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

The antique buildings unfolded before my eyes like a scroll painting.

Despite being located in the barren land of Baiyue, the scenery within Huoyu Manor was so exquisite that it was in no way inferior to many of the surviving gardens that Jiang Mo had visited in his previous life.

Every brick, every tile, every stone, and every piece of wood was carefully arranged.

Strolling through it, one can experience a unique elegance that is different from real natural landscapes, and feel the ingenuity and craftsmanship poured into its construction.

It was truly a delightful and unforgettable experience.

Even Jiang Mo, who had seen a lot, couldn't help but feel this way, let alone Yan Lingji, a native of the Baiyue barbarians.

Throughout the journey, her wide eyes barely blinked.

With an almost greedy gaze, he imprinted every scene of Fire Rain Manor into his heart, turning it into an indelible and beautiful memory.

However, at this moment, she no longer felt the same excitement and joy she had when she first left the village.

A rare hint of nervousness appeared on her pretty face as she followed closely beside Jiang Mo, afraid that she might accidentally do something impolite and cause Jiang Mo to lose face along with her.

Actually, Wei isn't much better than Yan Lingji.

This was also her first visit to Fire Rain Manor. And because she was older and had witnessed more of the struggles for fame and fortune, Wei knew even more how precious what she was seeing was.

The shock I felt was even greater than that felt towards Yan Lingji.

However, she skillfully concealed her shock with a smile, and continued to subtly inquire about Fire Rain Manor from the servants.

The servants, of course, were happy to oblige.

In reality, even though he was leading the way, his eyes were glued to Wei and wouldn't leave her. His duty as a servant was probably long forgotten because of the charming allure Wei exuded with every smile and frown.

Jiang Mo was happy to take the opportunity to gather more information.

But Yan Lingji's focus was rather unique. Looking at the smirk on the servant's face, she couldn't help but recall what Wei had told her a few days ago:

Even the most upright man can't resist the allure of lust.

Sister Yan'er, don't think this is absurd. If you don't learn from this, who knows, one day that kid Mo might be seduced by someone else.

Yan Lingji was initially skeptical of these words.

Whether it was the witch priest or Jiang Mo, they had taught Yan Lingji many things, but they had not taught her how to use her beauty.

But seeing the servant's lecherous appearance, Yan Lingji believed it a little more.

So she couldn't help but sneak a peek at Jiang Mo's expression, a little nervously wondering if he had been captivated by Wei's alluring charm.

After looking left and right, they couldn't see anything unusual on Jiang Mo's face.

Instead, it was her prolonged, fixed gaze that caught Jiang Mo's attention, making him think that Yan Lingji wanted to say something to him, so he slowed down and moved closer:

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

As a gentle voice rang in her ears, Jiang Mo's face quickly loomed large in front of Yan Lingji, his handsome and refined features showing obvious concern.

A faint scent seemed to waft into my nostrils.

It wasn't the fragrance of blooming flowers; it was strong and masculine, so intense that it made Yan Lingji a little dizzy and disoriented. After a moment of confusion, she realized that it was probably the stench of sweat that should have been unpleasant.

Thump! Thump!

Yan Lingji suddenly felt her heart racing. She hurriedly replied, "You're covered in sweat, so you should keep your distance," and pushed Jiang Mo away slightly.

When she turned her head, her cheeks were already flushed.

What was on his mind was: Sister Wei'er is right!

"Lust is a double-edged sword"—that's a powerful saying!

Chapter 37 If you don't want to go bald, you'd better behave yourself.

Why are your cheeks so red? Are you alright?

Seeing Yan Lingji's flushed face, Jiang Mo couldn't help but worry even more. He subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead, but she turned her head away.

"No, it's nothing, it's just a little hot."

"hot?"

Jiang Mo looked up at the sky with a bit of a puzzlement. There weren't many clouds drifting across the clear sky, and the bright sun was blazing down, making people feel a little dizzy.

Huoyu Mountain Villa features many ponds and lakes, but unlike other places in Baiyue, it lacks dense and thick mountain forests, making it quite spacious and cool.

There was no oppressive or stuffy feeling.

Besides, Yan Lingji was born with extraordinary talents and an unusual physique. She has always only feared the cold winter and has never been tired of the hot summer.

This nonsensical behavior made Jiang Mo increasingly worried.

Along the way, Jiang Mo also noticed that Yan Lingji was indeed becoming increasingly strange, sometimes seemingly avoiding him. Upon careful reflection, the source of this abnormality seemed to be the day he saw Wei and Yan Lingji whispering to each other.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo squinted and glanced at Wei beside him.

No, we need to discipline this wicked woman a little. Although she seems to have taught Jiang Mo some things that are difficult for him to say, we can't let Yan Lingji continue to have contact with her.

We can't let his Yan Ling Ji lead him astray.

Seemingly noticing Jiang Mo's gaze lingering on her, Wei smiled and turned her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her charming demeanor seemingly beckoning him gently.

"Humph~"

Since there were other people present, Jiang Mo did not make a scene, but he did not give Wei a very friendly look either. He snorted coldly and then looked away.

At the same time, he shifted his feet slightly and changed his position, thus exchanging places with Yan Lingji.

With an air of interference, Jiang Mo stepped between Wei and Yan Lingji, carrying out the decision he had just made, and even trying to cut off any eye contact between the two.

Yan Lingji was unaware of Jiang Mo's subtle actions.

At this moment, she lowered her head, her delicate white hands pressed against her flushed cheeks, feeling the burning heat emanating from her palms, her heart filled with overwhelming confusion:

I'm probably sick.

Otherwise, why would I suddenly find the smell of body odor pleasant? It's not like I haven't smelled it before; I've always disliked it...

Wei had no idea what Yan Lingji was thinking at that moment.

Although she was a little disappointed that Jiang Mo had deliberately blocked the little girl from seeing Yan Lingji's expression, Wei still gave Jiang Mo a flirtatious wink, her bright red lips parting slightly as if uttering a silent message:

Don't be jealous!

What the hell do you mean by "eat my ass"? What business is it of mine if you want to seduce the servants of Fire Rain Manor? Should I wish you a long and happy life together and many children?

Rolling his eyes, Jiang Mo ignored Wei'er's deliberate teasing.

Taking advantage of the absence of patrolling guards, he quietly slipped his left hand behind his back and made a loose fist. Amidst the faint, flickering light, a soft rustling sound could be heard.

The sound of footsteps on the stone slabs was masked by the noise of the crowd, and no one noticed.

As Jiang Mo calmly opened his left hand, a light butterfly suddenly flew out from his palm, its almost transparent wings shimmering with dreamlike colors in the sunlight.

It flapped its wings and quietly flew away from Jiang Mo's palm, leaving behind only a rapidly disappearing cocoon.

The butterfly danced gracefully and gently landed on Wei's hair. At first, she was slightly taken aback, but her face still showed joy.

He seemed quite pleased with himself for being able to attract attention.

But immediately, Wei's smile froze a little.

She was chosen by the village chief to be in charge of this Fire Rain Birthday Celebration, so she must be an outstanding person. The natal Gu she obtained in the Hundred Gu Cave back then was also very famous.

Its name is Blood Rose, a demonic flower that blooms amidst dripping flesh and blood.

Therefore, she was always sensitive to the vitality of flesh and blood, and at this moment she suddenly felt the butterfly that had landed on her head quietly eroding her vitality.

The effect was not strong; it was more like scratching an itch through a boot.

If she had possessed another natal Gu instead of the Blood Rose Gu, she might not have even noticed the butterfly's sly antics.

Its lethality may not be obvious, and it also depends on where it is placed.

Overall, the little bit of life that the butterfly erodes is indeed insignificant, but when it is concentrated in one place, especially between the hair strands on the scalp, it is a different story.

Wei seemed to have already envisioned the horrific scene of her long hair falling out while she was combing it.

It's not that the overall density has decreased, but rather that there are particularly noticeable patches of baldness.

The lethal effect is negligible.

However, the degree of malice in attacking their hearts is extremely vicious.

With her teeth clenched, Wei, whose brows and eyes were always filled with a gentle smile, couldn't help but let a hint of annoyance flash in her eyes.

shuh~

The rose tucked in her hair, seemingly just an embellishment, suddenly bloomed even more profusely, its delicate stamens bursting forth like the tentacles of an ancient god thirsting for nourishment, swatting at the butterfly that had landed beside it.

But before the flower stamen could get close, the butterfly suddenly took flight.

It didn't even flap its wings twice; it was more like a puppet on a string that was suddenly lifted up and flew away, leaving behind shimmering trails.

Leaving behind only an invisible yet deadly trap.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the flower stamen being severed by a taut, thin thread. Wei's lips twitched slightly. She raised her hand and casually stroked her hair as if to smooth it, then twirled the remaining thread in her hand.

This kid is really hiding his true abilities...

Feeling a slight stinging sensation in her fingertips, Wei muttered to herself, and could only silently accept this loss.

However, she became increasingly curious about Jiang Mo.

The subtle exchange between the two was extremely understated; even Yan Lingji, standing nearby, only sensed a few clues. When she raised her head and opened her eyes, she only saw the illusory butterfly created by the Emerging Cocoon Gu transforming into specks of firefly light, drifting away.

The servants, completely bewitched by Wei's charm, had no idea what was happening.

"Please wait a moment, esteemed guest. Allow me to go inside and inform you."

Upon reaching the entrance of the main hall, the servant vaguely saw other guests inside. He then turned and bowed to Jiang Mo and the others, not daring to lead them directly into the hall.

Huo Yu Gong was charitable and had a wide network of connections.

This means that the invited guests are often not very close, and some may even have personal grudges. Even though most people will give Huo Yu Gong face on such occasions, they will still try to avoid trouble as much as possible.

Moreover, there have been instances where the Baiyue barbarians, once their emotions run high, would start fighting on the spot.

It may not cause any serious damage.