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

Moreover, there was the trouble caused by Yan Lingji before.

Jiang Mo, with the warm, soft body in his arms, felt his blood boil, his heart race, and his arms tighten uncontrollably, embracing the plump and beautiful body, greedily inhaling the alluring and seductive scent.

An unprecedented bliss washed over her, making Hu Meiren's expression even more dazed.

Her slender, delicate, fair arms instinctively climbed up Jiang Mo's neck, unable to resist taking a further step into the ravine of desire.

She became more proactive in responding to Jiang Mo's demands.

The warmth of this moment was so alluring that Hu Meiren wanted to indulge in it without a care in the world, as if she were clinging to a beautiful dream she didn't want to wake up from.

Jiang Mo tried to separate from her several times, but she stubbornly stopped him each time.

Even though she was already feeling suffocated, Hu Meiren was unwilling to let go, stubbornly clinging to him as if she wanted to drown in the sea of ​​desire in her heart with Jiang Mo at this moment.

This Mei'er is simply outrageous.

Feeling the dizziness and disorientation brought on by suffocation, Jiang Mo couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If all eight extraordinary meridians were opened and internal energy circulated throughout the body, it would be possible to temporarily replace breathing with internal energy.

Otherwise, Jiang Mo wouldn't have been able to swim underwater in the icy pool for so long in the instance.

But right now, he's still quite a distance from being a top-tier martial artist.

Lacking the composure he possessed in the dungeon, the prolonged deep kiss inevitably left him feeling suffocated.

However, Jiang Mo was more concerned about his own condition at this moment.

He only felt a slight sense of suffocation; with his physical abilities, he could endure it for a long time even if he forced himself to. But Hu Meier was still a long way from reaching the level of a top-tier martial artist!

Even if the other party somehow acquired the power of illusion.

However, this power obviously cannot enhance physical strength. Jiang Mo had just noticed that Hu Meier's delicate body was far less supple than Zi Nu's, let alone compared to Yan Ling Ji, who did not pay much attention to physical strength.

It's held in the palm of my hand, just like holding a piece of soft tofu.

It trembled precariously, as if it would be accidentally crushed with the slightest force, making one's heart clench with worry.

I already feel suffocated; Mei'er is probably about to faint from lack of oxygen.

In this situation, why are you still clinging to me so tightly, unwilling to separate for even a moment? And you haven't even had a drop of alcohol today. How could you be so foolish?

I feel sorry for her, but also a little helpless.

Instead of letting the other party continue to act recklessly, the hand that was holding Hu Meiren's slender waist moved downwards and pinched the tender flesh between her fingers with a little force.

"Hmm~"

The intense stimulation from her buttocks made Hu Meiren let out a soft moan and instinctively open her mouth, giving Jiang Mo the opportunity to gently push Hu Meiren away without hurting her.

"Whoo~"

Jiang Mo let out a long breath, quickly recovering from the discomfort of being enveloped in a suffocating feeling, and his mind quickly cleared.

But Hu Meier was paralyzed and fell into Jiang Mo's arms.

Looking down, I saw that the other person's face was blank and lost in thought. There was no light in her beautiful, charming eyes, as if she had already fainted.

His excessive indulgence made him appear exceptionally vulnerable.

Yet she also appears exceptionally alluring and seductive, stirring up thoughts of taking advantage of someone in distress.

He shook his head, forcibly suppressing the improper thought.

Jiang Mo reached out and pressed several acupoints on the other person, using his internal energy to urge the flow of qi and blood, causing the limp and powerless body in his arms to tense up suddenly, and then slowly relax.

His warm breath brushed against her ear again.

As her consciousness cleared slightly, seeing the concerned look on Jiang Mo's face, Hu Meiren couldn't help but show a satisfied expression, and subconsciously wanted to bury her head in his arms.

"Wake up, don't fall asleep."

Seeing Hu Meier about to fall into a deep sleep after her indulgence, Jiang Mo shook her shoulder helplessly and gestured angrily towards the parrot that had been waiting for a long time on the treetop:

"The messenger reports that the young lady is coming soon."

Jiang Mo's attention was almost entirely focused on Hu Meier's alluring lips. Although he noticed a bird landing beside him and chirping noisily, he didn't pay it much attention.

Only after the lips and teeth are separated can one have the leisure to observe carefully.

Then they discovered that the parrot looked like the same one that had been used to trap Hu Meier, and it was still alive?

But what's even more puzzling is its constant chatter.

Hu Meier, whose consciousness was still somewhat hazy, also pricked up her ears to listen carefully to the parrot's repeated squeaks after hearing Jiang Mo's reminder.

Then, with a start, she frantically tried to sit up from Jiang Mo's embrace:

"Oh no, my sister is coming! That illusionary clone won't fool her; it'll be exposed!"

The young lady, of course, refers to the current Madam Hu.

Although the two sisters have now recognized each other, they are still separated by the palace and rarely get to see each other or have a short get-together.

Being allowed to leave the palace and come to this elegant Pear Garden is already a privilege.

