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

They really do need to be disciplined.

Zi Nu glanced at the wine pot lying by the bed. She didn't feel bad about the spilled orchid wine, but was slightly surprised that the wine pot was there.

You're already in bed and you still want to drink?

That's really addictive.

With a slight internal monologue, Zi Nu walked towards the bedside.

"As the weather grows warmer, why has the young master drawn all the curtains? Could it be that he's doing something unspeakable in bed?"

Her waist was slender and graceful, and her tone was charming and flirtatious.

Seeing that Jiang Mo was hiding behind the curtains at the head of the bed and refused to show himself, Zi Nu casually teased him, as revenge for his previous teasing of her by asking her to "stay and sleep with him."

"But my clothes are disheveled, and I fear I might offend the lady..."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo's voice, which was being answered through the curtain, trembled slightly.

This subtle change in tone is hardly noticeable; most people wouldn't even notice it. After all, everyone has little emotions, but aside from those who care about you deeply, who else could possibly hear them?

However, Zi Nu noticed the slight change in Jiang Mo's tone.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Mo's tone was usually too cold and lacked emotional variation, or perhaps it was because Zi Nu was naturally good at reading people and understanding their feelings...

In short, Zi Nu understood what she was hearing.

The unusual fluctuation in his tone made her heart skip a beat.

Is this guy... entertaining himself in bed?

Looking at the figure swaying slightly behind the curtain, a very bold idea suddenly popped into Zi Nu's mind, startling her so much that she immediately stopped in her tracks, and a striking blush quickly crept up her cheeks.

For a moment, I wished I could cover my face and run away immediately, completely forgetting my original purpose for entering the house.

Outside the hanging curtains, Zi Nu, lost in thought, stood frozen in place.

Jiang Mo, hidden behind the curtains, lay on the bed, struggling to hold back his moans.

The situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to explain to Yan Lingji. He covered her mouth with one hand to prevent her from crying out, and with the other hand, he shook out the thick quilt like a sack, wrapping Yan Lingji up completely.

If he turns to the side and covers himself up further, as long as Zi Nu doesn't come over and pull back his blanket, she shouldn't be able to tell anything is wrong.

The idea was quite good, and its implementation was quite successful.

At least when Zi Nu entered the room, Yan Ling Ji's presence was not revealed.

However, Yan Lingji is not a doll to be manipulated.

At first, her attention was drawn to Zi Nu outside the room. When Jiang Mo rummaged through the bedding and wrapped himself up, she was unable to react immediately and was pushed onto the bed by the latter.

Just as she instinctively tried to struggle, she noticed that the fingers covering her lips were still faintly glowing.

That's a sign that the fire-breathing technique is still ongoing.

The fracture hasn't fully healed yet, and if I exert too much force while struggling, I might cause Jiang Mo secondary trauma.

After a slight hesitation, Yan Lingji still chose to cooperate with Jiang Mo's actions.

However, to express her protest, she raised her slender fingers and reached towards Jiang Mo's waist, pinching a small piece of flesh with her pale pink fingertips and twisting it hard 360 degrees.

When Yan Lingji's fingertips touched Jiang Mo's body, the power of Yan Ling's protection was activated.

Like snow meeting the warm sun.

The chilling aura immediately receded, greatly alleviating the symptoms of the corpse-puppet transformation in the corresponding parts, allowing them to rediscover the beauty of the living world.

For example, the warm and soft touch of Yan Ling Ji's fingertips.

Touch returned, but pain returned uninvited.

For a moment, Jiang Mo was truly experiencing both pain and pleasure, and his voice naturally trembled slightly.

Damn it, you always hid in my bed when we were little.

Why are you unhappy now that I'm helping you hide it? It's just that you look a little different. It's really disheartening.

Jiang Mo let his mind wander, trying to suppress the increasingly clear pain.

That wasn't all. Perhaps because his head was suffocated by being wrapped in the blankets, Jiang Mo could clearly feel Yan Lingji's body temperature rising steadily, soon reaching a level he couldn't ignore.

Even when trying to avoid physical contact as much as possible, one can still clearly feel the other person's presence.

The hot, burning body was right in front of me.

If Jiang Mo hadn't been having any fantasies, then he wouldn't be troubled by the transformation into a corpse puppet, but rather he should be thinking about how to replenish his yang energy.

Don't move around! Please don't move around at this time...

Jiang Mo couldn't help but silently pray in his heart, fearing that Yan Lingji would become even more unruly the more he talked to her, just like in the dungeon.

If this situation gets out of control, it won't be a matter of whether it can be hidden or not. How to face Zi Nu in the future will be a thorny issue that will make one's skin burn with embarrassment.

A person's nervous system is somewhat rebellious.

The more you try to avoid it, the more you can't help but think about it; the more you know you shouldn't do it, the more you can't help but feel restless. You even become increasingly excited, experiencing a thrilling sense of recklessly testing the limits of what's acceptable.

"Young Master? Young Master Jiang!"

