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

Although she was approaching sixteen, Yan Lingji, being precocious, was already basically fully developed.

At this moment, she was almost identical to the anime character in Jiang Mo's memory. Not only had her height stopped growing, but her slender and graceful figure was also the enviable and proud appearance that Wei admired.

It can only be said that the gap in potential between people is indeed very large.

Under natural development, Yan Lingji has already fully demonstrated her personal potential. If she wants to grow further in the future...

Then we'll need a lot of help from others.

Well, let's turn our attention back to that armor. It's clear from the beginning that this armor wasn't designed to cover the whole body.

Its breastplate and lower half are almost completely disconnected.

Unlike the rather flamboyant design of the breastplate, the lower half of the design is quite simple, simply fitting snugly against Yan Lingji's skin.

Not only does it accentuate a slender waist, but it also highlights the curves of her shapely buttocks.

The effect is comparable to yoga pants.

The length only covers the thighs, and the rest of the slender legs are shrouded in a layer of crystal-clear jade color, revealing the pleasing curves in full view.

Ultimately, it's armor made of metal.

Even though its design tries its best to highlight the beauty of the female body curves, and there are large areas of fair and rosy delicate skin to set it off, it still reflects a cold light under the sun.

It added a touch of coldness and hardness to Yan Lingji's originally gentle image.

This only accentuated her heroic and spirited demeanor.

It is worth mentioning that on Yan Lingji's fair skin, which is as white as mutton fat jade, there are large patches of hideous black patterns that are particularly eye-catching.

Those were the same curse marks as Jiang Mo's.

However, it wasn't tattooed on like a needle; Jiang Mo drew it on using a special technique.

It naturally possesses certain protective effects such as enhancing recovery and resisting external evils, but according to the creator's own idea, this is to add a bit of wildness and intimidation to Yan Ling Ji.

To avoid being looked down upon because of her overly delicate appearance.

Just like Lanling Wang's face covered with a Shura demon mask.

As for the results...

At least Jiang Mo would definitely affirm its effectiveness; otherwise, what if the incantation on her body fades and is washed away one day, and Yan Lingji doesn't want to draw it anymore?

As Yan Lingji's personal illustrator, Jiang Mo had indeed lamented that figure painting was incredibly demanding. But to say he would stop this activity altogether...

Jiang Mo would definitely not agree to that.

Jiang Mo, who peeked out from the kitchen, only glanced at Yan Lingji who had returned home, and was involuntarily infected by her charm, a smile appearing on his lips.

"You're back? Sit down and rest for a bit, the food will be ready soon."

Like many long-married couples, Jiang Mo casually greeted them and then turned back to deal with the pots and pans in front of him.

The atmosphere was indeed quite warm and inviting.

The only point of contention seems to be the subtle misalignment in the role of the virtuous wife and loving mother.

However, Yan Lingji was not the kind of person who would sit on the sofa after coming home and just wait for dinner without asking any questions. Carrying the bamboo basket in her hand, she turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Standing in the not-so-spacious kitchen, Yan Lingji tiptoed and surveyed the room, her face showing an eager expression.

But Jiang Mo reacted as if facing a formidable enemy upon hearing this.

Jiang Mo had personally experienced the other party's amazing culinary skills.

That's right, I've learned my lesson.

Jiang Mo couldn't think of any other way to express his feelings besides this word. Once, he had only asked the other person to keep an eye on the fire, but when he returned, he was almost blown up along with the kitchen.

Who can understand this absurd sense of powerlessness!

Jiang Mo once didn't believe in such superstitions either. He thought that as a master of fire control, Yan Lingji had no reason to be completely clueless about cooking.

But after experiencing one humiliating and embarrassing moment after another, he realized something.

If Yan Lingji could bring the greatest value to Jiang Mo in terms of cooking skills, it would probably be tasting a freshly cooked hot dish and praising it with sparkling eyes: "This is delicious too!"

What, emotional value isn't value anymore?

If Jiang Mo were alone, he wouldn't bother researching any cooking skills; he'd just make do with whatever he could find for three meals a day.

It can be said that without Yan Lingji, Jiang Mo would not have his current culinary skills.

Seeing the other person walk into the kitchen, Jiang Mo quickly picked up a freshly fried meatball with his chopsticks and stuffed it into Yan Lingji's mouth.

"Waaah~"

The meatballs made with pure wild boar meat filling were incredibly delicious! Even though it was difficult for Yan Lingji to swallow the whole meatball with her small cherry-like mouth, she couldn't bear to spit it out and tried her best to keep it in her mouth, making muffled sounds.

From eyes that seemed to sparkle with happiness, it was probably praise like "It's so delicious!" But with a mouth full of meatballs, all that could be heard was a slight sob.

But they still didn't leave.

