Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

What a piece of trash!

In crucial moments, you still have to rely on yourself!

Seeing Consort Li faint on the ground, Mu Wanrong was so angry that she almost ground her teeth to powder.

She took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.

The intense heat brought on by the drug, coupled with her extreme desire for power, temporarily suppressed her fear.

On her stunningly beautiful face, she wore an expression that was both pitiful and resentful, yet also showed a hint of resignation.

"The guilty concubine, Mu Wanrong..."

Mu Wanrong knelt down and crawled towards Lin Mo little by little.

The dark gold phoenix robe rubbed against the gold bricks, making a soft rustling sound.

"Lead the women of the harem to respectfully welcome His Majesty."

She crawled to Lin Mo's feet and looked up.

Her peach blossom eyes, made watery and sparkling by the drug, stared intently at Lin Mo.

"The Xia family has acted immorally, incurring the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of the people. As the Empress Dowager of the Great Xia, I am aware of my grave sins."

As Mu Wanrong spoke, she straightened her upper body seemingly unintentionally.

The striking white fabric at her neckline, accompanied by her rapid breathing, was displayed without reservation before Lin Mo's eyes.

"But women like concubines, living deep within the inner palace, know nothing of the affairs of the previous dynasty."

"Now that the Great Xia Dynasty is gone, I, a mere willow branch, am already Your Majesty's prisoner."

She stretched out her fair, delicate hand, adorned with nail polish, and gently placed it on Lin Mo's calf.

Fingertips lightly brushed against the fabric.

"If only Your Majesty could spare these innocent sisters in the harem."

"This humble servant is willing to atone for my sins to Your Majesty in any way possible."

"Your Majesty, I beg you... to have mercy."

As she spoke the last two words, her voice turned into a soft moan of unbearable pleasure.

Inside the main hall, the other kneeling concubines blushed with shame upon hearing the Empress Dowager's explicit words and buried their heads even deeper.

"Have mercy on me?"

Lin Mo squatted down.

He stretched out two fingers and unceremoniously pinched Mu Wanrong's chin, lifting it upwards.

The surface was frighteningly hot to the touch.

It felt like touching a piece of warm, red-hot jade.

Mu Wanrong was forced to look up and meet Lin Mo's gaze.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her breath, carrying a scorching heat, sprayed onto the back of Lin Mo's hand.

The icy touch on her fingers was a deadly antidote for her at that moment.

She couldn't control herself at all, and her chin gently rubbed against Lin Mo's fingers.

Lin Mo withdrew his hand and stood up straight.

This woman has taken her medication.

"Is the Empress Dowager hot?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is not hot..."

Mu Wanrong spoke in a high-pitched voice, drawing out the last syllable.

Lin Mo ignored her, turned around, lifted his wide black robe, and sat down on the phoenix chair with an air of grandeur.

"Since it's not hot, let's get down to business."

Lin Mo crossed his legs, the toes of his black boots pointing directly at Mu Wanrong.

"Zhao Wu told me that the Xia family has a hidden treasure trove and is also secretly training assassins?"

Mu Wanrong was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Your Majesty is wise; the Great Xia treasury has long been empty, there is no treasure to be found..."

Mu Wanrong tried to explain, her body moving uncontrollably closer to Lin Mo.

The collar of her phoenix robe was wide open, exposing large swathes of dazzling white skin to the air, which swayed violently with her breathing.

Lin Mo lifted his foot.

The black deerskin soles pressed directly against Mu Wanrong's round, fair shoulders.

With a little force, push her back.

"I am interrogating you, don't try to get close to me."

Lin Mo's voice was as cold as ice.

Mu Wanrong felt not humiliated by the shoe sole pressing against her, but her mind exploded with a "boom".

Under the influence of the medication, this harsh rejection gave her an unprecedented and strange stimulation.

She's going crazy!

Lin Mo ignored Mu Wanrong and instead pointed to the women kneeling in the hall below.

"Raise your heads, everyone."

