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

At this moment, Jiang Mo is like the male protagonist in a million-pound movie.

Even if they are holding a worthless check that no one can cash, they fall into unconditional fanaticism simply because of the power and status it represents.

Money makes the world go round, that's for sure.

"Young Master Jiang, the business you mentioned..."

After a long silence, Situ Wanli raised his head, his voice no longer showing any hesitation.

Chapter 54 You can't cure it like this, let me help you.

"I'm definitely going to do this deal!"

Like an auctioneer's gavel falling, Situ Wanli firmly declared his intention to cooperate with Jiang Mo, placing his bet in the casino of fate.

Gambling is a word that is hard to associate with farming families.

After all, in the simple mindset of farmers, hard work and diligent cultivation are the right path, and trying to take shortcuts through gambling is absolutely a crooked and evil way.

However, Situ Wanli, the head of the Farmer's Hall, was an out-and-out gambler.

Even a significant portion of Hidden Dragon Hall's profits came from its gambling dens located in various locations, rather than from its ordinary, overt businesses.

However, Situ Wanli was no ordinary gambler.

He knew very well that the outcome of a gamble was not determined by some vague probability. Apart from the favor of fate, factors outside the gamble were often more important than the gamble itself.

Now that he's in that position, there are many other, more reliable ways to achieve things.

Do not place bets unless you are absolutely certain.

Unless you can't help it.

The possibilities that Jiang Mo brought were an irresistible temptation for Situ Wanli.

The possibility of no longer being limited to being a farmer's housekeeper.

Qianlong Hall was indeed impressive, and Situ Wanli did build a considerable career there. However, he was ultimately not a member of the Tian family, and his power and status within the peasant community had come to an end.

Situ Wanli's boundless ambition made him eager to take things to the next level.

Even if it involves some risks.

But gamblers are never afraid of these uncertain risks.

"Great! Brother Situ is indeed a big businessman! He's very generous!"

Jiang Mo was even more excited after successfully dragging Situ Wanli into the mess.

However, he was unaware that Situ Wanli had developed a subtle misunderstanding about his wealth, so he remained very cautious in his speech, feigning calmness as he began:

"However, it is already late tonight. I will allow myself to rest first and organize my thoughts before discussing this further with Brother Situ."

Situ Wanli had no doubts about Jiang Mo's words.

After all, he had already realized that the three people in front of him must have gone through a fierce battle, and their auras had not yet completely subsided. They definitely needed to rest properly.

Otherwise, there would be no need to come to Qianlong Hall, right?

You can hide in any ravine to avoid the enemy.

But there aren't many places like this where you don't have to worry about logistical supplies and can completely relax and rest.

Before long, Jiang Mo lay down in the room that had been arranged for him, but he did not fall asleep as he had said. Instead, he held a bamboo scroll and studied it carefully.

This book is titled "Ling Shu Zhen Jing" and is said to have been written by Mr. Nian Duan, the head of a contemporary medical family.

It contains extremely insightful descriptions of the meridians and acupoints of the human body, not only clarifying the pathways of the twelve meridians but also describing the acupoints throughout the body in detail, making it arguably the best introductory text for acupuncture.

This was information that Jiang Mo obtained from Situ Wanli, which he used to relay to Xinzheng via Bai Yifei.

Farmers believe in the immortality of Shennong, and naturally have unique expertise in medicine, especially in the identification, cultivation, and breeding of various herbs, which even many medical professionals cannot match.

Situ Wanli was not good at these things.

However, Qianlongtang also collects scriptures and classics from various places to make up for the lack of classics in rural areas.

It's hard to say how much the farmers' plight will be resolved, but for now, it's a boon for Jiang Mo, who was able to obtain the scriptures with just a word and further study the mysteries of acupressure using medical techniques.

Jiang Mo closed the bamboo slips and used his internal energy to tap his body several times.

As expected, the acupoints stimulated by internal force caused the flow of qi and blood throughout the body to surge, resulting in a slight sweat on Jiang Mo's forehead.

The cold, malevolent energy that was causing trouble in his meridians was not forced out as Jiang Mo had expected. Instead, it roamed even more freely within his body, causing Jiang Mo's body to fluctuate between hot and cold.

Extremely distressed.

“Innate true qi is not something you can properly deal with just by learning some medical skills.”

A soft, alluring voice came uninvited, teasing the eardrums.

Why are you wearing...this outfit?

Without even looking, Jiang Mo already knew who it was. He looked up with a bit of helplessness, but when he saw Yan Lingji's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

It was as if the girl from my memories had stepped out and was standing right in front of me, only now she was much more mature.

Even more charming and alluring.

Jiang Mo actually wanted to ask, "Why are you wearing clothes from the past?"

But before he could finish speaking, he received a reminder from his old book, so he had to pause and change to an even more vague statement.

But the surprise in my heart did not diminish in the slightest.

