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

I just instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

"Yes, brothels..."

Yao Tao was sweating profusely, her voice growing softer and softer, and she dared not look her princess in the eye.

"A place of pleasure...a brothel!?"

"That bastard, how could he go to a place like that?!"

Honglian didn't react at first, and repeated Yaotao's words with some confusion. Then she noticed something from the other party's unnatural expression.

He was both shocked and furious, and almost jumped up.

He pushed aside the peach blossoms in front of him and strode out, looking menacing as if he were about to catch his lover in bed with someone else.

"Princess, princess!"

Yao Tao was shocked. She felt that if her princess really went to a place like Zi Lan Xuan, her head would be rolling on the ground tonight, not even waiting until tomorrow. Immediately forgetting her overstepping, she hurriedly scrambled to stop Hong Lian.

"Huh? You dare to stop me?"

Enraged, Honglian raised her eyebrows and glared at Yaotao in front of her, already raising her foot to kick her aside.

"Princess, your painting! Your painting has been stolen by that fox!"

Fortunately, at this moment, the sharp-eyed Yao Tao spotted a turning point and quickly pointed to the spot where Hong Lian had been sitting in a daze.

Honglian was startled and subconsciously turned her head to look.

A fox actually climbed onto the stone table. It was a pure white fox with a tuft of pink fur at the tip of its tail, making it incredibly cute and adorable.

It's enough to melt any girl's heart.

However, an ordinary fox could not possibly appear in the Han King's palace, and Honglian also knew the origin of that fox.

It was a pet kept by Consort Hu in the palace.

For some reason, she slipped away here today without any palace maids accompanying her, and even squatted on the stone table, peeking and examining Honglian's paintings.

As Honglian looked over, the little guy was furtively picking up a roll of silk.

Upon hearing Yao Tao's shouts and accusations, it immediately jumped off the stone table and darted into the flower bushes.

"You little beast! How dare you steal from this princess?!"

Enraged, Honglian naturally wanted to capture it, but the fox was exceptionally cunning and agile, never venturing into open areas and always seeking out secluded corners.

In a few quick movements, she shook off Honglian and the helpers she had called.

She calmly returned to her master's side.

Inside the palace, the beauty lay on her side, her exquisite figure wrapped only in a pink bellyband, her exposed white body inspiring endless fantasies.

"You little rascal, what did you bring back this time?"

Hu Meiren, who was lying alone on the bed, seemed to be taking a nap, but she immediately opened her eyes after hearing her pet lightly leap onto the bed.

Her slightly sleepy eyes added to her languid and charming allure.

Like the legendary Daji, who brought ruin to the country, she is alluring and seductive, enough to drive any man mad.

The pink fox put down the painting it was carrying and nuzzled it towards Hu Meiren.

It even chirped softly a few times, seemingly urging its owner to open it quickly.

Hu Meiren was clearly a little confused, but she still chuckled and picked up the scroll, muttering to herself:

"This silk seems to be intended for Princess Honglian's needs?"

"I've heard that this young lady seems to have been thinking about someone lately, and she sometimes sits in a daze for a long time, which is unusual for her. Could it be that she has fallen in love?"

"I'd like to see which young master will be able to obtain the Crimson Lotus..."

The relationship between Consort Hu and the pampered Princess Honglian was not exactly harmonious. Now, holding each other's little secrets, a mocking smile appeared on their lips.

But that smile immediately froze on that bewitching, wicked face that could bring ruin to a country.

She stared at the somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar figure in the painting, her heart trembling with disbelief, and instinctively uttered the name hidden deep within her heart:

"Mo Yuan?"

A single tear suddenly and silently welled up from those eyes.

Chapter 93 Who invites someone to lie in a coffin with them?

After seeing Zi Nu off, Jiang Mo really did lie back down on the bed and continue to read his old books in a half-asleep state.

And the iconic countdown reminder has once again come into view:

[One hundred days left until the dungeon ends]

Even though Jiang Mo was lying in pure darkness, the subtitles, which seemed to be directly engraved on his retina, were still clearly visible.

The concept of one hundred days is both unfamiliar and familiar.

For the average person, tasks to be done a week from now are plenty of time, while things to be done a month from now are considered "too early to do".

A quarter later, things were already approaching the realm of unpredictable chaos.

It would precisely calculate the passage of each day, giving a time span of one hundred days that was both specific and distant. In Jiang Mo's memory, the only time like this was before the college entrance examination.

Every day brings us closer to that fateful day.

Looking back now, the memories of those hard-working days have become blurred.

