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

Even though Bai Yifei exposed her secrets, Bai Yishu was not angry.

Seemingly having completely given up on her plans to study seriously, she chatted idly with Bai Yifei, casually uttering many rumors that would never have reached the ears of the young master, as if they were mere jokes:

"...I think everyone's discussion makes a lot of sense. Given how much my aunt admires Brother Mo, she might actually adopt him as her godson."

"Anyway, it's just adding another set of chopsticks and bowls."

Veins throbbed on his forehead; Bai Yifei was clearly provoked by his cousin's words. He slammed the bamboo scroll onto the table with a bang and glared fiercely at Bai Yishu, who kept talking. The latter immediately shut up, staring with innocent eyes, as if to say, "Those were just things other people said; I was just saying them casually."

Completely agitated and unable to concentrate on his book, Bai Yifei simply picked up his sword and left the study, intending to let out his frustrations along with his sweat.

"Tsk, what an idiot cousin."

Having successfully hatched her wicked plan, Bai Yishu happily leaned against the windowsill, gazing out to watch a fierce battle unfold. Instead, she saw Bai Yifei draw his sword, challenging Jiang Mo for the umpteenth time, only to be beaten to the ground once more.

He couldn't help but sigh, his voice full of helplessness:

Are all men idiots? Knowing they're no match for the enemy, they still rush to boost the enemy's morale. Is their brain just mush?

"As the young master, it would be easy for me to make things difficult for that guy."

Seeing that things were not developing as she had expected, Bai Yishu couldn't help but feel very frustrated and began to despise Bai Yifei.

"In the end, I still have to take action myself."

After pacing back and forth in the study for a long time, Bai Yishu muttered to herself, finally unable to restrain herself and preparing to take action.

Jealousy? Bai Yifei is definitely more jealous.

Because Bai Mushuang is very busy, even as her biological son, Bai Yifei rarely has time to spend with his mother. All along, he has only been able to do his best to perform well in order to gain more attention.

As a result, the guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere stole more than half of Bai Mushuang's attention with his overwhelming performance.

But if we're talking about who's more anxious, it's Bai Yishu who's more anxious.

After all, blood ties are still there, and as the young master, Bai Yifei's status and position will not fall much even if he is neglected.

But Bai Yishu is different.

As a woman, she was usually confined to her chambers in such prestigious families, reduced to a tool for political alliances and marriages. The fact that she is now receiving the same meticulous upbringing as Bai Yifei is entirely due to Bai Mushuang's high expectations of her.

If all these expectations are transferred to someone else.

With her lips pressed tightly together, Bai Yishu couldn't help but clench her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Another day, the weather was freezing cold.

Whether it was Bai Yifei, who grew up in this climate, or Jiang Mo, who intentionally used the wind and snow to temper his qi and blood, they both found it hard to bear the unbearable low temperature and felt their hands and feet were cold and their bodies stiff.

Even if you grit your teeth and persevere, your movements will inevitably become distorted.

Therefore, the time spent practicing martial arts outside was reduced. After completing his daily lessons, he would no longer stay outside and would prepare to return to his room to focus on cultivating his internal strength.

"Your two older brothers are back?"

As soon as the door was pushed open, the warm air from the charcoal fire rushed in, creating a comfortable and reassuring feeling that made the tense body subconsciously relax, like ice quietly melting in the warm spring breeze of March.

And a sweet voice followed closely behind.

Seeing that the two were sweating profusely in the warm room, Bai Yishu thoughtfully offered them two clean towels so that Bai Yifei and Jiang Mo could wipe the sweat from their faces.

Then, without pausing, she brought over two bowls of hot soup and said with concern:

"You two brothers are really something. It's so cold outside, what's wrong with taking a day off? Don't be so stubborn, you mustn't catch a cold."

"Come on, quickly drink this ginger soup while it's hot to warm your body and drive away the cold~"

Bai Yishu smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling with a pure and innocent charm. But Jiang Mo, who had gradually figured out her personality, wouldn't be easily fooled again. He pretended to be sweating profusely, vigorously rubbing his hair, and didn't rush to accept the ginger soup she offered.

Bai Yifei, however, had no doubts and simply reached out to take it.

Just before bringing the ginger soup to his lips, he stared at Bai Yishu, who had stayed indoors all day and hadn't gone out, and couldn't help but urge her:

"Let it go for today, but you can't be so lazy every day."

"If your mother tests your martial arts skills again next time and finds that your progress is not as fast as expected, no one will speak up for you."

"Okay, I've been feeling a bit unwell these past few days."

With her lips slightly pouting, Bai Yishu casually replied to Bai Yifei with a few perfunctory words, then raised her small face to look at Jiang Mo, who had not yet taken the bowl and spoon from her hands.

He shifted his gaze slightly and glanced at Bai Yifei beside him.

Seeing that the other party drank the ginger soup in one gulp, her complexion was rosy and her breathing was normal, without any signs of clutching her stomach and rushing to the outhouse, Jiang Mo felt slightly relieved. Thinking that even if she wasn't as innocent and pure as she appeared, Bai Yishu probably wouldn't do something as foolish as poisoning someone in public, he reached out and took the ginger soup from her.

"Thank you so much, Sister Yishu. You're so kind."

His gaze lowered slightly, fixed on the gently swaying caramel-colored soup in the bowl. For some reason, a thought unconsciously popped into Jiang Mo's mind:

Is black tea the only option?

