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

Even though I know that saying the wrong thing isn't a big deal, I still don't want to affect the other person's mood because of my own actions.

Let it be a misunderstanding.

Anyway, it won't affect anything.

To prevent Nongyu from feeling neglected, Hu Meier took the initiative to pull her to her side, asking her all sorts of questions about Nongyu's experiences over the years, and also couldn't help but inquire about Madam Hu's situation after her reunion with Li Kai.

He then asked what kind of food Nongyu liked, and asked the imperial kitchen to arrange it.

If you disregard the identities of the three people, it's like a casual chat, with no particular theme to focus on, and the conversation always seems to veer off-topic without them even realizing it.

It also helps to kill time.

Before we knew it, the sky had gradually darkened.

"It's getting late. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll cause you trouble. So, it's about time we left."

Jiang Mo glanced at the sunset outside the window and prepared to get up and leave.

He looked at Hu Meier, hesitating whether to express his thoughts, but she leaned forward and grabbed Jiang Mo's hand, her face full of reluctance:

"Are you leaving already? Don't you want to stay a little longer?"

Hu Meier glanced sideways at Nongyu beside her, and saw that the latter, who had originally stood up with her, had turned her head away, feigning ignorance. She couldn't help but smile knowingly, and whispered in Jiang Mo's neck:

"Don't worry, that King Han definitely won't come here."

Jiang Mo's eyes twitched, realizing that Hu Meier must have done something, such as using an illusion to give the King of Han a certain hint, making him want to favor other beauties in the harem, or even temporarily clouding his mind and making him forget the existence of Hu Meier.

Mind manipulation techniques are always difficult to defend against.

You're tempting me to commit a crime! Just saying the thought of spending the night in someone else's harem is incredibly exciting!

Seeing the expectant look in Hu Meier's eyes, Jiang Mo really couldn't bear to refuse.

So he gritted his teeth, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and offered the suggestion he had been hesitant to make:

"Why don't you leave with us?"

"Anyway, there's nothing in this palace that you'd want to stay. You might as well hurry out and regain your freedom and reunite with your family."

Startled, Hu Meier stared wide-eyed, momentarily thinking she had misheard.

Seeing Jiang Mo's serious expression and feeling his palm tighten unconsciously, Hu Meier knew she hadn't misheard. For a moment, she instinctively wanted to agree immediately and leave this cage with Jiang Mo.

After a moment's hesitation, she bit her lip and shook her head.

"Are you worried about whether you can get out? Don't worry, even if Xiaobai can't deceive everyone, I have a way to get you and Nongyu away safely."

Fearing that words alone would not be enough to persuade Hu Meier, Jiang Mo drew his Reverse Scale Sword.

But the other party stopped him by pressing his hand down.

"Of course I believe you, I'll always believe you, but I can't leave right now..."

Hu Meier didn't want Jiang Mo to see her current appearance.

So, as she spoke, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Nongyu beside her, but the chilling coldness in her voice still sent shivers down one's spine.

"We haven't avenged ourselves yet."

"How can we just let that guy get away with it like this?"

Feeling Hu Meier's trembling body in his palm, Jiang Mo remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

"You're playing with fire."

"I guess I was just throwing a tantrum, just like that year when we went to search for Qingluan. Jiang Mo, would you be willing to indulge me in this little bit of capriciousness one more time?"

Looking at Hu Meier clinging to his arm, pleading and acting coquettishly, who could say "no"? Jiang Mo couldn't bring himself to do it, so he eventually agreed.

Be willful once, and be willful again.

So Jiang Mo and Nong Yu, who were supposed to leave as soon as possible, changed their original plans in a daze and stayed at Hu Meier's earnest invitation.

Spending the night in the royal palace is a bold act that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

To be fair, the standard of living here is indeed incomparable to that of the outside world. For example, bathing, which is extremely troublesome for ordinary people in this era, is not a troublesome thing at all here.

What kind of bathtub is that? That's so lame.

Inside this palace, there was an exceptionally spacious bathtub, which Jiang Mo was able to enjoy after a long time.

Feeling the comfort of being enveloped in hot water, Jiang Mo couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Even though he had spent a long time in the extravagant Zilan Pavilion, the luxurious lifestyle in the palace still broadened Jiang Mo's horizons.

That is to say, they knew Hu Meier's temperament and had absolute confidence in her.

Otherwise, Jiang Mo would have assumed that the other party was unwilling to leave the palace because they were indulging in its luxurious comforts.

They insisted that Jiang Mo point out any shortcomings.

That's probably because it's too deserted. After all, when Jiang Mo occasionally takes a bath in the Purple Orchid Pavilion, he's used to having Yan Lingji by his side to bother him from time to time.

A bath that should have taken only a stick of incense to finish often drags on for half an hour.

