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

The pure emotion, unadulterated by any impurities, made Zi Nu hesitate.

"Young master, don't panic, everything will be alright..."

Perhaps worried that a forceful struggle would hurt him, Zi Nu, almost unconsciously, raised her hand and gently patted Jiang Mo's back, softly comforting him.

"No, no, you shouldn't be here!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo did not calm down. Instead, he became even more nervous and flustered. His hands, which were originally tightly around her waist, suddenly grabbed Zi Nu's shoulders and pushed her away in a forceful manner.

"Go, get out of here right now!"

The softness, which had been slightly deformed from being held too tightly, was fully released when Jiang Mo suddenly pushed Zi Nu away from his embrace, releasing the elastic energy stored within.

The trembling and shaking created a scene of surging waves.

A series of soft gasps came from the doorway again. It was unclear whether they were surprised by the sudden push that had happened to Zi Nu, or they couldn't help but admire their sister's assets once more, which were indeed so substantial that they, the younger sisters, felt ashamed of themselves.

Suppressing the strange sensations in her body, Zi Nu stared at Jiang Mo in front of her, finding it even harder to understand his actions.

"Leave this place? Why should I leave Zilan Pavilion?"

"Zi...Lan...Xuan?"

Subconsciously repeating Zi Nu's words, Jiang Mo's dark eyes finally regained their composure, as if waking from a dream to realize that he was in reality.

"I apologize for my abruptness."

Jiang Mo's gaze paused slightly on the hands that were tightly gripping the other person's shoulders. He felt a pang of embarrassment, but his expressionless face remained calm as he silently withdrew his hands.

"Young master, this is far from being very abrupt!"

Seeing that Jiang Mo had let go of her hand, Zi Nu felt a little relieved and subconsciously took two steps back, but couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks about him.

She glanced sideways at the growing number of her sisters at the doorway.

With a flick of her slender hand, the Crimson Serpent Sword, hidden somewhere, was unleashed, hooking the bolt to close the door and shutting out all the curious, prying eyes.

A sigh came from behind the door.

Zi Nu ignored him, staring intently at Jiang Mo in front of her, without sheathing the Crimson Serpent Sword in her hand, as if this would give her a greater sense of security.

"I thought you were a gentleman, which is why I agreed to let you stay temporarily."

"But it seems that this matter is still open to discussion."

Zi Nu squinted at Jiang Mo. For some reason, seeing that the other party's expression remained unchanged, her anger rose uncontrollably.

Weren't you being very sincere just now?

Why is it that after waking up, I look like a dead person again?

"I apologize, I might not have been fully conscious just now. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me, Miss Zi Nu..."

Jiang Mo, pressing his forehead, couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

After a hangover, I had a terrible headache and felt really unwell.

Not only did he experience the blackout feeling of being unconscious after drinking, but he also had hazy memories of being transformed into monsters in the books of the past, which disturbed his consciousness to the extreme.

Jiang Mo could more or less guess what had just happened.

Warmth still lingered on his cold skin, and a faint orchid fragrance lingered in the air, exuding an enchanting aroma that stirred the imagination.

"I might have mistaken someone for someone else..."

Jiang Mo's explanation was somewhat vague, but in his dazed state just now, he did subconsciously mistake Zi Nu for Yan Ling Ji from his memories.

The main problem was that although Zi Nu had changed her clothes, she hadn't had time to do her makeup properly.

Unlike usual, her purple hair was not styled in a bun on top of her head, but simply hung straight down behind her head with a hairpin inserted in it.

The slightly alluring patterns were not drawn at the corners of the eyes.

This made Zi Nu's charming and mature aura much weaker than usual, and instead gave her a more girlish innocence and liveliness.

Coupled with the worried look on his face as he bent over, the confused Jiang Mo mistook the person for someone else.

But Jiang Mo's explanation was better off not being given. Before he could even finish saying "mistaken identity," Zi Nu, who had been maintaining a slight smile on her face, suddenly turned cold.

Such a lame excuse...

"Young master, do you perhaps think you can get away with this?"

Chapter 91 I'm going to sleep, does Miss Zi Nu want to stay?

The other party was not lying.

Whether it was her well-honed ability to read people or her womanly intuition, both told Zi Nu this.

