There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

With so many loot points, I refuse to believe we won't get any goods today!

Like a gambler who refuses to believe in bad luck, Jiang Mo continued to bury himself in his gambles, gradually becoming numb to the plummeting points he had accumulated, no longer feeling any heartache.

Just treat it as an insignificant string of numbers.

Finally, after countless draws and countless hours of accumulating experience in breaking and picking locks, almost turning Jiang Mo into a master thief, a dazzling golden light appeared in the interface of the Memory Sea Remnants.

Hey, I won!

I finally got a character from that awful banner with no pity system!!

Overwhelmed with uncontrollable ecstasy, the dazzling golden light spread out like the rising sun, sweeping across the entire interface of the Memory Retrieval.

It also swept through Jiang Mo's mind.

"Riding the Wind and Embracing the Moon" is truly an extremely profound internal skill.

Not only does one need martial arts talent, but one must also understand the profound philosophical principles contained within. Many of the key phrases are taken from Zhuangzi's "Free and Easy Wandering".

The way is:

If the wind does not accumulate sufficiently, it cannot support large wings. Therefore, at a distance of ninety thousand miles, the wind is below, and only then can it gather strength; bearing the blue sky on its back, with nothing hindering it, only then can it set its sights south…

Therefore, this is an internal energy cultivation method that can serve as the foundation of martial arts.

It is by no means a simple martial art or movement technique.

This is a major characteristic of the top-tier cultivation techniques among the various schools of thought in ancient China.

To practice martial arts, one must first cultivate one's mind.

For example, the Mohist mental cultivation method, and even the practice and attainment of a certain level, are closely related to and inseparable from the Mohist philosophy and doctrines.

The benefit is that by cultivating one's mind and clarifying one's will, one will not go astray.

Even if one's practice is slightly excessive, one is unlikely to suffer from qi deviation.

Unlike the witchcraft of the Baiyue people, one wouldn't accidentally turn oneself into something neither human nor ghost, or even completely lose one's sanity.

The downside is that it requires a high level of personal comprehension.

Even for those with considerable talent, even if they study and contemplate from a young age, it will be difficult to enter the realm of it without three to five years of dedicated practice.

However, at this moment, Jiang Mo quickly absorbed and digested all the key points.

All sorts of difficult and complicated diseases can be easily solved.

Jiang Mo, being a time traveler, possesses a wealth of knowledge and years of life experience, enabling him to analyze and understand the underlying ideas from various perspectives.

It also relied heavily on Mo Yuan's training experience.

Although the technique was extremely profound, it did not cause Jiang Mo much trouble.

Before long, Jiang Mo, who was sitting cross-legged, had gradually entered a state of bliss and began to feel a warm current surging in his lower abdomen.

The internal force was beginning to take shape.

While Jiang Mo was using the "Riding the Wind and Embracing the Moon" technique to further open the door to internal strength and glimpse the splendor of martial arts, a beautiful woman was also awakening in the Han King's palace.

With a slight tremor of her eyelashes, Hu Meier reluctantly opened her eyes in the morning light.

Once you wake up from the dream, those vivid memories of the past vanish like a dream bubble, leaving only an empty and luxurious palace in sight.

It's deserted and quiet, day after day.

However, in recent days, Hu Meier seems to have rediscovered that glimmer of light in her gloomy and monotonous life, allowing her to no longer be fixated on reminiscing about the people and things in her dreams.

Even if you still feel a little lost, you can quickly adjust your mood.

She gently lifted the covers, revealing a thin, sheer nightgown that could barely conceal her mature, voluptuous figure. Now, disheveled from sleep, it offered no respite from the burgeoning allure of her curves.

Hu Meier raised her hand and gently touched her cheek.

She seemed to still be recalling the first time she saw Mo Yuan's face clearly, the warmth from his fingertips as he touched her cheek.

Unfortunately, she could never recapture that feeling.

Those slender, fair fingertips, pampered by years of a life of luxury, possessed a delicate softness, lacking the touch and warmth of that day...

"My beauty, you're awake?"

A figure moved quickly; it was the female official who had been guarding outside the palace who had heard the noise inside and hurried over, afraid of missing Consort Hu's instructions.

"Yes, help me get up, Akizuki."

Slightly calming her emotions, Hu Meier responded softly, still lying lazily on the bed, her delicate body curves undulating like the distant, majestic mountains.

Autumn Moon responded, and while helping her master get up, she couldn't help but recount the news she had heard:

"His Majesty spent the night at Lady Mingzhu's place again yesterday, marking the fifth time this month. And it's been five days since he last saw you, my beauty..."

"Oh."

Hu Meier responded indifferently, seemingly unconcerned, which made Qiu Yue feel somewhat annoyed. She felt that her mistress was no less capable than Madam Mingzhu, and if she were to vie for favor, her status would certainly be much higher than it is now.

Even now, Hu Meiren is still favored.

But she could never compare to Lady Mingzhu.