She kept circling around Jiang Mo, as if she always wanted to do something.

A person wearing an apron is trying to cook seriously in the kitchen, but there are always people trying to mess around, yet they can't get angry at all.

This script...

Jiang Mo felt a sense of déjà vu.

But is there something wrong with the roles they're playing?

It shouldn't be Yan Lingji wearing an apron while he's messing around with those giggling noises...

Jiang Mo admitted that he did get a little excited when he subconsciously let his imagination run wild, but when he thought that what followed was probably him and the kitchen flying into the sky, he calmed down again.

Yan Lingji is better suited for formal occasions.

As for the kitchen and such, Jiang Mo didn't consider himself a gentleman, so he figured he could take care of it.

However, Yan Lingji could try wearing an apron...

wrong.

In ancient times, that would have been called "holding one's belly".

It is a type of garment that wraps around the abdomen, with straps at the top and bottom to hold the abdomen, but without a crotch.

"Alright, it'll be ready soon. You can sit at the table and rest for a while. It's full of cooking fumes inside, so don't come in."

With a mix of coaxing and cajoling, Jiang Mo wanted to push Yan Lingji, the kitchen destroyer, out of the kitchen.

But Yan Lingji seemed to have something else to say. She grabbed Jiang Mo's hand and swallowed the meatball in her mouth without even chewing it properly.

I was in such a rush that I almost choked and my eyes rolled back in my head.

Tears almost welled up in my eyes.

Seeing that something was wrong, Jiang Mo quickly retrieved the water pouch and handed it to her. Once Yan Lingji had caught her breath, she immediately grabbed Jiang Mo's hand and asked:

"Amo, are you hurt?"

Chapter 69 Then what do you think I should do?

Although her words were a question, Yan Lingji's tone was quite certain.

Despite the fact that she was still far from being a witch priest in terms of cultivation and other aspects, she was still able to see at a glance what the other party had not yet discovered.

Even Jiang Mo, who thought he had concealed it well, couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

"It's nothing serious. I just ran into an elite South Korean army unit while scouting the situation. It's just some minor injuries."

With his eyelids slightly drooping, Jiang Mo gave a vague explanation.

Seeing that Yan Lingji still looked worried and was about to pull open his clothes to check his wounds, Jiang Mo quickly and forcefully pushed her out of the kitchen.

"The royal family sent Chunxi a gecko with its tail cut off, and that injury has long since healed."

"Stop causing trouble here. If you delay any longer, we'll only be able to eat burnt, awful food tonight."

Hearing Jiang Mo say that, Yan Lingji finally let go of his hand.

But she couldn't help but ask in confusion, "The tail of the gecko from Chunxi? It was a gift from the royal family? When did they become so generous?"

"Could it be that you want to ask me for a favor? You should wait for me to come back so we can discuss it."

Yan Lingji's reaction to this matter was quite similar to that of the witch priest, but it was also mixed with some suspicion and vigilance influenced by Jiang Mo.

"It's just a compliment. I'll tell you the details when we eat later."

Jiang Mo shouted back from the kitchen and quickly came out with the prepared food.

The two sat around the table, eating and chatting about what had happened during the day.

Of course, Jiang Mo's words had been heavily edited and only scratched the surface. He didn't mention a word about the Eternal Bond Gu, Tianze's conspiracy, or the truth about the fire back then.

He only added one more sentence, saying that he was also worried that there might be a trap, so he carefully checked the things sent by the royal family.

I accidentally caused some damage.

Hearing Jiang Mo say that, Yan Lingji casually wiped her hands, picked up the brocade box with the Baiyue royal pattern, and opened it to take a look.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.

"It's badly damaged; a lot of its medicinal properties have probably been lost. Ah Mo, you should have taken it directly back then. Why did you have to leave it for me? It's such a waste to have all that lost medicinal properties."

Yan Lingji glanced at Jiang Mo, a slight hint of annoyance on her face.

It wasn't that she was blaming the other party for destroying the Fire Cloud Spirit Ginseng in the brocade box, but rather that she was dissatisfied with Jiang Mo's constant attempts to leave things for her.

From childhood to adulthood, she has never lacked these things.

Moreover, Jiang Mo is the younger brother, and Yan Lingji is the senior sister. How can she expect him to take care of her in every way?

"You're still injured, so you need to use this Fire Cloud Spirit Ginseng to replenish your strength..."

Seeing Yan Lingji muttering to herself, Jiang Mo helplessly put down his chopsticks and pointed to the empty brocade box:

"Didn't I say that Chunxi's gecko has a severed tail, enough for me to refine for a while?"

"Besides, Wei repeatedly told me to personally deliver the things to you. If she finds out that they've been ruined like this, she'll be furious. If I actually ate them, she might really come over with a knife."