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

The lantern manager, who knew the answer, shook his head in denial. A bystander, who had been watching the spectacle, couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How can a toad be a medicinal ingredient?"

Chunlan glanced sideways and found the other person's appearance somewhat familiar.

He seemed to be one of Li Kai's soldiers, who had recuperated at Huoyu Manor for a period due to acclimatization issues. He immediately sneered, "In Baiyue, food isn't just for medicine; it can be eaten too!"

Upon hearing this, the man's face immediately stiffened.

It looked so ugly that it seemed as if someone had accidentally eaten a toad, which caused many Baiyue people around to burst into laughter.

Several people, probably wanting to impress Hu Meier, spoke up enthusiastically, offering various speculations.

"Could it be cinnamon?"

"Just because something is associated with the character '桂' (gui) doesn't mean it can be connected to the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?"

"Could the answer be a pomegranate?"

"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't even medicinal anymore! I think you're just guessing based on what you've eaten!"

People around were chattering, some seriously trying to solve the riddle, others just teasing and joking. Although about a dozen guesses were given, the lantern keeper who knew the answer simply smiled and shook his head.

It was rare to see people around him scratching their heads in frustration.

Until Hu Meier parted her lips slightly and whispered, "The answer should be angelica."

"As expected of you, Second Miss, you are truly learned and exceptionally intelligent! The riddle about gazing at the bright moon is indeed about angelica root. Here, please keep this lantern safe!"

The servant was surprised to hear Hu Meier give the correct answer right away.

They quickly handed over the lanterns that had been taken down long ago.

He felt genuine admiration. Although he knew the answers to many of these riddles, he still couldn't understand the meaning of many of them. The riddle he had just encountered was one that left him completely baffled.

Judging from Hu Meier's appearance, she clearly not only knew what happened, but also why it happened.

So good-looking, so rich, and so smart—it's practically unfair!

The other onlookers, though they heard the answer, still couldn't decipher the cleverness of the riddle and seemed even more confused. If they hadn't suspected that Hu Meier disliked it, they would have suspected that the servant had deliberately flattered her and changed the answer to please her.

"Miss, why is it angelica root?"

Chunlan racked her brains trying to decipher the riddle, from the appearance of the medicinal herbs to their indications, but she couldn't figure it out. However, disregarding the others' concerns, she directly asked Hu Meier for an answer.

I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to think of my hometown. My longing is hard to bear, so I must return.

Twirling the lantern in her hand, Hu Meier replied absentmindedly. The first line of the poem was something she had overheard from Jiang Mo by chance these past few days when they were organizing the moon-viewing party.

The connection and extension between the riddle and the word puzzle was something Hu Meier figured out on her own.

She immediately understood the clever tricks Jiang Mo had set in the riddles.

Angelica sinensis, Angelica sinensis!

At this moment, Jiang Mo's only thought was to get rid of the Reverse Scale as soon as possible and return to the manor. After all, judging from the original work, the Reverse Scale Sword Spirit seemed to be socially awkward.

Not only do they rarely show their faces, but they also disappear immediately if there are even a few people around.

Okay, enough with the jokes.

Jiang Mo's situation was not optimistic. His speed, which he was most proud of here, was completely countered by the Reverse Scale Sword's ability to slow down time. Even though he tried to run away immediately, he was quickly caught up by his opponent.

If Jiang Mo's mind hadn't remained sharp and unaffected, he probably would have been captured long ago.

At this moment, Ni Lin swung his sword again, and the broken blade swept out in all directions, covering a vast area like a shower of hidden weapons, yet they echoed each other, implying that pulling one would affect the whole situation.

You're using a broken sword like a demonic thousand-blade blade!

Jiang Mo subconsciously muttered a complaint in his heart. Faced with this unavoidable sword strike, he no longer used his lightness skill to maneuver, but instead activated his witchcraft.

The sword struck, but there was no sound of flesh being torn apart.

There was no scene of blood splattering.

Only when the black mist suddenly expanded and spread, amidst the flapping of wings, did countless flocks of crows scatter as if by magic.

Use the Crow Escape Technique to retreat!

Chapter 65 I've Got You

A dragon made of withered grass soared through the flames, its burning body dancing a breathtaking arc in the night sky. The ancient and mysterious ritual was truly awe-inspiring.

A graceful and elegant woman sat regally before the zither.

As slender, long fingertips gently pluck the strings, melodious music, as lively as a clear spring, flows softly, making one unconsciously lower their voice and walk very lightly.

I was afraid of disturbing the melody in my ears.

Li Kai, who had just come from a banquet, still had a slight, barely concealed drunkenness on his face. He stood below the stage with his eyes closed, simply listening and appreciating quietly.

Going around in circles, coming and going again and again.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Hu Meier seemed to be passing by alone, as if all the celebrations and festivities around her had nothing to do with her.

"Miss, you really haven't been resting well."