Thousands of concubines raised their heads tremblingly, revealing tear-streaked, terrified faces.

"Those with a pure and lovely appearance, please stand on the left. Those with a graceful and charming figure, please stand on the right."

The women dared not disobey.

A rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other suddenly filled the hall.

The women scrambled to their feet, looked each other over, and began sorting the items according to Lin Mo's instructions.

Soon, a group of young girls, not yet fully grown, or plain-looking girls, gathered on the left.

The right side is much more spectacular, featuring various tight-fitting palace dresses, long legs, slender waists, and voluptuous figures, dazzling the eyes.

Mu Wanrong knelt before the phoenix chair, watching Lin Mo inspect the group of women. The anxiety in her heart, the torment of the drug, mixed with a strange jealousy, burned brighter and brighter.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

She abandoned all dignity and grabbed Lin Mo's leg.

"Your Majesty... I know where the treasure is..."

Mu Wanrong tilted her head back, her burning cheeks pressed against Lin Mo's thigh, rubbing against him gently without any restraint.

Lin Mo lowered his head.

"Where?"

"In...in my palace...Your Majesty, please come with me...I will show you everything, bit by bit..."

Mu Wanrong's voice was sweet and cloying, and her fair fingers caressed Lin Mo's thigh.

"I'm not going."

Lin Mo flicked his ankle and kicked her away.

Mu Wanrong stood there, stunned.

She, the Empress Dowager of the Great Xia Dynasty, had gone to such lengths, and he still refused?!

"The trial will take place right here."

Lin Mo pointed to the spacious main hall.

"In front of over a thousand people, Empress Dowager, speak louder! Where is the treasure?"

Mu Wanrong was filled with shame and indignation, and the blush on her face turned into a purplish-brown color.

In front of the entire harem, she clung to his leg and begged for his pleasure, only to be rejected. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life!

Lin Mo's gaze wandered through the crowd, finally settling on the group on his left.

There stood a young girl wearing a plain white dress.

Cold and aloof. Solitary and proud.

The women around her were trembling and crying, but she stood ramrod straight.

Like a snow lotus on a snow-capped mountain, it stands out starkly against the smoky atmosphere of the grand hall.

A light blue panel pops up.

Name: Xia Qinghan

[Identity: Ninth Princess of the Great Xia Dynasty]

Appearance rating: 97

[Talent: Mystic Ice Saint Body (Not Activated)]

[Conquest Rewards: Mystic Ice Sword Technique, 100 Years of Cultivation Power, Spiritual Firearm Blueprint x1]

One hundred years of cultivation!

More than what the Empress Dowager gave!?

This imperial harem is indeed a place blessed with good feng shui!

Lin Mo's eyes gleamed, and he quickly walked up to Xia Qinghan, feigning ignorance as he asked the question.

"What's your name?"

Xia Qinghan bit her lip hard, her voice icy.

"Kill me if you want, I have nothing to say."

"Kill me if you want?"

Lin Mo didn't get angry; instead, he laughed.

"In the laws of our Great Qian Dynasty, there is no such thing as a free lunch."

He raised his hand and pinched Xia Qinghan's chin directly.

"open!"

Xia Qinghan's eyes sharpened, and she raised her hand to slap Lin Mo's arm.

Snapped!

A crisp impact sound rang out.

Lin Mo's arm remained motionless, but Xia Qinghan let out a cry of pain.

Her entire arm was numb from the shock and fell limply to her side.

Lin Mo's current physical strength is something that an ordinary woman like her could not possibly challenge.

He twisted his wrist, pinching Xia Qinghan's chin tightly with two fingers, forcing her to raise her head.

Her face, which could launch a thousand ships, was now slightly red with tears in her eyes from pain and humiliation.

Tears clung to her long eyelashes.

His clear, cold eyes were filled with resentment and stubbornness.

She looked pitiful, yet stubbornly defiant like a small animal driven to the brink of despair.

"Still a wild horse."

Lin Mo smiled.