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

"Why does nobody believe me when I tell the truth? I really do treat Nongyu as my younger sister; it was just an emergency evacuation."

What's the use of trusting you?

"Who knows what Nongyu is thinking? Besides, do you really not have any thoughts at all? Who was the one who got even more excited when I mentioned the two generations of aunt and niece?"

"Tsk, you vixen, do you want to be disciplined again?"

Meanwhile, Nongyu, who was hiding alone in her room, was wrapped tightly in a quilt, leaving no blind spots, just like a rice dumpling afraid of being exposed.

However, it was definitely not due to catching a cold or anything like that.

On the contrary, at this moment, Nongyu did not feel cold at all. Instead, she felt unbearably hot from the inside out, like a steam girl, wishing that the heat on her forehead would rise straight to the sky.

Although she had returned to Zilan Pavilion and was lying on her own bed, Nongyu's thoughts seemed to have been left behind in the palace.

It was stranded in the bathtub.

The scorching heat emanating from Jiang Mo's body after he jumped into the water with her still seemed to linger. Even though reason tried to explain that it was just a tactic he used to make the cold bath boil, it couldn't erase the feeling.

That feeling of being enveloped in a scorching heat, making you feel dizzy.

With her slightly reddened fingertips, Nongyu couldn't help but gently stroke her delicate lips, recalling the unique sensation of their lips meeting.

The breath that appears like the light of dawn as one falls into the suffocating abyss.

Without a word, he pried open her red lips and pearly teeth, sending a breath full of vitality into her body and into Nongyu's heart.

In her hazy state of consciousness, Nongyu only knew to respond instinctively.

Subconsciously, they drew in the rare underwater air, greedily inhaling it, without feeling anything was wrong.

But thinking about it now, Nongyu couldn't help but feel her face burning.

Unable to bear the irritation, I buried my face in the pillow, trying to pretend nothing was wrong, like burying my head in the sand.

Brother Jiang, he doesn't think I'm dissolute, does he...?

After all, having lived in a brothel like Zilanxuan since childhood, most people probably think I'm that kind of...

Uh, sorry, ladies, I'm not looking down on you.

But, but...

That was indeed my first kiss, I should have been careful and only touched it lightly! Why did I respond so enthusiastically, as if I were a pro...?

It must be from being influenced by her older sisters all the time.

A multitude of conflicting emotions tangled together in my mind, like a tangled ball of yarn that I could neither cut nor untangle.

One moment I couldn't help but savor the wonderful feeling, and the next I couldn't help but feel worried.

Then he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Nongyu suddenly understood why Zinu had seemed so hesitant when she had tried so hard to encourage her to take things further with Jiang Mo.

In fact, Zi Nu's psychological state is similar to hers.

Although the desire to get closer was surging, the worries brought about by the movement technique were like an endless shadow, always completely enveloping the heart, leaving only negative emotions surging and turbulent in the mind.

I want to get closer, but I'm worried that if I'm too proactive and know too much about those things, the other person will think I'm lowly and easy to bully.

Conflicting thoughts always linger in my mind, difficult to overcome.

At this moment, Nongyu felt even more conflicted than Zinu.

Whether considering Zi Nu's perspective or her relationship with Hu Meier, Nong Yu clearly and rationally realized that she should not take things any further.

But how can a heart that is constantly falling for another easily break free?

So she locked herself in her room, hiding and avoiding Zi Nu even once.

Alone, I savor the sweetness and sorrow in my heart.

No matter how close you are to someone, there will always be secrets you can't share, and there will always be many things you have to face alone.

As Yan Lingji curled up, sleeping soundly and contentedly beside him, Jiang Mo, lying on the bed, was quietly contemplating a secret known only to him. He wondered whether he should start the next chapter, whether he should peek into the past inextricably linked to the Tide Demoness.

He held the crystal-clear [Frosty Tear] between his fingers and examined it closely.

Clear and transparent, with a slight coolness.

Like a teardrop that has just fallen to the ground, it freezes into frost before it even hits the ground, transforming into something like a crystal gemstone, existing forever.

This is the feeling that [Frosty Tears] gave Jiang Mo.

A faint sadness and longing emanated from these frozen, tiny teardrops, completely at odds with their owner's imposing demeanor.

It makes one want to delve deeper into the secrets behind it.

Thinking of the dangerous aura emanating from the Tide Demoness, who resembled a datura flower, and considering her blood relation to Bai Yifei, Jiang Mo couldn't help but hesitate.

Night should be the enemy.

Jiang Mo was already at a loss about what to do with Mo Ya, but he was just a tool under orders, useful to Nightfall or for other purposes.

But what if you get entangled with the Tide Fairy...