Zi Nu's raised voice brought Jiang Mo back to his senses, and he quickly coughed lightly to cover up his slightly embarrassed state:

"Sorry, I'm starting to feel sleepy."

"What urgent matter does Miss Zi Nu have that she insists on discussing with me now?"

Jiang Mo looked up and could vaguely see Zi Nu approaching the bedside through the curtains. He couldn't help but feel even more nervous. He endured the pain in his waist and pressed Yan Ling Ji's lips even tighter.

"Young Master Jiang, you returned from the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence tonight, didn't you?"

After confirming that there was no lewd smell coming from the bed, Zi Nu breathed a sigh of relief and took a step closer.

They finally determined what the strange smell they initially detected was.

That was the smell left after a fire had burned, and it wasn't the smell of an ordinary candle, but rather the smell of a raging inferno.

Jiang Mo's actions provided conclusive evidence.

"...Indeed, I have been there once and made some gains in the Blood-Clad Marquis's mansion, including some that Miss Zi Nu might be interested in."

"However, the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence is not easy to break into. I hope you will allow me to rest for the night."

Seeing that Zi Nu was unwilling to retreat easily, Jiang Mo no longer limited himself to verbal persuasion, but prepared to offer some substantial benefits.

His response was a somewhat surprised reminder from Zi Nu:

"Young master, your bed... is smoking!"

Chapter 112 Stop, Sit Down and Talk It Over

In a large forest, you'll find all kinds of birds.

Since starting to run Zilan Pavilion, Zi Nu has experienced many absurd things that ordinary people could never imagine, and has thus gained a full understanding of the diversity of the human race.

Zi Nu thought that no matter how outrageous things were, she could treat them with a calm mind.

They won't easily make a fuss or show a dumbfounded expression.

But now, Zi Nu realized she was wrong. She had underestimated the potential of certain special groups when it came to the outrageous things humans were capable of.

Overwhelmed by emotion, the floodwaters surged uncontrollably.

While this situation may not be commonplace, it was something Zi Nu often witnessed among her sisters.

But the sight of thick smoke and sparks flying everywhere was truly unheard of.

So much so that Zi Nu initially thought she had made a mistake. Jiang Mo, who on the surface did not seem to have profound internal strength, had actually reached an unfathomable level.

At this moment, hiding inside and circulating one's internal energy slightly triggered the extraordinary phenomenon of the Qi Sea reaching the heavens.

However, as the increasingly pungent smell filled her nostrils, Zi Nu's heart finally gave way, and she spoke expressionlessly to remind Jiang Mo:

You're asleep in bed.

It's impossible to say that Zi Nu wasn't curious.

After all, I've only ever heard of the saying that playing with fire will make you wet the bed, but I've never heard of any fool actually playing with fire in bed.

Is this some kind of unheard-of method of pleasure?

However, Zi Nu didn't rush forward to pull back the curtains and peek at what Jiang Mo was doing in bed. After all, things were already at a critical moment, and she didn't believe Jiang Mo could still remain silent.

Instead of rushing forward abruptly, it's better to find an angle and wait patiently.

So as not to miss the good show that's about to happen.

Thus, Jiang Mo, who rushed out of bed in a disheveled state, vividly demonstrated to Zi Nu what it meant to be "in a great hurry".

It looked as if it wanted to roll on the ground repeatedly to extinguish the flames on its body.

It was so ridiculous that Zi Nu couldn't help but smile, and her dissatisfaction and complaints about Jiang Mo lessened considerably.

But Zi Nu's smile immediately vanished.

Because it wasn't just Jiang Mo who rushed out of the bed; a slender figure also gently jumped down from the bed.

Unlike Jiang Mo's disheveled state, Yan Lingji's reaction was quite composed.

She wasn't worried at all about being burned by the flames. Even though a bright ring of flames ignited around the hem of her clothes, she didn't look disheveled at all. Instead, she looked more like a goddess radiantly adorned with dazzling light, stepping out of legend into reality.

Her bare, white feet landed silently, her long, jet-black hair cascading down her back, and her light blue eyes were ethereal and alluring.

That flawless face was so otherworldly.

No wonder no one ever doubted that she was blessed by the gods. Even the most beautiful words could not describe a goddess more than this.

If she hadn't crawled out of Jiang Mo's bed, she might have been even more sacred and inviolable.

Zi Nu, who had found the best angle to watch the show, could see clearly that even with thick smoke billowing towards her, she still saw Jiang Mo rush out in a disheveled state before Yan Ling Ji leisurely lifted the covers and crawled out from the same bed.

So when Zi Nu looked at Yan Ling Ji again, her perspective changed completely.

Was that long, flowing hair that trailed down to her feet simply a result of her carefree and easygoing nature, too lazy to comb it, or had it come undone unintentionally?

And those rosy, bright cheeks were not simply reflecting the firelight.

It was clearly a rush of blood and qi, otherwise even the base of her ears wouldn't have been stained with such an alluring color, making one's mouth dry.