Chunlan's voice, tinged with obvious worry, came from the side. She raised her hand and stopped the other person's aimless wandering.

"No, I didn't have anything to do today."

Seemingly worried that Chunlan would force her to go back to her room to rest, Hu Meier quickly spoke up to object, but she couldn't hide her dejected and listless state.

“Miss, you seem so absent-minded, just like the eldest young lady before.”

"Me? How could that be? My sister's situation is... Anyway, my situation is different from hers. I'm not absent-minded at all..."

He instinctively wanted to speak up and defend himself, but then realized that the matter was not suitable for publicizing.

Despite her vehement denial, Hu Meier's voice grew weaker and weaker as she reflected on her earlier behavior.

He was absent-minded and seemed uninterested in anything.

His reactions were noticeably slow, as if his thoughts were constantly preoccupied with something, and he seemed rather sluggish when speaking to people.

Occasionally, I can't help but smile, but the next second I can't suppress the annoyance in my heart.

It seems she really is just as troubled as her sister, but her sister is troubled by love, so why is she...?

My thoughts paused slightly at this point.

The image that would occasionally appear in her mind resurfaced. Hu Meier stared blankly at the dark lantern in her hand, a faint blush gradually creeping onto her pretty face, like the rising sun.

The most striking similarities are beyond repair...

So this is what it feels like. No matter where you go, you can't let go of the other person. Oh no, I think I've fallen in love too...

Suddenly realizing her feelings, Hu Meier felt her heart pounding.

For a moment she dared not look up, as if the bustling crowd around her possessed the ability to see into her mind and understand what she was thinking.

"Alas, lovesickness is truly agonizing!"

Just then, a melodious singing voice entered her ears, startling Hu Meier so much that she almost jumped up.

I almost thought my thoughts had been exposed in public.

However, after calming down, Hu Meier immediately realized that it seemed to be the singing of opera singers. She looked in the direction from which the sound came, but what she saw was not Nuo opera with strange costumes.

I never saw any actors performing on stage.

There wasn't even a stage.

There was a brand-new curtain held up by bamboo poles, with bright candlelight lit behind it, making the originally bright moonlight pale in comparison.

As the lights and shadows flicker, talented men and beautiful women make their grand entrance on the screen.

Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, the performer, hidden behind the curtain, sang a heart-wrenching love song in a slightly hoarse voice.

But what's most amazing are those little figures whose every movement is fluid and natural.

How much effort must have been put into creating such a lifelike performance?

Watching the theatrical protagonists dance with the light and shadow, meeting and falling in love, from secret rendezvous to elopement and finally becoming husband and wife, tears welled up in Hu Meier's eyes.

As the curtain fell and the drums sounded to signal the end, she suddenly stepped around to the back of the curtain.

Unauthorized personnel would naturally be stopped from approaching, but seeing Hu Meier walking over, which foolish servant would dare to stop her?

"Second miss..."

The manager in charge of the area instinctively wanted to bow to Hu Meier, but before he could finish speaking, she gestured for him to be quiet.

She tiptoed forward, taking light steps.

Amidst the somewhat surprised gazes of those around them, Hu Meier stretched out her slender, white arm and took the other person's arm in hers:

"Got you!"

Jiang Mo, who was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, was looking in another direction when he was completely taken aback by the sudden approach of someone.

Instinctively, the muscles tense up, and the wrist flips to unleash the move "Dragon Swings Tail".

Simply put, it means striking a target from behind with a bent elbow at close range.

Clearly, Jiang Mo, who had just gotten rid of the enemy's wrath, had not yet returned to his normal state.

Even though performing a shadow puppet show calmed my blood and energy a bit, I still couldn't help but overreact to the slightest disturbance.

After all, I had just walked right on the tip of a sword.

If he had already broken through to the top level of the martial arts world and made further breakthroughs in the combination of martial arts and witchcraft, Jiang Mo would probably have already fallen to the Reverse Scale Sword.

It was precisely because of the excessive exertion he had just experienced that Jiang Mo's condition had severely declined.

He didn't even notice when someone quietly approached him until his arm was wrapped around it, at which point he instinctively elbowed them.

As soon as the move was made, Jiang Mo knew something was wrong.

Jiang Mo pulled his attention away from the distant scene and immediately recognized Hu Meier from the familiar voice that had suddenly grabbed his arm.

With her delicate physique, what would happen if she were to receive such an elbow strike?

If you don't stay in bed for ten days or half a month, you'd be doing a disservice to Jiang Mo's first-class martial arts level.

Without considering the consequences of forcibly changing his move, Jiang Mo forcefully activated his internal energy without thinking. He even reversed the Beast-Driving Gu, just like he had manipulated the shadow puppet earlier, and forcibly mobilized the muscles in his shoulders to pull his arms upward.

That move, "Dragon Swings Its Tail," became "Dragon Raises Its Head in Reverse."