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

Jiang Mo couldn't resist leaning close to Hu Meier's jade-like neck and gently sniffing her. The latter's attention was entirely focused on peeking at the two people opposite her, and she didn't notice Jiang Mo's little action at all.

Although I felt a slight itch on the side of my neck, I just assumed it was from rubbing against the leaves and vines.

"Hey! They're leaning against each other!! That position, are they kissing? Or about to kiss? Jiang Mo, can you see clearly?"

Hu Meier, who was in his arms, suddenly gasped softly.

She excitedly shook Jiang Mo's arm, then suddenly turned her head, wanting to share her discovery with him and further confirm their progress.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo was already about to rest his chin on her shoulder.

This sudden turn of the head caught Jiang Mo, who was slightly infatuated, off guard. He watched as Hu Meier's jade-like face swayed, and her luscious pink lips rapidly magnified in his vision.

A soft touch came from my lips.

It has a sweet and cloying fragrance.

Hu Meier still couldn't tell whether the two people over there had actually kissed, but the hot breath coming from their lips made her very certain that they had.

For a moment, her mind went blank.

The scenes from numerous stories she had read in the past flashed through her mind, making her feel like crying but unable to. She silently lamented in her heart:

No, that's not how it's described in the storybooks!

We should first pour out our hearts to each other and express our feelings, and then embrace each other in a very romantic setting and in the perfect atmosphere.

Then share each other's breath.

How could I have lost my first kiss while being secretly followed and stalked? That's not how it's written in the stories, I don't accept it.

Hu Meier's eyes widened instantly, and she no longer cared about what was happening over there.

She frantically backed away, using both hands and feet, completely forgetting that she was still being followed and spied on.

The flowers swayed, and the branches and leaves danced.

The sound, which was not particularly loud to begin with, was now quite noticeable in the deserted back garden.

"who?"

Li Kai, who was snuggling with Hu Yu'er, was suddenly startled and immediately jumped off the swing, looking warily toward the flower bushes.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Already flustered, Hu Meier became even more disoriented and unsure of what to do after realizing she might be discovered. Jiang Mo reacted swiftly, immediately covering her mouth with his hand and pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Don't move around, don't panic."

Feeling the warm, moist touch of Hu Meier's lips moving in his palm, and hearing her indistinct sobs, Jiang Mo lowered his voice and comforted her.

With a flapping sound of wings, a bird darted out.

Li Kai's gaze was instantly drawn to it, following closely as he saw a brightly colored crimson-breasted parrot circling the back garden, chirping to itself:

"Knowing the truth yet feeling no shame? Knowing the truth yet feeling no shame?"

Upon hearing this, Li Kai and Hu Yu'er couldn't help but feel a flush of embarrassment, but they also realized that it was Hu Yu'er's pet parrot, and they couldn't kill the bird to silence her.

He simply waved a branch he had picked up and chased it away.

After checking the garden to make sure everything was alright, Li Kai chuckled and returned to Hu Yu'er's side, despite her eye-rolling.

Neither of them noticed the swift figure that swept past.

Rise with the wind and embrace the moon.

Listening to the whistling of the night wind passing by, looking up at the bright moon hanging low in front of her, Hu Meier realized that she was being lifted into the air by Jiang Mo, and her heart couldn't help but pound.

It's hard to say whether it's because I flew too high or because of the warm embrace beneath me.

Only when she regained her footing did Hu Meier slightly come back to her senses amidst Jiang Mo's exclamation:

"If you want to admire the moon, this is the most pleasant place."

As he spoke, Jiang Mo sat down and patted the seat next to him, inviting Hu Meier to sit down as well.

With a slight shift in her gaze, Hu Meier finally realized that the two were on the rooftop.

The roof of Tingpu Pavilion is the highest point in the entire Huoyu Manor, so high that the bright moon, which was originally high in the sky, seems to be within reach.

In the distance, the dazzling lights of the moon-viewing festival can also be faintly seen.

Having never been so high up before, Hu Meier instinctively felt a little dizzy and subconsciously sat down next to Jiang Mo, gazing up at the unique view before her.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"

Bathed in the pure, bright moonlight, Jiang Mo looked up at the unchanging moon that seemed to have existed for millennia, and couldn't help but smile as he looked down at Hu Meier beside him.

With an alluring blush on her cheeks, Hu Meier's gaze gradually became hazy.

All those thoughts that had crossed her mind—the endless back-and-forth probing plots from storybooks, the gradual confirmation of their feelings for each other—were cast aside. Suddenly, Hu Meier threw herself into Jiang Mo's arms, grabbed his head, and began to kiss him.

Between the moist lips, a faint, honey-like flavor permeated the tip of the tongue.

Oh no, the drink I casually gave her to soothe her throat earlier seemed to be sweet fermented rice... but isn't that a complete dessert?

How can someone get drunk like that?

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The sensation between my lips was scalding hot.