However, Hu Meier never showed any interest in vying for the emperor's favor. If Prince Han An came, she would come; if he didn't, she would pretend he didn't exist.

She had none of the awareness expected of a concubine in the palace.

This left Qiuyue feeling quite helpless.

Today, Hu Meier continued to be as carefree as ever, and instead of wandering around the palace to create a chance encounter with the King of Han, she climbed to a high place alone to enjoy the view.

"Purple Orchid Pavilion, Purple Orchid Pavilion..."

After dismissing everyone around her, with only the pink fox by her side, Hu Meier suddenly lifted her skirt, took off the binoculars that were originally tied to her thigh, held them up to her eyes, and stood on tiptoe to look outside the palace.

He was still muttering the message he had received earlier.

"Found it... Heh, what an elegant place. That bastard must be surrounded by all sorts of romantic escapades~"

Hu Meier, her gaze fixed on the distant view of a corner of Zilan Pavilion, murmured to herself.

Suddenly, a swift blue shadow flew down from the sky, its body trailing brightly colored feathers, and landed in front of Hu Meier, gently tapping the railing with its bright red beak:

"Hidden Dragon Hall, Treasure Exchange Conference".

Lowering the binoculars from her palm, Hu Meier looked at the parrot mimicking her speech, and a crack appeared in her dignified and composed mask:

"I won't let you..."

Chapter 11 Stop arguing, go to bed.

"Why do we have to squeeze in with her?"

In the Hidden Dragon Hall, where the Yi Bao Conference was about to begin, Yan Ling Ji, sitting at the table, was clearly not used to the kneeling posture and shifted her body uncomfortably.

He couldn't help but complain aloud.

His gaze toward Zi Nu beside him clearly carried a hint of hostility and wariness.

Yan Lingji would occasionally squeeze towards Jiang Mo, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was unclear whether she wanted to physically separate him from Zi Nu, or simply wanted to rub against Jiang Mo.

She wished she could lean entirely into Jiang Mo's arms.

"That's because I was invited to the Yi Bao Conference. Originally, it was just me, but you, Sister Yan, insisted on coming along on your own."

Zi Nu smiled calmly and gave Yan Ling Ji a reason that she could not refute.

She raised her hand slightly, her delicate hand, adorned with pale purple nail polish, pointing to the secret passage behind Yan Lingji, a passage where distinguished guests could leave discreetly:

"If Sister Yan doesn't feel comfortable here, she shouldn't force herself."

"There are many rare treasures in the Hidden Dragon Hall. Sister, you may leave and enjoy them to your heart's content. The matter of exchanging treasures here is more than enough for the young master and me."

Zi Nu's words were impeccable and even extremely caring.

Unless Yan Lingji comes up with that "unreasonable" theory and transforms into a barbarian to deliberately cause trouble, there's no way to find fault with her.

But this method only works for being cute.

If someone were to act like that person who frequently makes unreasonable demands, they would inevitably be disliked by those around them, especially when compared to the intelligent and considerate Zi Nu, they would appear even more unbearable.

Arguing and making a scene will only push the people you care about away from you.

Yan Lingji wasn't stupid; naturally, she wouldn't do something that would harm herself and benefit the enemy. Faced with Zi Nu's suggestion, she simply continued to maintain a strict defense and refused to move.

"I appreciate Miss Zi Nu's kindness, but how could I miss such a grand event?"

The ethereal and gentle voice paused slightly. Yan Lingji tilted her head back slightly, observing the expression on Jiang Mo's face, completely unconcerned that her lips almost touched his face.

However, she failed.

A pair of cold hands pressed down on Yan Lingji's shoulders, stopping her from moving around.

But at this moment, Zi Nu was sitting at the same table. Even though Jiang Mo's expression was calm and indifferent, he still turned his head slightly to avoid her.

After all, I came here by taking advantage of Zi Nu's spot, so I still need to be a little more careful.

He started kissing Yan Lingji without any regard for others.

That's a bit disrespectful.

Even being bitten is unacceptable.

Pressing on Yan Lingji's exposed, rounded shoulders, Jiang Mo corrected her improper sitting posture and then pulled up her clothes, which had somehow slipped down to her arms.

The clothes of Zilanxuan were not meant to conceal the snow-capped peaks of her breasts.

At least cover up the ribbon of the bodice tied around her waist, otherwise it will keep dangling in front of Jiang Mo, wouldn't that be tempting him to commit a crime!

How could Zi Nu not see Yan Ling Ji's blatant attempt to get close to Jiang Mo?

Even with her composure, she couldn't help but feel her eyebrows twitch slightly under Yan Lingji's seemingly provocative gaze.

What is this little girl doing?

I never intended to steal your man. It's one thing for you to insist on coming along, but then you keep acting all lovey-dovey with Jiang Mo...

Are you mocking me for not having a man?!

With her temper flaring up, Zi Nu almost lost control of her expression and quickly lowered her head to take a sip of wine to hide the change in her annoyed expression.