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

For a moment, the Moon Goddess couldn't find the right words to describe her feelings. She just felt that if the Eastern Lord in her heart was like the dazzling sun, he was someone she could only look at and admire, but ultimately unattainable.

The image Jiang Mo conjured up at that moment was like a sunny and cheerful older sister next door, even more gentle and approachable...

Damn it, she doesn't know any sunny and cheerful older sister.

Have I been corrupted by Jiang Mo's perceptions again?

Shaking her head, the Moon Goddess tried to shake off those perceptions that didn't belong to her. When she returned to the Goddess of the Kingdom, Jiang Mo had already pointed the magical brush in his hand at Dong Jun.

The faintly visible sketch immediately drifted towards Dongjun.

As if drawn by an invisible force, it aligned perfectly from head to toe. Although Jiang Mo used freehand brushstrokes when he depicted and sculpted it, making it impossible to perfectly reproduce it like a photograph, when the outline was drawn, it fit perfectly with Dong Jun's body.

And it blends in seamlessly.

Quietly, something seemed to have changed, yet it was as if nothing had happened; Dongjun, lying on the bed, was still Dongjun.

But the previously faint breathing became long and steady again.

The previously disordered breathing calmed down, and a touch of rosy color gradually returned to her pale face.

Is that all?

The Moon Goddess was somewhat surprised, finding it hard to believe that the injury that had been enough to kill Dongjun had been completely healed in an instant. Subconsciously, she leaned over and knelt down in front of Dongjun, tentatively inserting a wisp of true energy to examine him closely.

"Wait a minute? Why is her true energy so weak?"

The fact that she didn't sense the terrifying true energy emanating from the Six-Fingered Black Knight initially relieved Moon Goddess, but she soon noticed something amiss and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

He glared angrily at Jiang Mo, waiting for an explanation.

"Stop arguing. It's temporary. Healing isn't that easy. We need to stabilize the other person's physical injuries first before we can slowly regulate their internal energy. It can't be done overnight."

Jiang Mo shrugged, remaining calm.

"Illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon. Even if Bian Que were reborn, he couldn't possibly cure the disease instantly. Also, don't shout or yell; the patient needs rest."

"Look, you've woken up Dongjun."

Upon hearing Jiang Mo's reminder, the Moon Goddess noticed a fluctuation in the aura of Dong Jun beside her. She quickly turned her head to look and saw that his long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his originally tightly closed eyes gently opened.

Seemingly unaware of where she was, her bright eyes held a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

"How are you feeling?"

Just moments ago she was very concerned, but upon seeing that Dongjun had woken up, the Moon Goddess's expression quickly turned cold again, and she awkwardly asked a question.

"Sister Yue, you've finally come to see me?"

Repositioning herself as her nemesis, the Moon Goddess instinctively tried to shake off Dong Jun's wrist and pretend nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she loosened her fingers, Dongjun grabbed her palm tightly in return.

And with a bright, radiant smile, he approached her, embracing her intimately, and spoke as if a little girl were pleading:

"I thought you disliked Feiyan."

Her body stiffened. The Moon Goddess instinctively wanted to push Dong Jun away, but remembering Jiang Mo's words, she dared not lay a hand on the patient.

But my mind is still full of doubts:

What's going on? Is Dongjun really like this? Are she and Dongjun really that close? And who is Feiyan?!

Confused and puzzled, she could only turn her questioning gaze to Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo, who was admiring the beautiful sight of the two embracing, awkwardly touched his nose and muttered something under the questioning gaze of the Moon Goddess:

"Oops, a typo, a typo."

"As for cognition, the person in one's cognition is definitely different from the person who actually exists. Not to mention when the cognitions of two people are mixed together."

"Just treat it as a side effect of the medication; you'll recover."

Enraged, the Moon Goddess wanted nothing more than to kick Jiang Mo in the face, but though she wouldn't admit it, she couldn't help but feel a secret delight.

The soft and cuddly Dongjun did not meet expectations, but it seemed pretty good too.

As arch-rivals, they are definitely not qualified.

But she calls me "sister"!

Chapter 38: A Surprise for You

"History is truly a little girl who can be dressed up however one pleases."

With a flourish of his brush, Jiang Mo gazed thoughtfully at Dong Jun, or perhaps Fei Yan, on the bed.

Jiang Mo initially understood the power of this treasure in his hand as the ability to summon historical projections.

He still fantasized about whether he could summon beings from myths and epics to serve him. But after trying it on Dongjun, he discovered that the actual effect was different from what he had imagined.

Indeed, summoning historical projections is quite effective.

First, a medium is needed, preferably one that projects onto the other person, just like the one used on Dongjun.

It can achieve the highest degree of compatibility.

If one were to summon beings like Fuxi or Nuwa, even setting aside the question of whether there are any historical projections of their existence, and even if one could depict their related historical existence, it would be difficult to find anything capable of supporting their existence.