Jiang Mo recognized the coffin as the Xuan Yin Coffin used to create corpse puppets, but he hadn't had a chance to ask what was inside that had intrigued Yan Lingji so much.

However, it seems unnecessary now.

This actually made Jiang Mo feel a little more at ease about what had happened before. How to put it... although the idea that he was more important than himself was strange, ultimately, Yan Lingji cared most about him. So why insist on comparing their worth...?

Damn, this is a complete mess.

Just thinking about it for a little while made Jiang Mo almost completely confused.

"Of course I'm here to collect a debt. After all, there's a guy who doesn't keep his word. He made a promise but then disappeared for many years."

Yan Lingji had been observing Jiang Mo's reaction.

Even though the latter's expression was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible to ordinary people, she still noticed the nostalgia and reminiscence surging in Jiang Mo's eyes, and the smile on her lips became even more charming.

"Uh, now? Isn't that a bit inappropriate..."

Feeling the chilling, malevolent energy within his body, still simmering under Bai Yifei's influence, Jiang Mo's expression was strained. He refused to utter the word "no," instead changing the subject:

"We're still in the Hidden Dragon Hall, so we have to remain somewhat vigilant."

"Besides, if two people are truly in love, why should they be together every day and night?"

"You're just trying to fool me!"

Yan Lingji glared at him resentfully: "You always say the timing isn't right, but I've come at just the right time. It's the perfect time to help you completely resolve your health problems."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo's gaze fell on Yan Lingji.

Tonight, she changed back into the everyday clothes she most often wore during her teenage years, but she forgot that so many years had passed and she had grown up. The clothes that used to fit her perfectly now seemed a little too small.

Especially in areas that already accentuate curves, such as the hips and chest.

The result of forcing herself to put it on was that her already shapely body was tightly wrapped in the clothes, making her already curvaceous figure even more prominent and alluring.

Trembling and hesitant, it seemed ready to leap out.

It seemed as if its clothes might burst at any moment, leaping out before our eyes.

Even the already relatively short hem of her dress could barely conceal anything, leaving a large expanse of fair skin exposed to Jiang Mo's eyes.

What Jiang Mo noticed most was a streak of gray hair tucked into the other woman's beautiful hair.

It was a bone hairpin, not particularly exquisite in design and rather crude in workmanship. Even though it was carefully kept and protected, it grew increasingly dull over time.

It's simply not worthy of appearing on a beauty as stunning as Yan Lingji.

But it was this bone hairpin that made Jiang Mo stare at it in a daze, and the memories of the past surfaced in his mind, making his heart pound.

Is it pretty?

Noticing Jiang Mo's gaze, Yan Lingji's lips curled into a smile.

She moved forward with light, graceful steps, her slender waist swaying like a water snake, her firm, pert buttocks swaying slightly as well.

It exudes the most alluring and seductive charm.

Some small clothes tightly hugged the hips and thighs, creating rounded curves, like a ripe watermelon, stretching the skirt taut without leaving a single wrinkle.

It makes one eager to drink its sweet juice.

What's most alluring is that beneath the hem of the skirt, which barely covers the upper thighs, a pair of slender, jade-like legs encased in silk stockings are revealed. The already fair and delicate skin gains an even more subtle, lustrous jade-like sheen, making one want to hold it in their arms and caress it.

"It looks good, of course it looks good."

His gaze swept over the fabric from top to bottom, finally settling on the familiar, sheer white silk. Jiang Mo, whose mouth was already dry, couldn't help but chuckle wryly and said:

"The most beautiful in the world, no, the most beautiful in the world."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji seemed slightly dazed, as if recalling her youth. Her slightly curved eyes revealed an even more alluring charm as she directly grasped Jiang Mo's hand and slowly stroked it onto her thigh.

"Your hands are so cold, you really need to warm them up!"

The silk, as thin as a cicada's wing, was stretched open by her plump, beautiful legs, clinging tightly to her delicate, rosy skin, outlining the soft undulations of her leg flesh and the exquisite contours of her kneecaps.

And at the base of those plump thighs, the edges of the stockings dug into the flesh.

A shallow ring of flesh was squeezed out, which was extremely tempting.

Believe it or not, Yan Lingji is indeed quite skilled at dispelling cold.

Feeling the silky coolness of the stockings against the smooth warmth of his skin, Jiang Mo felt a surge of restlessness rise up like a flame. The cold, yin energy that he couldn't expel no matter how hard he tried was instantly suppressed.

Subconsciously, he spread all five fingers.

With just a little force, his fingers pinched a slight indentation into Yan Lingji's thigh, and her supple, delicate skin immediately pressed tightly against his fingertips.

Yan Lingji leaned closer, her red lips parted slightly, and she breathed out a warm, fragrant breath:

Ah Mo, I don't want to wait any longer. I've waited too long. Or perhaps, you never really liked me, and it was all just...