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

Even though he had succeeded, Han Qiancheng still dared not be careless.

Standing quietly on the rooftop, he was like a taut bowstring, seemingly still, but in reality, his muscles were stretched to their limit, ready to unleash astonishing speed and power in the next instant.

There were no other unnecessary movements, only his chest rising and falling slightly with his breathing, showing that he was extremely cautious and on guard against the enemy.

But then the night breeze blew by, turning the warm, damp sweat that had soaked through his clothes into ice.

That ghostly figure, so hard to shake off, never appeared again, and not even a trace of its aura could be detected.

Gone?

As one of the few martial artists who relied on archery skills, Han Qiancheng prioritized enhancing his perception abilities in his training methods. When opening up the eight extraordinary meridians, he also prioritized opening up the meridians related to the five senses and six consciousnesses.

He has always been quite confident in his own perception abilities.

Even though it was nighttime and the city lights were just coming on, Han Qiancheng could still clearly see the flying insects and flies around Han Yu from the rooftop when he was giving it his all.

The entire Pear Garden Garden.

Even the surrounding streets were clearly reflected in his field of vision, and he knew the comings and goings of everyone.

But he couldn't find the guy who was originally entangled with him.

It seemed that the moment his gaze shifted from the other person to the copper coin, the guy's trace and aura completely disappeared from Han Qiancheng's perception.

But how is that possible?

The feeling that something was wrong grew stronger in his heart. Han Qiancheng suddenly opened his clenched fingers and looked at the slightly deformed copper coin in his palm by the moonlight.

The copper coin lies quietly in the palm of your hand, its surface engraved with familiar Korean characters.

Han Qiancheng clearly remembered that the copper coin that was tossed high into the air from Han Fei's hand was engraved with the more ancient Lu State script. It was an old copper coin that should have been carefully collected!

Was it switched?

Right under your nose?

Scenes from their earlier struggle flashed through his mind; the two had narrowly missed each other countless times, touching the coins only to be interrupted by the other...

When exactly did this copper coin get switched?

Despite racking his brains, Han Qiancheng still couldn't come up with an answer that would convince him, and could only swallow the bitter pill of utter failure.

In his anger, he clenched his fist so tightly that the copper coin in his palm twisted and deformed, making it unrecognizable.

Hey~

With a soft thud, the copper coin from the State of Lu in his hand was tossed high into the air and landed steadily in his palm. Standing under the tree, Jiang Mo looked up at the frozen figure on the roof in the distance, and couldn't help but smile.

很快，很厉害。

But in the end, I was still one step ahead.

Although he has not yet fully opened all eight extraordinary meridians and stepped into the realm of the first-class martial arts masters, thanks to the great help of these Heavenly Flame Spirit Maidens, Jiang Mo has already opened all the meridians related to speed and agility.

It allows one to fully unleash the power of the "Riding the Wind and Embracing the Moon" technique.

If Jiang Mo weren't worried about attracting too much unnecessary attention and intentionally concealing his abilities, he could have reversed the "Ten Thousand Gu Threading Technique" and activated his natal demonic Gu again to increase his speed once more.

He is more than capable of defeating Han Qiancheng.

Even with some reservations, it was enough. The contest between the two wasn't purely about speed; seizing that fleeting opportunity, Jiang Mo let Han Qiancheng experience the true, lost secret technique of the Hundred Birds.

Stealing the sky and replacing the sun, stealing with nimble hands.

However, Jiang Mo was quite surprised that the other party gave up so quickly. He thought that Han Qiancheng would relentlessly pursue him.

As expected, the opponent was quite restrained during their exchange.

Not only did they refrain from using any means that could cause accidental injury, but they also took routes mostly in the shadows and corners, concealing themselves just like I did, not wanting to disturb the other people in the theater.

They probably stopped because they were worried about going too far.

It's impossible that he was completely fooled by his own clever trick, right? If that's the case, then this guy is incredibly stupid.

As Jiang Mo played with the copper coin, he secretly mocked the motionless figure.

But they dared not easily step out from under the tree, exposing themselves to the other party's view without any cover.

"Long time no see. You haven't changed your habit of never leaving empty-handed, have you? It's just a small copper coin, not worth being so proud of."

Suddenly, a soft, charming voice came from behind, causing the copper coin spinning between his fingers to stop.

Jiang Mo recognized the voice. Although it was much more mature and alluring than he remembered, Jiang Mo could still recognize it.

What's more, he had just heard that voice not long ago.

Hu Meiren? But wasn't she with Zi Nu and Hong Lian? How come she's here?

Taken aback, Jiang Mo subconsciously looked around.

Beneath the tree in the elegant Pear Garden, where spring was still in full bloom, three figures, each with their own unique charm, stood still, while a restless white fox circled around their feet.

Jiang Mo could see the pleasing scenery clearly.

He could hear the voice behind him clearly, and even detect the unnatural tremor in it. He could vaguely sense the turbulent thoughts swirling in the speaker's chest and his forced composure.

"Instead of these copper coins, let's steal something more valuable!"