However, when soaking in the water with Yan Lingji, there's no need to worry about the water getting cold, and it's fine to stay for as long as you like.

As Jiang Mo was lost in thought, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the misty fog.

She walked slowly toward him.

Chapter 19 Where Did They Go?

Why did you come here?

Jiang Mo, lying in the bathtub, only poked his head out from the water where flower petals floated. Even without looking closely, he was certain that the person who came was Hu Meier.

Is it pretty?

Without directly answering Jiang Mo's question, Hu Meier walked forward with a charming smile. Her figure gradually emerged from the mist, appearing in Jiang Mo's vision. What first caught his eye was that delicate pink hue.

Having shed the rather formal attire she wore when they met earlier, Hu Meier changed into a light pink, thin, and sheer nightgown.

The inner garment, tightly wrapped around her delicate body, resembled a bath towel, barely covering her vital areas. With her waist as the dividing line, large expanses of skin, including her back, were almost entirely exposed.

It was only covered by a semi-transparent veil, half-concealed and half-revealed.

She moved gracefully toward Jiang Mo, the crimson gauze, damp with moisture, clinging to her legs, exuding a hazy allure.

Appearing and disappearing, seemingly both welcoming and rejecting.

Beneath that slender waist, the full curves of her hips and buttocks outline a beautiful silhouette.

The light, sheer nightgown, partially concealing the body, exuded a hazy, alluring beauty. The undershirt beneath barely covered the upper thighs.

A pair of plump, lustrous legs, their delicate skin shimmering with a fleshy glow in the candlelight, were incredibly alluring.

Feeling the restless yang fire within him, Jiang Mo couldn't help but cough lightly:

"Shouldn't you be with Nongyu? Why did you leave her and come here alone? How is Nongyu now?"

"Ha, the way you're saying that sounds just like a father asking his child if they're asleep."

Hearing Jiang Mo's question, Hu Meier couldn't help but smile. Her words, however, made Jiang Mo raise an eyebrow:

"That's what you're saying."

"It's as if you know exactly what life will be like after having children. What is this, doing your homework in advance?"

While teasing the other person, Jiang Mo's gaze naturally slid down to the other person's flat stomach.

A slight blush rose to Hu Meier's cheeks, but she didn't refute Jiang Mo's words; she simply offered a defense:

"I've only seen it in a book."

"In the book~"

Some distant memories surfaced in Jiang Mo's mind, and he recalled the books he had taken from Hu Meier's boudoir. His expression immediately became subtle:

"I think you'd better read less of those kinds of books."

"Really? I think the book contains a lot of useful knowledge that is worth studying."

"for example?"

Smiling without saying a word, Hu Meier reached out and smoothed the hem of her skirt behind her buttocks, then slowly knelt down on the blanket by the bathtub.

"The book says that a virtuous wife..."

With her legs together, her plump, millstone-like buttocks pressed against her round, fair heels. Hu Meier then raised her peach-blossom-like smile, her alluring foxy eyes looking over, and the seductive words uttered from her lips were even more tempting.

"After her husband comes home from a busy day, she must take good care of him."

Jiang Mo nearly choked on his own saliva, his expression becoming even more peculiar: "What you've learned is a bit off-track, isn't it..."

what is this?

Does this involve newlywed women practicing [certain skills]?

"What I've learned isn't just these things. Do you want to experience all those tricks for winning people over?"

Hu Meier picked up a snow-white cotton towel, soaked it in the warm bath water, gently wrung it out, and then raised her hand to wipe her chest.

Jiang Mo had just said that no one would serve him, but now people have come.

Those soft, smooth fingers roamed and caressed his already burning skin, making Jiang Mo feel a tingling, electric sensation spread throughout his body, so comfortable that he couldn't help but squint his eyes and hum softly.

Jiang Mo's breathing became slightly erratic, and he couldn't help but emphasize again:

"Nongyu, she should still be awake."

"What does it matter? She's not here right now anyway, so how can that stop me from fulfilling my duties as a wife?"

As she spoke, Hu Meier leaned closer and wiped his shoulders.

Her slender, snow-white neck drooped slightly, and her high, firm chest stretched her close-fitting belly until it seemed about to burst, like two majestic snow-capped mountains beckoning people to climb.

The more you cherish something, the more you restrain yourself.

Knowing that Hu Meier's decision to remain in the palace to plot revenge must be as precarious as walking on thin ice, Jiang Mo gently pressed down on her delicate hand that was caressing his chest. Even though his cheeks were flushed red from the rush of blood, he tried to keep a serious expression.

Just like before, when she refused to accept the two sets of clothes with her hand.

This time, before Jiang Mo could say anything, Hu Meier preemptively attacked, biting her lip and revealing a tearful expression: