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

Jiang Mo was indeed overthinking it.

However, the direction that Ke Duo was thinking about was probably completely different from what Hong Lian had hoped for.

What he was thinking was that he now bore obvious traces of Baiyue witchcraft on his body, and if he were brought before King Han An, who regarded the Baiyue as taboo...

The only outcome would be death, or a very gruesome death.

Forget about becoming a princess's personal bodyguard. Until he has sufficient self-defense capabilities, he'd better not appear before King Han An or Ji Wuye, or anyone else who knows the history of the Baiyue.

Characters like Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu also need to be approached with caution, and it's best to use Han Fei as a buffer.

Only Yan Ling Ji can be directly touched.

she……

Different.

Thinking this, Jiang Mo declined without hesitation, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess Honglian, but I am just a commoner and dare not presume to presume upon you."

"Okay, then..."

Honglian had assumed that the other party would agree without hesitation to such immense wealth, and she had prepared her next words.

Unexpectedly, the other party refused.

They actually refused.

And without the slightest hesitation, Honglian was momentarily stunned.

Then he stomped his foot in annoyance:

"I've said before that I, the princess, am fair in my rewards and punishments. You are not allowed to refuse the reward I'm giving you!"

"Oh, then please grant me one hundred taels of gold, Your Highness."

Seeing that Honglian insisted on giving a reward, Jiang Mo didn't hesitate and immediately offered to solve his personal living expenses problem once and for all.

Honglian was stunned upon hearing this.

She could certainly afford to give him a hundred taels of gold, given her status.

The problem is, in this desolate wilderness, how could a frail woman possibly be carrying a hundred taels of gold? It's so heavy, she couldn't possibly walk anywhere!

Moreover, once the gold is given, wouldn't her debt of gratitude to the other party be settled?

At that time, the roads will be wide open, and everyone can go their own way.

This is not what Honglian wanted.

After a moment's thought, she spoke again: "Alright, you have no prior experience in the army, so it is indeed inappropriate to promote you to the position of commander of my princess's guards so hastily."

"Then I recommend you as my swordsmanship teacher."

Honglian was really anxious. She had never witnessed Jiang Mo's sword skills before, and she assumed that he was a martial arts master.

Fearing rejection, she added:

"A monthly salary of ten taels of gold."

Compared to Jiang Mo's vulgar demands, Hong Lian's promises were incredibly generous, effectively solving the problem of running out of money.

But Jiang Mo still shook his head.

It wasn't that she was worried about not having the ability to teach the other party swordsmanship; after all, what to teach was up to Honglian herself.

What he was worried about was his own safety.

So he readily conceded, saying, "If you don't have gold, a hundred taels of silver will do."

"you……!"

Honglian was furious. She had always been a favorite in the Korean royal palace, and countless people wanted to win her favor.

But how could she avoid this man?

He would rather lower the price to 100 taels of silver than continue to have any contact with her.

Is she some kind of evil spirit?

Seeing that Honglian remained silent, Jiang Mo couldn't help but shake his head and sigh slightly, tentatively asking, "Then... ten taels?"

Honglian was almost laughing in anger, but unfortunately, she didn't have enough money on her. As a princess, even when she went out of the palace, she was always served by others.

Naturally, they don't have the habit of carrying money.

Although Jiang Mo's expression was cold and stern, his gaze seemed to say, "What kind of princess is she? She can't even take out ten taels of silver?"

Enraged and humiliated, Honglian grabbed the jade pendant from her waist and threw it at him.

"Here you go, take it and get out!"

Jiang Mo took the jade pendant, but before he could examine it closely, he heard a cacophony of footsteps approaching rapidly. Interspersed among them were the sounds of metal armor clashing.

Honglian's guards have arrived?

Jiang Mo was startled. Without thinking further, he stuffed the jade pendant into his pocket and turned to leave.

Honglian turned around angrily, waiting for Jiang Mo to come and apologize. She never expected him to take the things without a word and run away.

When I heard the noise and turned around, all that was left was a dashing figure quickly disappearing into the distance.

"Hey, you bastard, are you really going to roll away?!"

"You still haven't told me your name!"

Honglian, her face full of grievance, shouted at Jiang Mo's retreating figure.

Jiang Mo paused slightly.

But in the end, he didn't turn around, nor did he reveal his name, leaving Honglian with only a cold back view.