The contradictions and confusion brought about by what he saw and heard were still not fully clear to Jiang Mo when that voice full of charm reached his ears.

Warm breath brushed against my neck, bringing an alluring fragrance.

It has no cloying sweetness mixed with any artificial flavoring, but rather a fragrance like orchids and musk, subtle and serene, that once it enters the nose, it lingers and never fades away.

Feeling the soft touch close behind him, Jiang Mo found it even harder to remain calm.

He carefully put the copper coin away from his fingers, then turned and retreated, trying his best to appear fearful and apprehensive. He bowed and apologized, saying:

"I was unaware that such a beauty was here. I have been very offensive and beg for your punishment!"

As Jiang Mo turned to apologize, his gaze quickly swept over his surroundings, confirming that there was no one else besides the beautiful Hu standing in front of him. His eyes twitched involuntarily.

It's strange, very strange.

Even if the world of Qin Shi has amazing abilities and techniques, there probably isn't a magic like the ability to create an avatar.

The Mo Qilin's flawless disguise technique?

Or is it an illusion?

Could it be that Dongjun guy coming to cause trouble again? But I can't sense any fluctuations in his aura...

Jiang Mo gently stroked the fine strands of hair wrapped around his fingertips, pondering to himself.

Worried that he might have overlooked something due to the fierce battle with Han Qiancheng, he proactively activated the [Thread-Pulling] spell to check if Dongjun was nearby.

Like a stone sinking into the sea, the strand of hair wrapped around my fingertip showed no reaction whatsoever.

This relieved Jiang Mo, but at the same time, he couldn't help but frown, unsure of what the situation was.

It's not an illusion?

Or is it that the one who cast the illusion was not Dongjun?

"You... don't recognize me? Or is it that you no longer want to acknowledge me?"

Seemingly hurt by Jiang Mo's subconscious retreat, Hu Meiren's delicate, outstretched fingers, which had been cautiously reaching out, froze in mid-air before they could even touch Jiang Mo's face. Hu Meiren stared wide-eyed at Jiang Mo, her initial excitement gradually fading.

A pallor, as if completely burned away, gradually filled his face.

"After all these years, I thought you had finally come to pick me up, but in the end, time flies and people's hearts change..."

Her lips, gradually losing all color, trembled as she uttered a heartbreaking lament.

It seemed that the last bit of hope that supported her through her ups and downs in this mortal world had been completely shattered, and Hu Meiren staggered backward with a gloomy expression.

After only one or two steps, he was about to fall to the ground.

Reason and vigilance were cast aside by Jiang Mo at that moment. Those two sighs, filled with the deepest sorrow and despair, easily broke through his defenses, causing Jiang Mo to feel a sharp pain in his heart.

Without a second thought, he stepped out.

His fingertips lightly explored, finding Hu Meiren's slender waist that could be encircled by a single hand. With firm and strong arms, he caught her swaying, delicate body, and with a slight effort, Jiang Mo steadied Hu Meiren's voluptuous and mature figure in his embrace.

The rich and alluring fragrance of her body intensifies at the tip of the nose.

Jiang Mo dared not look down at the beauty in his arms, but only glanced at the scene in the distance where Zi Nu was, and then at the stunning beauty close to his arms. He carefully compared the two scenes, trying to quickly determine which one was real and which one was fake.

But for a while, they couldn't find a clue.

If one were to imagine it, both of them would bear an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to Hu Meier in my memory, except that they have shed the naivety of a young girl and acquired the mature charm of a young woman, becoming even more alluring and seductive.

If you say it doesn't look like it.

After all, too much time has passed. As Hu Meiren herself said, youth fades and people change, so how could she still look the same as Jiang Mo remembered?

I can't tell.

I really can't tell the difference!

From a cautious standpoint, since the truth is unknown, one should not easily reveal the truth, lest someone with ulterior motives seize upon it.

But even though Jiang Mo wanted to say something like "Your Majesty, please forgive me," he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

The delicate hand that carefully grasped his fingertips was so forceful, like the last straw clutched before falling off a cliff, that Jiang Mo could barely breathe.

How much courage did she need to take that first step towards herself?

"Second Miss, you look so listless, it's not like you at all. Look, the haiku performance over there is so lively, why do you have such a miserable face?"

With a helpless sigh, Jiang Mo reached out and gently stroked the other person's cheek.

What a tragic fate! I really don't know how to explain this to Yan Lingji in the future. I hope she won't cause a huge uproar.

Chapter 76 I'll help you out, you're welcome.

Zilanxuan should have been at its busiest time of night shortly after nightfall.

However, Jiang Mo's statement that the martial law in Xinzheng had affected Zilanxuan's business was not entirely an excuse.

Compared to its usual bustling atmosphere, the sparse number of guests made it considerably quieter. This even allowed Zi Nu to take time out of her busy schedule and leave all the trivial matters to the sisters in the hall.

However, the truth is unpredictable.

Even though Zi Nu was very confident in her sisters' abilities, unexpected problems still arose.