The second issue is historical projection—where to look for it?

If Jiang Mo wanted to depict Dong Jun three days ago, he would need to know what Dong Jun's state was like three days ago in order to successfully depict him.

If there are any omissions in the information.

That would be like now, where too much interpretation has been added, resulting in a historical account that is significantly different from the truth, to the point that Dongjun suffers from amnesia, cognitive disorder, and other things that shouldn't happen.

She was not like Dongjun, but more like Feiyan, a naive young girl.

"It wasn't exactly a successful attempt, but it did give me a rough idea of ​​why the Dongjun in the original story was in that situation."

"I'm afraid that as she continues acting, she'll really become Fei Yan."

Jiang Mo didn't know how much Yan Dan understood about this exquisite writing style, or how much power she had mastered. But even if she couldn't wield it as freely as he could, it could still achieve extraordinary results. For example, by continuously depicting the presence of the crimson smoke, gradually and completely overshadowing Dong Jun's version.

"The Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon are indeed quite remarkable!"

With a sigh, Jiang Mo carefully put away the magical brush, determined not to use it again until he was absolutely certain of its effectiveness.

"so what?"

A familiar presence wafted up from behind, and slightly red, burning fingertips reached out from behind, pinching Jiang Mo's cheeks and kneading them with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Is this your excuse for hiring two more bed warmers?"

Yan Lingji, who had pretended to distract the Mo family, returned. As soon as she entered the room, she saw that the territory that should have belonged to her had been occupied by Dongjun and Yueshen, while Jiang Mo sat on the edge of the bed without showing any resistance.

Unable to contain her jealousy, she began to vent her dissatisfaction on Jiang Mo.

She simply bit him on the shoulder to teach him a lesson. Yan Lingji said she didn't mind if Jiang Mo had a few more people around him, but she didn't say he could bypass her!

This wasn't something you could sneak in.

I just threw it on the bed!

"Hiss, stop fooling around, this is just part of the deal."

Annoyed, Yan Lingji's bite was quite forceful, causing Jiang Mo's eyebrows and feet to twitch in pain. He couldn't help but gasp, but didn't want to make too much noise and wake the two people sleeping in each other's arms on the bed.

He had no choice but to lower his voice and quickly soothe the upset Yan Lingji: "If you take someone's money, you have to solve their problems."

"Now that we have the goods, we have to get things done."

"Hmph, that sounds plausible, but I've never heard of any deal that would make Dongjun and Yueshen sell themselves to you as bed warmers."

Yan Lingji rolled her eyes at Jiang Mo and pouted.

She not only left a neat row of clear teeth marks on Jiang Mo's shoulder, but also stained his pearly white teeth with a touch of crimson.

As her delicate tongue licked over them, it added an alluring touch to her vibrant lips.

"How did you become a bed warmer..."

Jiang Mo was also a bit of a headache dealing with the somewhat unreasonable Yan Lingji. He explained the whole story to her, trying his best to clarify things:

"I was just taking care of the wounded, but I never expected them to fall asleep right away without even saying hello."

"It's not good to disturb them any further, so I can only let them fall asleep first."

As he spoke, Jiang Mo also looked up at the two people on the bed, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

Wow, you know what, you really shouldn't say it.

I didn't think much of it at first, but after Yan Lingji said that, I felt like these two were really like bed warmers.

Yes, it must be the clothes.

Even though the girls of Zilan Pavilion wore clothes of different styles, they all seemed perfectly suited for serving the emperor in bed...

"Oh, really?"

It would have been better if he hadn't looked, but once he saw the two of them sleeping in each other's arms, Jiang Mo couldn't help but linger for a moment.

Then Yan Lingji appeared with a smile on her face.

"I've never heard of a doctor bringing a patient to their bed before treating them."

"Are you planning to investigate that thoroughly?"

She cupped Jiang Mo's face with her fingers and forcefully turned his gaze back. The movement seemed gentle, but Jiang Mo felt that Yan Lingji's fingertips were about to dig into his eye sockets.

I have a feeling that the words "Press 'F' to strangle" have already appeared in Yan Ling Ji's field of vision.

Oh no, this person is really angry.

And it's probably not going to be easy to appease them.

Following the connection of the Heart-Connecting Gu, Jiang Mo sensed a raging fire, seemingly calm but actually ready to erupt at any moment, like a volcano, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

They hurriedly racked their brains to think of a solution.

If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet; if you always play with fire, you'll eventually wet the bed.

When Jiang Mo found himself entangled with more and more female confidantes, he vaguely knew that a harem crisis was bound to erupt sooner or later. However, what he had encountered before was mostly just jealousy and rivalry.

That seemed less like conflict and disagreement and more like a way of getting his attention through coquetry.