeply and shot Bing-di a look. 'Apologize.'

Bing-di bowed deeply and grumbled out an Apology.

Good enough.

Shen Qingqiu had proceeded to be even more suspicious.

He had a fan out, something Baba would never do while drinking tea.

And the Fan was one Fuqin had gifted him, something he only took out at special occasions.

And this Shen Qingqiu hadn't married Fuqin, so why would he use one of the gifts that were intended as Courting Gifts?

'Besides, your Husband is not Shen Qingqiu.' I said, taking a sip.

I was tired, better be direct and get it over and done with.

The False Shen Qingqiu sputtered, but I saw the Look of Panic.

Why did I always have to be right?

Binghe the third stood up violently. 'How dare you...?'

I took another Sip and shot him a quelling look I had perfected with unruly disciples. 'Sit down, Luo Binghe.'
He did, still scowling.

'Let me introduce myself. I am Shen Ming, adopted son of Shen Qingqiu. And I know my Baba and this there? It is not him. I won't interfere in your Universe until you want me to, so do with that knowledge what you want, but I won't let you pretend to be my Baba.'

'O-Of course I am Shen Qingqiu!' The Pretender said, but it lacked conviction.

Instead, his Eyes roved back and forth, as if reading something invisible.

'Alright. If you are Shen Qingqiu, what is the Name of the Prostitute that gave you food and shelter when you needed you when you lived on the streets?' I asked calmly.
'I- I…'

'My Husband had a Qi-deviation when he was younger, a lot of his Memories were wiped away.' Luo Binghe the third said arrogantly.

'Nice story.' I said, placidly. 'Then what is the static, blue-glowing power suffusing his entire being? How would you explain that?'

Shen Qingqiu's Jaw has dropped, his fan not hiding enough of it. 'You… you can see the System? How?'

'Shizun?'

I pushed down another sigh.

Why did I always seem to run into problems that only I could solve?

Was there no other competent Cultivator around?

'Shen Qingqiu, or whatever your name is. Do you want me to try and free you from the foreign power, I think you called it a System?'

'Yes, please! If you could…'

He winced as if something painful had happened and I quickly took his arm now that I had his Consent.

Whatever this Power was, it was awfully hard to detect and even harder to get their hooks out of this poor person in Baba's Body.

At least the Shen Qingqiu reassured his husband that everything was well, even though it had to be painful judging from his grimasses.

At least it didn't take so long.

I was more familiar with Baba's Meridians than even my own, and despite the diffrent person inhabiting the body, the meridians were the same.

Finally I sat back, letting go of the arm.

I was still breathing hard, that took a lot of concentration.

I had to make sure that not a bit of the power would come back while simultaneously getting rid of more of it and making sure nothing of it would jump over to myself.
I took a fortifying sip of tea and grimaced when I noticed that the Tea had long since gone cold.

'Are you alright? Anything still feeling weird or anything left over from the 'System'?'

I asked while setting a little Warming- Talisman on the Tea-Cup with my Qi.

Ah.

Nothing was better than drinking Tea at the perfect Temperature.

'It's finally… it's finally gone. I… I am free!' Then suddenly I had an Arm full of a weepy version of my father, I just had enough time to rescue my cup.

My help-seeking gaze to the Husband Luo Binghe wasn't doing anything: He was too busy staring holes in my head. What was his problem?

My Instincts as Head-Disciple kicked in, making me stroke his back and shush him while he cried in my Robes.

Look, I wasn't a good person to go to for emotional Outbursts, but you try to raise students from the average age of thirteen to adulthood and not know how to calm them down!
I had had enough practice, alone with Luo Binghe who had at a very young age decided that I looked very pillow-ly, enough to cry his heart into myself whenever he wanted.

That skill was life-saving!

When he finally calmed down, I lifted him up and placed him in the lap of his Husband again.

'So… what exactly happened here? What is your real Name? And who was this 'System'?'

Slowly, with lots of stocks and tearful Confessions of Love towards his Husband, Shen Yuan's story came out.

He came from another World similar to mine and after his death he was forthfully shoved into the Body of my Baba.

He had foreknowledge of this world, which apparently existed as a story in his, and a system that forced him to act a specific way and to fullfill missions on threat of pain.

Well, that explained not only a lot of the crazy Plantlife and Beasts, but also some of the Missions I have been to.

There had been one that perfectly mirrored Beauty and the Beast, for Heavens Sake!

I had thought I had lost it, seeing all of those parallels!

At the end of the Story, Bing-di, who had dozed a little, pouted.

'Why am I the only one who had to live through all of that? Your Binghe has married Shen Qingqiu and you have even rescued your Binghe out of the Endless Abyss!'
When the two of them looked at me with wide eyes I waved them off.

'That was no problem. And Bing-di, stopp complaining. Your live is a result of your own poor decisions, owe up to it. You could have changed peaks or simply left the Sect. You could have denied the Dream Demon. You didn't have to show off in front of other Disciples at the Immortal Alliance Conference. You did not have to marry threehundred wives. You did not have to kill Cang Qiong Mountain, all the Disciples who had never even met you. Those were your Choices.'
I said scathingly.

I just as soon regreted my words, but they were true.

Bing-di liked to complain how bad he had it, he was all 'woe-is-me'. I hated it.

Meng Mo and Xin Mo messed with his Head, true. But they couldn't go against his standing principles. If he had wanted to only have one wife and no more, he wouldn't have been able to be convinced to marry more.

Just the same to the Destruction of Cang Qiong. And as hard as I tried, I couldn't forgive Bing-di for destroying my home.

Normally I could mask it, but I was tired.

Besides, I was frustrated and overworked enough.

And tomorrow was my 'Aggression with the Endless Abyss'-Day, so I had enough Frustration already bottled down.

Plus the way those two husbands, one with the face of Baba, acted so lovey-dovey, it really went on my last nerve.

I wanted to go home, hug Baba and maybe bake a little something with Fuqin.

He had told me that he found the most delicious Cookie-recipe when I had been away, didn't he? Maybe we could finally come around to that.

I didn't have to listen to this.

I owed this world nothing.

Anything that would come out of my mouth would be full of poison anyway, since I had already stayed longer than I wanted to, my social battery on zero.

'I am going back to my world. I see you next week, Bing-di. Nice meeting you, Shen Yuan, Shen Binghe. You can visit me in my world at any time.' I said, bowing.

I could only see how Luo Binghe the third went bright red before the typical disorientation of my Transportation set in and I looked into the Meeting Hall on Qing Ding.

Now, on to liberate Fuqin from the Paperwork and bake some Cookies.

I really think Cookies are just what the Doctor ordered to calm my freezled nerves…

Ying-Qi is like a Aprodisiac for Demons, just so you understand why exactly those Demon-Wifes stood in front of SM, red in the face...

You can thank DarkDust27 for their Comment, because of them I wrote SVSSS Characters into this Chapter (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)
I am still ill, so there will be more Mistakes than normally in this Chapter.
I will probably edit it again once I am okay again, but I decided to forget about my Perfectionism for once.
Hope you liked it anyway!