Tsk, how come I already feel like I'm going to be entangled with the other party before the dungeon has even started?

Has it been completely acknowledged that lust is inherent in men?

Well, there's really no denying that.

Unable to suppress a few self-deprecating remarks, Jiang Mo slowly browsed through the previous books' descriptions of the new dungeon:

[Wu An He Fang: Snowcloth Fortress, this harsh and cold land has nothing particularly special about it. Among the many fiefdoms belonging to the Queen, it has always been the least desirable. But what people remember is not the fortress itself, but the mistress of the land.]

[The only female marquis in South Korea, and even in the seven kingdoms]

Too many people want to uncover the secrets hidden within the Blood-Clad Princess, but they are all blocked by an insurmountable ice wall.

Even the entire Bai family kept this a closely guarded secret.

The main characters mentioned in the introduction surprised Jiang Mo, as they were only mentioned in the background of the original work and had very little information about them.

Even with a strong recollection, he could only vaguely remember that the other person was Bai Yifei's mother.

Married women, huh, they seem pretty good too...

Pshaw, is that even the point? If it's related to this person, perhaps we can improve our swordsmanship in this instance?

Even if Zi Nu's teachings are very effective, one cannot rely solely on diligent study and practice in reality.

It was still too slow.

We can't keep using the Reverse Scale Sword like a club, can we? Famous swords have spirits; if this continues, I feel like the Reverse Scale Sword will cry from anger!

Jiang Mo was already interested.

However, we still need to prepare before starting a new dungeon, as there are no knowledge or skills that we want to draw from the Remnants of the Sea of ​​Memories for the time being.

There are many memories worth crystallizing and solidifying.

It wouldn't be good to start from scratch every time you enter a dungeon, would it? This time, Jiang Mo is going to be an unparalleled genius!

Chapter 25 Someone so innocent couldn't possibly be a trendy succubus.

Snowcoat Castle, where the cold wind howls.

Bai Shuangqiu, the only female marquis in South Korea and often referred to as the "Blood Sea Demon" in private, hurriedly walked through the square.

The military boots clattered crisply on the frost-covered ground.

As hard as the silver armor she wore.

Even those accompanying him were not maids or servants, but rather a heavily armed deputy general who reported on the recent situation at Snowcloth Fortress in concise and efficient language.

Having just returned from suppressing the bandits, Bai Shuangqiu, who had not had a moment's rest, was inevitably exhausted, both physically and mentally.

However, he still forced himself to listen attentively to the deputy general's report.

His steps were a little hurried, as he wanted to wash away the dust and blood from his body as soon as possible and get some rest.

But when her gaze swept across the training ground, an unexpected sight made Bai Shuangqiu pause slightly. Her previously weary and drooping eyes widened a little, and her scarlet gaze revealed a chilling bloodlust.

The deputy general following beside him couldn't help but tremble inwardly.

"Whose son is that?"

Standing still, gazing through the wind and snow at the young man sweating profusely in the training ground, Bai Shuangqiu asked a question. Even her usually cold and detached voice, like falling frost and snow, revealed a hint of emotion.

I was both quite surprised and very interested.

Snowcloth Fortress is located in a frigid region, and even on sunny days, the low temperatures discourage people from venturing out. Even the soldiers within the fortress require supervision during their daily drills.

Not to mention teenagers and children.

Many people aspire to learn martial arts, but very few can actually persevere.

Those who persist in training hard in such weather are truly exceptional.

The lieutenant, who hadn't noticed the young man before, was also extremely surprised when he saw the other man's skillful sword-wielding movements.

After a moment's thought, he replied to Bai Shuangqiu, "A collateral son, his given name is Mo, and his father..."

"He died on the battlefield three years ago..."

Her crimson eyes trembled slightly, and when she heard "died on the battlefield," Bai Shuangqiu couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

She knew very well that, even though the lieutenant hadn't said it explicitly, the boy's father must have been one of those who had accompanied her on the expedition, and she had promised to lead them to victory.

But this glory could not ultimately shine upon all the soldiers who risked their lives.

So she changed her mind and turned to walk towards the training ground.

As he drew closer, the boy's cold and resolute face became clearer. Although he was wielding his sword in the wind and snow, steam still emanated from his body.

Sweat dripped continuously down his hair, blooming into frost flowers on the floor.

The more Bai Shuangqiu observed, the more certain she became that the young man had indeed worked hard.

Even though he was drenched in sweat, he still tried his best to maintain the correct posture when swinging his sword, striving to make each strike as perfect as possible, rather than perfunctorily pursuing a meaningless number.

However, there are still many flaws in the movements.

Those are details that are difficult to perceive on one's own.