The Founder of Flower Swap Jade Touch and My Name Is Not The Fool

If you think Princess Embroidered Jade suddenly lost her dignity, then you're seriously underestimating how scheming a certain guy can be. Let's rewind a few minutes—the truth is actually like this:

"Hoo—" Princess Embroidered Jade took a deep breath. With The Fool's occasional help using his Sound Skill, she finally managed to stabilize her internal energy. The long-term negative effects were mostly dispelled, but she still had sixty years' worth of innate energy left—ten years less than before. Just one broadcast performance from Lady Simone cost her ten years of cultivation. Clearly, she couldn't afford to wait any longer. The Fool was right: if they wanted to survive, they had to seize the chance and go for a one-hit kill.

She nodded at The Fool to show she was ready. The Fool nodded back, then spread his arms wide. Princess Embroidered Jade blushed furiously, but still walked over and stood with her back against his chest. The two of them stretched out their arms in a Titanic pose. The Fool used the cloth he'd tied around her leg to bind their wrists together, then twisted his arms and waist, doing a set of radio calisthenics.

"How's the new setup? Getting used to it yet?" The Fool scribbled in Princess Embroidered Jade's palm: "In a bit, your one and only job is to channel your internal energy and boost me. Forget everything else—just trust me." Yep, Princess Embroidered Jade was barely hanging in there, and with her energy dropping, she couldn't keep up with the fight. So The Fool's genius idea? Fusion dance, baby!

Just like Jill Young and Jack Young—one takes care of the moves, the other pumps in the internal energy. It's all about tag-team synergy!

This pose was way too close for comfort—even with a few centimeters of buffer, Princess Embroidered Jade’s face was burning red. She scribbled back: "Alright, I trust you. But how exactly are we supposed to bait Lady Simone in here?"

"You don't need to worry about that," The Fool said confidently. "Didn't I just say? We'll put on a show and trick her into coming in."

Put on a show? What kind of show? Princess Embroidered Jade was about to ask, but The Fool suddenly started making all sorts of moves with her—just normal slapping and tapping, probably rehearsing for the upcoming fight. She swallowed her questions and focused on cooperating. But The Fool, while moving, kept making sound effects, and finally blurted out: "What are you doing? Stop! Don't..."

Huh?! What the heck is going on? Princess Embroidered Jade was totally confused. She turned to look at The Fool—his face was blank, but his voice sounded panicked and surprised. What was he up to?

After all the sound effects, The Fool added, "Quit pulling, this is my last piece of cloth—let go, seriously!"

Hiss—Princess Embroidered Jade sucked in a breath. She finally got it, and her face instantly turned beet red. Sure, she'd been blushing for ages, but this time it was pure rage. That jerk—he actually played her as some shameless hussy! If it were anyone else, anywhere else, any other situation, Princess Embroidered Jade would absolutely have killed a guy who dared pull this stunt. But right now, all she could do was shout, flustered and furious: "D-don't say another word!"

She wanted to say something else, but The Fool suddenly lunged forward, pinning her to the ground. Then, from the scraps of her already tattered skirt, he tore off another strip and tightly bound her wrists. After rolling around on the floor a few times, The Fool ended up squarely on top of her.

When they were talking strategy earlier, it was all about teamwork and putting on a show to beat the enemy—nobody said anything about this! Nobody told me there’d be a bed scene, director! Princess Embroidered Jade was so mad she was shaking, gritting her teeth: "I want to..." She meant to say "I want to kill you," but those words just spun around her mouth and, in the end, refused to come out—like her own lips didn’t want to say it.

She was angry and flustered, her heart pounding wildly, biting her lip as she struggled a few times. But then The Fool’s fingers suddenly traced two words on the back of her hand: "She's here!"

Lady Simone—is she already here?

Princess Embroidered Jade tensed up, then forced herself to calm down and circulate her internal energy. The Fool kept writing: "Grow roots under your feet." She had no idea what he meant, but decided to trust him. Her soles pressed against his feet, internal energy flowed out, and The Fool’s feet instantly merged with the earth—solid as a rock, rooted even deeper than a tree.

Nothing seemed off around them, the radio play was still going, but Princess Embroidered Jade could sense an aura closing in. Lady Simone was here—right behind them! An invisible crisis was creeping into the stone chamber; if they failed now, it was game over!

In the middle of this crisis, The Fool suddenly opened his right hand and grabbed the back of Princess Embroidered Jade’s hand. Warm, strong, steady—she knew this was the sign. The final moment was here. There was only one shot at this—do or die, all riding on this move!

Then, The Fool suddenly flipped them over. His Achilles tendon was like a steel cable, unleashing unimaginable force in an instant. The two of them went from lying flat on the ground to a dramatic backward arch in a split second. The move was so explosive, The Fool put everything he had into it—even the stone floor cracked with a loud snap.

In a flash, offense and defense swapped places. Princess Embroidered Jade felt the world spin, and suddenly—there was Lady Simone’s belly right in front of her! It was like sliding under a car to fix it, but instead, she saw Lady Simone flying through the air—her guard wide open!