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

I'll wait for the opportunity in the future to avenge this humiliation.

After Dongjun's grand strategic shift, the light that had illuminated the long night as brightly as day naturally dissipated, and the blindingly bright light was no more.

I tentatively opened my eyes, but my vision was blurred by tears.

Before the radiance had completely faded, Jiang Mo swayed and reached out to catch the soft object that was slowly drifting down from the sky.

It was not the Phoenix Feather and Ghostly Feather that had already been returned.

Instead, it was a strand of beautiful hair.

Despite the intense sun exposure that had left Jiang Mo parched, the hair he had cut from Dong Jun's body showed no signs of dryness or oiliness.

It is still very soft and smooth when you hold it.

It also carries a faint, unique fragrance, making one think of a cotton quilt that has been sun-dried.

It has a heartwarming quality.

"Amo, what are you doing picking up that girl's broken hair? Do you have your eye on her and are planning to keep it as a keepsake?!"

As Jiang Mo gazed at the beautiful hair in his hand, lost in thought, a disgruntled, coquettish voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Looking up, Yan Lingji, who had rushed over to check on him, saw Jiang Mo grabbing Dong Jun's hair and immediately put her hands on her hips, glaring at him angrily.

“Young master’s actions are indeed very inappropriate.”

Zi Nu's voice drifted from another direction. She arrived a step behind Yan Ling Ji and, speaking slowly, reached out and picked up a long strand of hair from Jiang Mo's shoulder.

It also drifted down from Dongjun's body.

Not far away, Jing Ke, who had originally intended to approach, suddenly stopped upon seeing this situation and instead brought the gourd of wine hanging from his waist to his mouth.

Chapter 21 I have a legitimate use for this.

"What you're saying..."

Looking at Yan Lingji and Zi Nu who had gathered around, Jiang Mo was both amused and exasperated. As soon as he opened his eyes, he rushed over to catch Dong Jun's hair, thinking that he could use it as a medium to perform witchcraft.

Why do they talk about it as if it's to satisfy some unique fetish?

However, with Jing Ke, an outsider, present, Jiang Mo couldn't very well reveal that he intended to use the hair to cast a curse on Dongjun. So, he vaguely said:

"It makes me sound like some kind of pervert who collects women's hair and nails."

As the image of an ordinary office worker's overflowing collection flashed through his mind, Jiang Mo couldn't help but casually remark, "In reality, there's no such person."

But no one agreed with his complaints.

Seemingly triggered by Jiang Mo's casual remark, Zi Nu crossed her arms over her chest, as if feeling a chill, and whispered with pursed lips:

"That's hard to say."

"what?"

This time, Jiang Mo was truly taken aback. He looked up at Zi Nu and saw that her pretty face was serious and she looked disgusted. It seemed that she was not joking, and he was greatly shocked.

As the saying goes, our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents.

In ancient times, nails and hair were considered part of the body, and easily cutting them off would be labeled as unfilial.

Unfortunately, they are constantly growing and need constant pruning.

Zi Nu may not know about other places, but among the guests of Zi Lan Xuan, there are indeed a few collectors in this field.

It seems that that moment of pleasure was still far from enough.

They can only feel satisfied when they have a part of the other person's body completely in their grasp.

The level of its perversion and disgust was comparable to that of some fanatical celebrity fans in later generations who would rummage through people's trash cans; it was simply beyond the comprehension of common sense.

Jiang Mo, could he have similar fetishes?

Looking at Jiang Mo, who was carefully holding Dongjun's hair in his palm, Zi Nu couldn't help but feel suspicious. She subconsciously reached out to knock the strand of hair out of his hand.

But her slender fingers missed their target.

Jiang Mo pulled his right hand, which was gripping her hair, back to his side to avoid Zi Nu's hand. He turned slightly to look at Yan Ling Ji, signaling with his eyes for her to say something for him.

We absolutely must clarify that inexplicable misunderstanding about Zi Nu!

Seemingly having heard Jiang Mo's thoughts, Yan Lingji did indeed speak up to refute Zi Nu's earlier argument, her light tone brimming with smugness:

"You don't need to worry about that."

"Amo doesn't like collecting things like beautiful hair or nails. If we're talking about fetishes, his only one is his close relationship with women..."

Yan Lingji didn't finish her sentence.

Jiang Mo, who was quite pleased just a moment ago, immediately became alert when he heard the word "fetish". Seeing that Yan Lingji was about to spread rumors again, he quickly stepped forward and covered her mouth.

The latter half of the speech turned into a vague "woo woo woo".

What is a woman's intimate clothing?

Even though Jiang Mo reacted extremely quickly, Zi Nu still managed to hear the first half of the sentence and immediately perked up her ears.

Not being able to hear the key information made her feel restless and eager.

We can only speculate based on the clues we get.