Jiang Mo took a small sip of the ginger soup, which was sweet with a hint of spiciness. It was indeed ginger soup, with no strange taste.

As the ginger soup entered my stomach, a warm current did indeed rise from my stomach.

The heat caused Jiang Mo to sweat profusely, as if a small, blazing furnace had been placed inside his stomach.

Did I miss out on her?

That's true. Even if she becomes a trendy enchantress in the future, she's still just a young girl now. How could she possibly have malicious intentions? I might be a bit prejudiced.

However, Jiang Mo soon realized that he had been feeling guilty too early.

Without wasting much time, Jiang Mo returned to his room after drinking the ginger soup, intending to focus the rest of his time on honing his internal skills.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a warm, fragrant aroma of incense wafted into my nostrils.

The stove for heating the house had already been lit, and special incense had been added to mask the pungent smell of burning charcoal—truly an enjoyment only a young master from a wealthy family could afford.

However, ever since Bai Mushuang gave him guidance in public that day, Bai Mo, who was originally from a collateral branch and was not valued, now has the title of "Young Master Mo" in Xueyi Fort, and his treatment is naturally different from usual.

It's not surprising that someone would go out of their way to help tidy up the room.

Without saying much, Jiang Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, activating the Blood Robe Technique, silently accumulating internal energy while continuing to refine his increasingly powerful blood and qi.

But soon, Jiang Mo, who was sweating profusely, realized that something was wrong.

It's so hot, how can it be so hot?

Is the charcoal fire in the room burning too brightly? No, that's not right. This feeling of heat doesn't come from the outside; it's more like it's coming from within, like an excess of yang energy, causing restlessness...

That bowl of ginger soup?!

Perhaps the incense in the house also played a role?

An ordinary young man might not be able to figure out where the heat in his body was coming from for a while, but Jiang Mo was very experienced in this area and immediately judged what the surge of blood and qi was.

And the source of the anomaly was found.

The warm current that rose in my stomach after drinking the ginger soup had been gradually spreading throughout my body, but perhaps stimulated by the incense in the room, it now burned even more fiercely, like adding fuel to the fire, causing my blood and energy to surge uncontrollably.

That girl didn't just poison me, she drugged me!

Jiang Mo seemed to see Bai Yishu's smug smirk in his mind, which made him even angrier. He wished he could rush out immediately, grab that guy, and vent all his anger.

Let her reap what she sows!

However, this restless thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before Jiang Mo forcefully suppressed it.

In situations like these, it's crucial to remain calm and avoid impulsive actions.

Otherwise, it will only allow the other party to succeed in their scheme.

Besides, isn't it just a case of restless yang energy and surging blood and qi that's hard to calm? I've faced this situation more than once or twice.

Behold my unorthodox power that defies the odds!

Today, I need to use your scheming to open up my Ren and Du meridians!

Chapter 29 The eldest brother is like a father; he can do whatever he wants with her.

"Aunt, something terrible has happened! When I passed by Brother Mo's room, I heard some strange noises coming from inside. Brother Mo might have run into trouble while practicing his internal energy!"

The weather was too bad, so Bai Mushuang returned to Snow Robe Castle early.

Just as she was about to bury herself in her work and deal with the many trivial matters that required her approval, Bai Yishu rushed over with terrible news.

"Snapped!"

Bai Mushuang slammed the bamboo slip in her hand onto the table, immediately stood up, and strode out without saying a word.

Bai Yishu also hurriedly wiggled her short legs, trying her best to keep up.

Through the door, some unusual sounds did indeed reach her ears. After calling out twice without receiving a response, Bai Mushuang's already cold expression darkened further. She decisively used her internal force to break the door latch and pushed the door open.

Upon entering, one sees Jiang Mo, whose skin is flushed red, like a boiled lobster, clenching his teeth and emitting muffled groans as he tries to suppress his pain.

Like boiling water, steaming hot air constantly rises from your body.

It did indeed look like he had mishaped while practicing his internal energy and had fallen into a state of demonic possession, causing Bai Yishu to unconsciously clench her fists and her heart to leap into her throat.

Is this guy an idiot?

How could you not feel that something was wrong with your body?

If you feel something is wrong, you should stop practicing your internal energy and try to adjust your state. There is no reason to grit your teeth and continue practicing your internal energy until you go into a state of demonic possession.

Are you out of your mind?!

Bai Yishu, who never expected things to turn out this way, was in a state of utter confusion. She even began to wonder if "Bai Mo," this blockhead who only knew how to practice martial arts, truly understood what was going on with his physical abnormalities.

But at this moment, there was no time to examine those details.

Clutching Bai Mushuang's sleeve, Bai Yishu pleaded in a pitiful voice, "Auntie, please help Brother Mo..."

"Don't panic."

Having weathered silent storms, Bai Mushuang was far more calm and composed than Bai Yishu, that little girl.

Even though she valued the young man in front of her highly, she did not lose her composure because of her expectations. She quickly discerned the clues from the fluctuations in Jiang Mo's aura.

It's not that I've gone mad.

Although the method of maintaining the meditative state seemed somewhat strange, the method of circulating internal energy was still the "Blood Robe Skill," and the internal energy circulated smoothly in the meridians without any signs of going astray.

Unlike ordinary people, he did not control his intense emotional fluctuations and physical sensations.