The more Zi Nu knew this, the more furious she became.

You've hugged and embraced, and then you just push the person away without batting an eye and say, "You've mistaken me for someone else?"

Are you kidding her?!

But amidst the annoyance, a sense of loss and bitterness also welled up in my heart.

Sure enough, the genuine emotions that were just revealed were genuine.

It really wasn't meant for her...

That feeling of wanting to get close, yet being afraid of hurting the other person.

That contradiction and twisted feeling of wanting to meld the other person into one's own body, yet having to harden one's heart and push the other person away from one's embrace.

Jiang Mo, oh Jiang Mo.

What kind of past do you have hidden within you?

Complex emotions surged within her, but Zi Nu stared coldly at Jiang Mo, her words utterly merciless:

"Today, it is I, your humble servant, who am here."

"If it were any other sister, who knows what might have happened! I certainly don't want any sister to come to me crying and complaining one day."

That's what they say.

However, based on Zi Nu's understanding of her sisters, apart from Nong Yu, if the others were in this situation, they certainly wouldn't cry or complain.

It's more like showing off to others.

Of course, Zi Nu didn't really intend to kick Jiang Mo out; she just wanted to use the opportunity of finding something on him to pry him out of his mouth.

It's good to uncover some hidden information that no one knows.

"There won't be a next time. From now on, when I sleep, I'll definitely... Hmm? Wait, this seems to be... my room, right?"

Unlike Honglian, Zi Nu doesn't constantly use the lofty and noble title of "this princess" and doesn't have an arrogant expression.

On that elegant and mature face, a charming, faint smile is more common.

Even though she always used the humble term "this concubine" to refer to herself, Zi Nu never showed any weakness or vulnerability that could be easily bullied.

On the contrary.

Even as the mistress of Zilan Pavilion, she often had to smile when faced with unreasonable guests, yet she still exuded a faint air of authority.

That feeling wasn't the aggressiveness of royalty.

It felt more like the feeling I had towards my young female teachers in high school. And specifically, the kind of English teacher who wore black stockings and a skirt suit, and had impeccable makeup…

Those who know, know.

Even if you bump into someone by chance at a place like an amusement park or movie theater, rather than at a school where there is a clear distinction in status, you can't help but feel a sudden tightness in your chest.

The other person had just graduated from university and wasn't much older than him.

But for some reason, I felt inferior.

Faced with that faint aura of a mature, sophisticated woman, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Jiang Mo is no longer a teenager.

However, he couldn't help but feel a slight pressure in front of Zi Nu, and subconsciously tried to justify his earlier outburst.

Actually, he was also in a rather awkward situation.

However, with his expressionless face, it's not easy for outsiders to see through his inner emotional fluctuations, so he seems very calm.

But halfway through his explanation, Jiang Mo suddenly realized something was wrong.

He turned his head and quickly looked around.

The doors and windows were all tightly closed.

However, the bolt had fallen to the ground. Jiang Mo clearly remembered that he had specifically bolted the door from the inside before going to sleep yesterday.

We can't leave it unsecured.

Last night, the girl with the colorful butterfly expression clearly looked like she was preparing to launch a night attack and devour him.

But just now, the door was open, and Zi Nu came in.

Jiang Mo looked up at Zi Nu, who was standing right in front of him, his gaze revealing a silent question.

What are you doing in my room?

She even subconsciously pulled the blanket up a little.

He seemed worried that the woman in front of him might also attack, and was on guard against the possibility that she might pin him down on the bed.

Zi Nu's charming face twitched slightly, and a hint of embarrassment couldn't help but show in her alluring eyes.

Jiang Mo asked her why she was in the house.

But that subconscious reaction made Zi Nu feel that the other party might suspect that she was a perverted woman with ulterior motives.

Who would be unable to resist loneliness, harbor ill intentions, or lust after your beauty?!

Zi Nu was so angry that her teeth itched.

Feeling both ashamed and furious, she really wanted to lift her leg and kick Jiang Mo in the face.

However, she quickly suppressed the strange emotions in her heart. Her bound feet, encased in embroidered shoes, only lightly kicked the empty wine pot beside her feet.

"It's all because you drank like you were going to die that you scared all the girls."