The gaze directed at Jiang Mo couldn't help but become somewhat strange, as if they had found yet another reason to explain why this guy had been living in Zilan Pavilion for so long.

"My reputation will be ruined by you sooner or later."

With a somewhat helpless sigh, seeing that the situation was getting worse the more he tried to refute it, Jiang Mo didn't know how to argue and could only look up at the sky in silence.

The white fox perched on her shoulder chirped twice as well.

It's as if they're saying, "If you like someone, you like them. What's wrong with admitting it? Men can be a little perverted, what's wrong with that?!"

This prompted Jiang Mo to glance at it slightly and flick it on the forehead:

"What are you doing here, little one, getting involved in this mess again?"

Zi Nu and Yan Ling Ji, for once, reached a consensus, expressing great concern about the hair that Jiang Mo kept holding in his hand.

I pleaded and begged, basically trying to get him to throw it away.

Yan Lingji even quietly lit a flame, intending to secretly singe off Jiang Mo's beautiful hair when he wasn't paying attention.

However, her hair also seemed quite extraordinary.

Unlike ordinary strands of hair, it cannot be easily ignited by fire.

"Well, Brother Jiang must have his own reasons for doing this. Why do you two sisters-in-law have to fuss over such a trivial matter?"

In the end, it was a rather unfamiliar voice that helped Jiang Mo out of the predicament.

Whether he had had enough of the gossip or felt that he couldn't waste any more time, Jing Ke, who had been silently watching the show, coughed lightly, giving Jiang Mo a way out.

Having observed the situation for so long, he has naturally gathered a considerable amount of information.

At least I heard Jiang Mo's surname from Zi Nu.

Although Jiang Mo's cold and indifferent face gave the impression of being very young, Jing Ke did not dare to be presumptuous, considering that the other party had just helped him a great deal, and so he called him Brother Jiang quite familiarly.

As for Yan Lingji and Zi Nu on the side...

Seeing Jiang Mo huddled together, arguing over a trivial matter, Jing Ke could sense a faint sourness in the air, and without hesitation, he addressed her as "sister-in-law."

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart:

Wow, I've been around for so many years and I've never seen anyone this beautiful. But this guy has two women on either side of him, each with a completely different charm and stunning looks.

He's really blessed with good fortune!

But seeing Jiang Mo's embarrassed state surrounded by the two women, she couldn't help but raise her wine gourd, take a sip, and think to herself:

Such an ordeal is truly unbearable.

Having been accustomed to mingling in the streets, Jing Ke always disdained the rigid etiquette of the nobility and dared to put his arm around Yan Dan, whom he had just met, and he could easily come up with terms of address.

They have absolutely no sense of responsibility.

What was said unintentionally was taken to heart by the listener. Zi Nu, who was always dignified and elegant, was not the kind of person who would let others take advantage of her with words.

Upon hearing the title "sister-in-law," she couldn't help but blush slightly.

Forgetting all about the stray strands of hair left by Dongjun, she turned to Jing Ke and vehemently denied it, saying, "Brother, please don't spout nonsense..."

Jiang Mo, who was standing next to him, nodded repeatedly in agreement:

"That's right, Brother Jing Ke, you've probably misunderstood. My relationship with Miss Zi Nu is completely innocent, so please don't..."

So what if my reputation is ruined? I don't rely on my reputation for a living anyway.

But ruining a young lady's reputation would be a crime, so Jiang Mo immediately followed suit and explained when he saw Zi Nu deny it outright.

But halfway through his sentence, it turned into a cry of pain.

With a faint smile on her pretty face, Zi Nu continued to explain to Jing Ke, but then she raised her leg and stomped her boot on Jiang Mo's foot, grinding it hard.

He even channeled some internal energy into it.

Even though Jiang Mo's pain tolerance was far beyond that of ordinary people, he couldn't help but gasp in pain.

It was Yan Lingji who noticed the abnormality. She grabbed Jiang Mo's arm and kicked Zi Nu's foot away.

"You're not exactly handsome, but you've got a sweet tongue!"

Unlike Zi Nu, Yan Ling Ji had no objection to being called "sister-in-law" at all, and showed no shyness like a typical woman. She readily accepted the title while holding Jiang Mo's arm.

He even smiled and praised Jing Ke in return.

However, the content of his words left the latter feeling both amused and exasperated.

Looking unkempt? What kind of description is that? I think I look pretty good, it's just that I haven't taken care of myself these past few days and I have a bit of a stubble...

Fortunately, Jing Ke didn't care much about appearance.

Without dwelling on the formalities of address or relationship, Jing Ke waved his hand, indicating that everyone present was a benefactor who had greatly helped him, and then bowed and greeted them with clasped hands.

"Brother Jing, you're too kind."

Jiang Mo, who had already silently gathered the hair from his hands, reached out and helped up Jing Ke, who was bowing in gratitude. His gaze swept towards the direction where Yan Dan and the others were in the distance: