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

Unable to reach it with its feet, it tried to peek closer to take a look.

"I didn't hide anything! I just drank too much and felt a little hot, nothing to worry about."

Jiang Mo poked Yan Lingji's forehead with his finger and pressed her head back down in annoyance.

Ah Mo is lying!

Without needing to analyze it carefully, Yan Lingji immediately made this judgment in her mind. It wasn't like she'd just put her foot in his arms; didn't she know Jiang Mo's body temperature?

How could body temperature suddenly rise for no reason?

Before Yan Lingji could delve any deeper, Jiang Mo changed the subject, forcefully ignoring the little incident that had just occurred.

"Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

What answer?

Yan Lingji, who was deep in thought, couldn't keep up with Jiang Mo's jumping thoughts and subconsciously asked a question.

"You've already made your choice regarding the conflict between Baiyue and Korea, haven't you?"

Jiang Mo smiled as he looked at Yan Lingji, and surprisingly brought up the topic back to where they started. Yan Lingji was taken aback, but then she understood what he meant.

The ass decides the head.

Born and raised in Baiyue, no matter how remote, wild, and dangerous this land may be, there are too many things that Yan Lingji cannot bear to part with.

Faced with inevitable conflicts, she would naturally stand on the side of Baiyue.

Having figured this out, Yan Lingji suddenly understood what Jiang Mo had been trying to express by talking to her so much tonight.

The other party wanted to take her away to avoid potential conflict.

Yan Lingji stared blankly at Jiang Mo. Although he was smiling, she couldn't help but see sadness and helplessness in his expression.

It caused her a sharp pain in her heart.

With her pearly teeth gently biting her lip, Yan Lingji felt a multitude of words churning within her, but in the end, only one sentence came out of her mouth: "I'm sorry."

Why apologize?

Jiang Mo never blamed Yan Lingji. Instead, after understanding her decision, he let go of his many inner conflicts.

I took the opportunity to open up to her:

"That's right, I don't like the Baiyue region. Bloody, barbaric, uncivilized—I've hated this land since I was a child..."

"But who gave you permission to be here?"

Jiang Mo stared at Yan Lingji, a doting expression involuntarily appearing on his face, and spoke his truest thoughts:

"Whether the world is prosperous or chaotic, it is not."

For me, all of that is just fleeting smoke; only you… Flame, whether you stay or leave, I will listen to you, and only you.”

The words that were about to come out were swallowed back by Jiang Mo.

He raised his hand and patted Yan Lingji's head, promising to stand by her through thick and thin, as if trying to reassure her.

But Yan Lingji suddenly felt a pang of panic.

She believed that Amo would keep his promise, but for some reason she sensed something was off about his expression, and even a vague sense of unease.

It was as if Amo, sitting next to her, was nothing more than a phantom.

An illusion that shouldn't exist here will vanish as quickly as morning dew if Yan Lingji isn't careful.

Instinctively, Yan Lingji grabbed Jiang Mo's hand.

She felt an incredibly real touch in her palm, but this did not put her at ease. Instead, a stronger desire began to ferment in her heart.

not enough.

My interactions with Amo, and the bonds I have with him, are far from enough.

As if whispered words of encouragement were constantly echoing in Yan Lingji's ears, she couldn't help but recall what Wei had told her in private:

All men in the world ultimately share a common weakness...

Perhaps still lingering from the alcohol, Yan Lingji ignored Jiang Mo's repeated attempts to stop her. Her toes, which Jiang Mo was already playing with in his arms, took advantage of their proximity to touch that burning heat.

In a daze, Yan Lingji felt as if she had returned to the sweltering heat of summer.

She walked barefoot on the pebbles by the stream. The round stones were slippery from the water, but they were also incredibly hot from the sun. The heat spread from her feet to her heart.

I wanted to leave, but there was also a strange sense of comfort...

Everything is hot and humid in the summer.

"I told you not to move around, and now look what's happened..."

Jiang Mo turned his face away awkwardly, not daring to make eye contact with Yan Lingji.

The atmosphere was so touching just now, but now it's all ruined.

All the deep affection and heartfelt confessions vanished, leaving only a... very familiar lewd atmosphere in the air.

Yan Lingji remained silent.

No matter how clumsy, slow, or inexperienced she was, she roughly realized what she had done at this point, grabbed the blankets on the bed, and buried her flushed cheeks in them.

How could this be...?

This is different from what Sister Wei'er said.

There's definitely something wrong with Amo. Yeah, he said he doesn't like socks, that's just an excuse! His obsession is socks!!

How can anyone like socks?

This caused Yan Lingji's heart to race and her blood to surge.

Her fair and smooth skin had a distinct flush, which was far more appealing and tempting than her usual healthy rosy complexion.

Even the surrounding air gives one the illusion that the temperature is gradually rising.

No, it wasn't an illusion! Jiang Mo clearly saw wisps of blue smoke rising from the quilt that Yan Lingji was holding in her arms.

"Calm down, stay calm!"

Seeing that Yan Lingji was in danger of losing control and setting the entire room ablaze, Jiang Mo quickly and proactively distanced himself.

"First, let's find a time machine..."

"Pah, I meant I'd like to leave for a bit to wash my clothes. Don't set the whole resort on fire."

Jiang Mo's actions were indeed effective.

As he distanced himself, Yan Lingji, whose heart had been in turmoil, clearly calmed down a bit; at least the quilt she was holding in her arms was no longer emitting blue smoke.

But when he reached the door, Jiang Mo stopped as if possessed.

Jiang Mo's response was a pale, white foot that rapidly enlarged before his eyes, kicking him out of the house.

This guy is still thinking about his socks!

I always knew Amo's obsession was with socks!

Thinking bitterly, Yan Lingji couldn't help but recall the poem she had asked Jiang Mo about a few days ago:

"When my hair first covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My lover rode a bamboo horse and played with green plums around the bed. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without suspicion. At fourteen, I became your wife, my face still shy and never smiled. I lowered my head to the dark wall, and a thousand calls went unanswered."

At fourteen, she became a wife, her face still flushed with shyness...

Bang!

With a soft bang, flames leaped up inside the room, and the poor quilt that Jiang Mo tried so hard to save was ultimately reduced to ashes.

Chapter 54 I've been hiding in my room!

"Wow, this girl, she's surprisingly ruthless with her kicks."

After being kicked out of the room in a disheveled state, Jiang Mo rubbed his backside as he got up from the cold floor, grimacing and muttering under his breath.

"Thank goodness my tailbone wasn't fractured by that kick..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but turn back and peer into the room.

Even though Yan Lingji seems to want to bury her head in her hands, she's still just too cute, all soft and cuddly.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but want to tease the other party more.

But when he turned around, he hadn't seen Yan Lingji yet, but a crumpled sock was thrown at Jiang Mo's face.

Startled, Jiang Mo quickly turned and dodged to the side.

I almost suffered the consequences.

Although he felt a little disgusted, Jiang Mo quickly grabbed the jade cicada socks stained with white turbidity and stuffed them into his pocket before anyone else noticed.

Of course, he didn't just grab it with his bare hands.

Instead, with a flick of her wrist, she used the emerging cocoon-transformation Gu to release a fine silk thread, catching the discarded stockings. Before tucking them into her bosom, she wrapped them in a thick cocoon to prevent secondary contamination.

She also took the opportunity to cover up the marks on her clothes.

After tidying everything up, Jiang Mo looked up at the room again and saw that the doors and windows were closed, but there was still a faint light and smoke coming out.

With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Jiang Mo still didn't dare to knock on the door.

Otherwise, he might be the one who gets burned and smoking later.

"Ordinary families would just need a clean white cloth, but judging from this situation, I'm afraid we'll have to prepare a large water vat in the room as well..."

As Jiang Mo strode towards the exit of the villa, he couldn't help but mutter to himself. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he grinned foolishly.

"Or a bathtub, that would be quite nice too~"

The banquet had already lasted for quite some time, and Jiang Mo had also had a close conversation with Yan Lingji inside the house. By the time he came out to wash his clothes, it was already late at night.

The deep darkness of night pressed down, and the faint starlight and moonlight were barely enough to illuminate the path ahead.

The night grew even deeper, and the silence was unsettling.

Occasionally, flickering candlelight would drift by in front, mostly from the guards patrolling the manor at night.

However, none of these were obstacles for Jiang Mo. He lightly leaped and moved using the "Treading Snow and Falling Plum Blossoms" technique, and before the guards could become alert, he had already moved far away and silently made his way out of the manor.