Seemingly never satisfied, she greedily absorbed Jiang Mo's scent as their lips met, her fingertips lightly brushing against his chest as if to ignite a fire of desire.

"Stop fooling around, the agreed time is almost here."

Raising his hand to press down on those restless, burning fingers, Jiang Mo pulled himself away from the surging desire between his lips and teeth, and said with a hint of helplessness.

"Well, it's not time yet~"

Lying lazily in Jiang Mo's arms, Yan Lingji's eyelids were lowered, seemingly still drowsy, and the sounds that came out of her lips were like murmurs.

Without wiping the water stains from the corners of her lips, she drowsily rubbed them onto Jiang Mo's face.

"You little glutton? Still not enough to eat?"

Even though Yan Lingji clung to him like an octopus, her deliberately provocative words and actions seemed to leave him wanting more, Jiang Mo could clearly feel the lingering emotions in her heart.

They jokingly scolded the other party for getting carried away and not knowing how to control themselves.

"Hmmmm~"

When Jiang Mo released her grip, her naked, fair body slumped against him like a clear spring, seemingly unable to muster any strength, with only her chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.

"Alright, alright, it's not really your business anyway, so just sleep a little longer~"

Even though Yan Lingji always took the initiative to provoke him, she could be said to have brought trouble upon herself. But seeing how much he had tormented her, Jiang Mo felt somewhat ashamed.

He stroked the other person's loose hair, whispered a word of advice, and then tried to get up on his own.

"That place has nothing to do with me?"

Trying hard to open her hazy, beautiful eyes, Yan Lingji clung to Jiang Mo, unwilling to let him leave. She did want to get up with him, but after only turning over, she felt weak and powerless in her limbs, unable to stand up.

So she simply stretched out her snow-white arms, wrapped them around Jiang Mo's neck, and hung herself on him.

Her delicate body, limp as mud, truly resembled an octopus.

She clung tightly to Jiang Mo, refusing to let go.

The extra accessory on his body caused Jiang Mo a great deal of trouble in getting out of bed.

It wasn't that Yan Lingji was particularly heavy. Even if she were still consciously clinging to Jiang Mo, or if she were completely powerless and limp in his arms, her weight wouldn't be a burden on Jiang Mo's physique.

The real challenge lies not in the physical difficulties, but in the physiological ones.

The exquisite body that clung tightly to him trembled and swayed gently with Jiang Mo's movements. The smooth, sweat-soaked skin brought a delicate and wonderful touch as it was caressed.

To prevent the dazed Yan Lingji from accidentally slipping off him and falling, Jiang Mo had to reach out and lift her up.

Her already perky buttocks seemed to have become even more beautiful after being tormented day and night.

It's just like a perfectly ripe peach.

It makes people eager to taste its deliciousness.

But the most deadly thing was Yan Lingji burying her face in his chest, rubbing against his cheek like a lazy cat.

The deep longing that made him unwilling to be separated even for a moment was clearly conveyed to Jiang Mo's heart through the Eternal Bond Gu, making him even more unable to suppress his affection and tenderness, and unable to utter a single "no" to Yan Ling Ji.

This time, Jiang Mo truly experienced what it meant for the spring night to be too short and the sun to rise high, and from then on, the emperor would not hold court in the morning.

Besides, it's no longer midday; the sky is already ablaze with sunset colors and night is about to fall. I'm afraid Zilan Pavilion will already be open to guests.

If we keep dawdling like this...

"Young Master Jiang, your distinguished guest has arrived. Please move in quickly..."

Just when Jiang Mo was at his wits' end with Yan Lingji, a rhythmic knocking sounded on the door, and a melodious, girlish voice reached his ears.

It was Nongyu who arrived, not Zinu.

Jiang Mo replied, "Wait a moment," but couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking to himself: This matter shouldn't have involved Nongyu; she was definitely consciously avoiding me.

Even though he knew this, Jiang Mo was helpless.

As for why Zi Nu was intentionally distancing herself, Jiang Mo didn't even need to ask her; he knew the culprit was right in his arms.

After leaving Qianlong Hall and returning to Zilan Pavilion, Yan Lingji did not deliberately show off to Zi Nu. Instead, she moved into Jiang Mo's room in a natural and unpretentious manner.

With Zi Nu's keen eyesight, how could she not see what had happened between the two?

But Yan Lingji suddenly became kind to her.

It seemed more like the lingering influence of a legitimate wife, and was filled with a sarcastic tone that was hard to let go of.

So, under the pretext of focusing on important matters, he subconsciously distanced himself from the two people who were always inseparable, so as not to be annoyed by seeing them.

"What? Missing Zi Nu?"

Clearly sensing the change in Jiang Mo's thoughts, Yan Lingji yawned and looked up, a mischievous smile appearing in her eyes.

She even brought her crimson lips close to Jiang Mo's ear and gently blew on it, using her seductive voice to bewitch the emperor's heart:

"It's alright. I'll come and help you once I've prepared. If we work together, how can we not defeat the opponent?"