They came and went like the wind, like a dream that slipped away quietly.

Amidst the clanging of armor, the soldiers who arrived late knelt down: "Your subordinate is late in protecting Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Honglian had no time to pay attention to anyone else; she only stared in the direction Jiang Mo had left, and stamped her foot angrily.

"Hmph, this princess can't be bothered with you!"

Chapter 29 Guess Who I Am~

The plump, white silkworms leisurely nibbled on the tender mulberry leaves, while a few had already spun fine silk and wrapped themselves into cocoons.

Jiang Mo, sitting on a bamboo chair, held a bamboo scroll but did not bury his head in reading.

Those dark, ink-black eyes were fixed on the few brightly colored silkworms he was raising, as if he had gained some insight from their instinctive spinning of silk and forming cocoons, or as if he had simply emptied his mind and stolen a rare half-day of leisure.

Suddenly, subtitles appeared in his field of vision, like a countdown timer playing precisely on time. It not only reminded Jiang Mo of the time, but also of the inevitable moment he would awaken from his dream:

[Three years remaining until the end of the instance]

There are only three years left. If you count them up, five years have already passed here without you even realizing it, and you've already turned thirteen.

With his right hand, Jiang Mo gently touched the features of his face.

Even without using a mirror nearby, he was very clear that this face, which combined the handsome and refined features of the Central Plains with the unrestrained and wild spirit of the Baiyue people, was completely different from his real-life image.

As for height and build, there is still plenty of potential for growth.

However, it's also clear that he will be much more robust and imposing as an adult than in real life. His skin will certainly not be as fair as it is now, nor will it be as exaggerated as a bronze color, but he will certainly not be so pale that it looks like he has never seen the sun.

Ultimately, that skin color in reality is not normal at all.

He looks exactly like a dead person.

Jiang Mo couldn't tell which image was more handsome and eye-catching for a moment, but the two completely different images made him clearly realize the difference between reality and the dungeon.

The one who grew up with Yan Lingji here was not actually Jiang Mo.

Instead, it was Amo who should have died quietly in a corner long ago.

Just as he was feeling melancholy, a pair of warm little hands suddenly covered Jiang Mo's eyes from behind, and a girl's deliberately lowered, sweet voice rang in his ear:

Guess who I am?

Who else could sneak into my house without saying hello and dare to approach from behind to play this kind of game but you?

If it were anyone else, I would have already elbowed them when they got close.

Jiang Mo inwardly scoffed, but still played along with the other party in this somewhat childish game. He straightened his expression and said in a serious tone:

"He walks without making a sound, just like a cat."

"It must be Ahri, the best female hunter in the village! The movement technique I asked you about last time, I've already thought of a name for it these past two days: Snow-Treading Plum Blossom Steps. What do you think?"

"Not very good!"

The person behind him was clearly exasperated, and when he subconsciously responded, he forgot to lower his voice, so his original voice was clearly revealed.

However, she quickly realized this and immediately changed her voice to a high-pitched tone:

"You're wrong, I'm not that stinky cat! Think about it again, when you think of girls from the same village, is that the stinky cat you think of?"

She spoke bitterly, her fingers already clenching tightly.

Perhaps hearing the somewhat affectionate nickname "Ah Li" triggered her possessive desires.

She looked like she was going to gouge Jiang Mo's eyes out if he kept yelling like that.

"Hmm, her fingers are as smooth and delicate as silk, so that must be Xiaodie, right? Speaking of which, I was planning to show you the finished sample. There are still some things I don't quite understand, so I'd like to ask you for some guidance."

With a smirk, Jiang Mo uttered the name of another girl.

The person behind her didn't immediately deny it this time, but fell silent for a while before finally speaking softly, "Xiao Die... who is this?"

There wasn't much anger in his words.

That was because her anger had been concentrated between her fingers. Even though she had her eyelids tightly closed, Jiang Mo suddenly saw that her originally dim vision began to turn red.

It looked as if a sea of ​​fire was about to spread.

"Alright, alright, Sister Yan, you're so magnanimous. Why bother arguing with these little girls? They're just casual acquaintances anyway."

Putting aside his teasing intentions, Jiang Mo smiled and pulled Yan Lingji's hands away.

Jiang Mo himself didn't realize that after playing around with Yan Lingji, the melancholy and sorrow that had been lingering in his heart had completely disappeared.