This aroused the jealousy of countless concubines and beauties in the palace. However, they could not have imagined that, apart from simple favor, Hu Meier's ability to obtain the King of Han's permission was more due to her illusion magic, which bewitched and influenced the other party's mind.

Ultimately, it's impossible to completely reverse right and wrong.

Jiang Mo was well aware of the rarity of the two sisters' meetings, so when he heard the parrot fly over to remind him, he shook Hu Meier awake from his arms.

To avoid the other party missing this meeting and regretting it later.

However, judging from Hu Meier's somewhat flustered appearance, things are probably more complicated than Jiang Mo thought.

Unable to find her sister, Madam Hu naturally searched for her in the garden.

The two people who were hiding here and being intimate using illusion magic would mostly go unnoticed by each other, but Hu Meier's deliberate use of a stand-in to attract attention was quite eye-catching.

That was ultimately not Hu Meier herself.

Even though Hu Meier tried her best to use illusion magic to imitate and restore, some habits that she herself would subconsciously ignore were particularly obvious in the eyes of Madam Hu, who had watched her grow up.

If Madam Hu were to encounter a double, she would likely be exposed very quickly.

That would be a huge problem.

Realizing this, Hu Meier was naturally anxious and instinctively tried to jump down from Jiang Mo's arms and head straight for Madam Hu.

But as soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt my legs go weak and I almost fell to the ground.

The aftereffects of almost suffocating myself hadn't completely worn off, so I was naturally dizzy and unable to stand steadily.

"Don't panic, I'll take you there, you..."

A reassuring voice sounded from behind, and then Hu Meier felt herself being lifted up by the waist, the scene before her eyes rushing past her.

The limp and powerless body now seemed incredibly light.

It felt as if she could soar to the heavens and pluck stars from the sky, reminding her of the radiant, bright moon deep in her memories.

"The moonlight is so beautiful~"

A soft murmur escaped her lips, mingled with the whistling wind around her. Hu Meier stared at Jiang Mo's face and couldn't help but giggle.

Haiku (traditional Japanese opera) was a shared hobby of the two sisters.

Therefore, the place where the two rarely met was this elegant place in the opera house, where they often watched the stories in the opera side by side and chatted about their recent situations.

Perhaps because she hadn't seen her sister all day, Madam Hu didn't go to enjoy the haiku performance that was in full swing. Instead, she strolled absentmindedly along the corridor, seemingly looking for her sister's whereabouts.

Or perhaps lingering in turbulent memories.

Out of the corner of my eye, a vibrant pink hue flashed by; it seemed to be Princess Honglian running past at breakneck speed for some unknown reason.

This lively princess is here too?

The absent-minded Mrs. Hu was a beat slow to realize that the scene she was seeing was quite strange. Just as she was about to turn her head to take a closer look, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

"Sister, so you've been here all along!"

A beautiful face appeared before her eyes, and a familiar person stood in front of her, yet Madam Hu couldn't help but be stunned.

My younger sister seems a little different today?

Of course it's different. After all, she was a concubine. Even in front of Lady Hu, Lady Hu used to have to maintain a proper demeanor and act very dignified and noble.

The carefree and easygoing nature of my youth is gone.

At this moment, Hu Meiren's bright eyes were still glistening with tears, as if they were about to drip water, and her delicate red lips were still stained with a little water.

It looks a bit swollen?

Her fair cheeks were flushed with a thin layer of rosy blush, like peach petals falling on the snow in early spring, their delicate pink glow shining through the white background.

She does possess the captivating charm of a young woman in her late teens.

A few strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks, water droplets rolling across the blushing skin, leaving a glistening trail that added to her allure. Her delicate, luscious lips parted slightly, revealing glimpses of her pearly white teeth as she breathed out a warm, fragrant breath.

Her radiant appearance was like a peony in full bloom after being carefully nourished, exceptionally beautiful and charming.

As a woman confined to her chambers and experiencing loneliness herself, Madam Hu was also quite perceptive of this change.

Her heart tightened instantly, and she instinctively gripped Hu Meier's slender wrist tightly, her voice becoming quite serious:

"Where did you go just now...?"

Just as the habitual question was about to be uttered, Madam Hu realized that the two were now of vastly different social standing, and it was by no means her place to question the other party.

And those life-threatening things are even less suitable to be said in such a public setting.

Even though she changed her mind, Madam Hu couldn't help but nervously look around, and only after confirming that no one was looking in their direction did she breathe a sigh of relief for her sister.

"Nothing else, I just chatted with Princess Honglian for a while."

Her slightly limp body was still immersed in the lingering afterglow of their tenderness, and even her voice still trembled slightly when she spoke.

How could it be done without anyone noticing?

Chapter 80 Anticipation: Reunion; Satisfaction: Behind the Scenes

Jiang Mo, that wicked thing, all he knows is to get handsy and make my clothes so obviously messy, but he doesn't even try to cover for me or distract my sister.

Seeing the increasingly suspicious look in Madam Hu's eyes, Hu Meier couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in her heart, completely ignoring the fact that she was the one who had rubbed against Jiang Mo earlier, and that most of the marks on his clothes were clearly made by herself.

If one had to name a few marks, the only ones on those shapely buttocks were made by Jiang Mo.