The knowledge and exam questions in textbooks have long since reached a point where people feel they have lost all their skills.

However, those rare pastimes during my spare time are still vividly etched in my mind: the anime I secretly followed and the novels I read by flashlight...

That's all in the past now.

However, the past is not untouchable.

He had clearly prepared to die to escape and wanted to forcefully end the dungeon to ensure Yan Lingji's safety.

But now that he has regained his freedom, Jiang Mo is even more reluctant to leave.

Looking at the countdown in his field of vision, he couldn't help but feel melancholy and sentimental.

Composing himself, Jiang Mo used his mind to erase the countdown subtitles from his sight and raised his hand to press the coffin lid, which was less than a foot above his head.

crunch~

With a sickeningly loud noise, Jiang Mo pushed open the thick, heavy Xuan Yin coffin from the inside. The problems that had troubled him for so long in reality were utterly insignificant here.

Lifting the coffin was as easy as breathing.

The bright sunlight streaming down from above made Jiang Mo squint, and through his slightly blurred vision, a bright and pretty face came close to his eyes.

Her soft, light blue eyes stared intently at him.

Meeting Yan Lingji's concerned gaze, Jiang Mo suddenly couldn't help but laugh, a laugh that startled her for a moment:

"What are you grinning about? Did you forget to reassemble your brain when you were rebuilding your body?"

Yan Lingji was very serious and worried, fearing that something might happen to Jiang Mo who was using the Corpse Puppet Technique. Unexpectedly, after he pushed open the coffin, he did nothing but stare at her and grin foolishly.

Feeling that she had wasted her feelings, Yan Lingji reached out and pinched Jiang Mo's cheek.

It doesn't feel good at all.

Not to mention compared to the soft face of a child, it's also a bit too stiff compared to the skin and muscles of an ordinary person.

She carefully observed and noticed some faint scale-like patterns.

Clearly, the aftereffects of the previous beast-like distortion were not easily resolved, and even though the two had used various secret techniques during this time, they still could not completely eradicate them.

Therefore, at Jiang Mo's suggestion, they had no choice but to risk trying the Corpse Puppet Technique.

The whole process is akin to breaking the body down and then reshaping it.

Its danger was no less than jumping into the River of Three Crossings and swimming around it. If it weren't for Yan Lingji using the Eternal Bond Gu to keep him hanging in the world of the living, Jiang Mo would definitely not have been able to complete this almost heaven-defying reshaping by himself.

Thinking of this, Yan Lingji couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, trying to avoid Jiang Mo's gaze, wanting to adjust her emotions before he noticed.

Jiang Mo could clearly feel the slight stinging pain in Yan Lingji's heart.

He raised his hand and pressed his left hand, and could clearly feel the strong and powerful heartbeat, but it was not just one heartbeat.

And the heartbeat of Yan Ling Ji is also intertwined with it.

May our hearts be forever bound by the Gu curse.

Initially, Jiang Mo did intend to snatch the Gu worm from Tian Ze and then destroy it immediately. However, after consulting relevant ancient texts, he abandoned this idea.

These Gu worms are indeed rare, but since Tianze can produce a pair, he might be able to produce a second pair as well.

Jiang Mo could destroy her once, but he couldn't destroy her every time. The best solution would be to make Yan Lingji immune to the effects of the Permanent Heart-Binding Gu.

How can this be achieved?

The answer is that once Yan Ling Ji has been afflicted with the Permanent Heart-to-Heart Gu, she will not be afflicted a second time.

That night, with the Gu worm in hand, Jiang Mo stared at Yan Lingji, who was fast asleep on the bed and completely unsuspecting. It would be impossible for him not to have considered using the Gu worm immediately.

He is a man, not a eunuch.

Who wouldn't want to use a red thread to tie their childhood sweetheart, with whom they spend every day, to stay by their side forever?

But Jiang Mo ultimately managed to restrain his possessiveness.

Instead, the choice was left to Yan Ling Ji herself.

Who could blame Jiang Mo for the constant reminders of his impending departure from the subtitles that lingered in his field of vision every day? And if he only cared about his own selfish desires, how was he any different from Tian Ze and the others?

Don't say this is for Yan Ling Ji's own good.

Even that shaman felt that his previous actions were for Yan Lingji's good.

Jiang Mo had long been fed up with this kind of behavior that used the guise of doing what was best for others but completely disregarded their feelings and forcibly imposed constraints on them.

I also don't want to force similar behavior onto Yan Lingji.

Jiang Mo has the authority to act arbitrarily only by himself.