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

Jiang Mo was not angry because Yan Lingji had peered into his mind.

With lightning speed, just as Yan Lingji was about to collapse, he reached out and grabbed her slender waist, holding her firmly in his arms.

"Amo, is that you?"

Yan Lingji looked dazed, seemingly still recovering from the backlash she had suffered. She muttered to herself, her face revealing a vulnerability rarely seen on her.

Jiang Mo did not speak.

Unable to admit it, unwilling to deny it.

Silence is the best statement he can make.

Receiving no response, Yan Lingji did not show any disappointment. Instead, she gazed into Jiang Mo's deep eyes and smiled gently.

"Saying one thing and meaning another, the body always tells a different story~"

Taking advantage of Jiang Mo reaching out to help her up, Yan Lingji snuggled closer to him, her pert buttocks gently rubbing against the parts that were actively moving towards her.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice alluring:

"Over the years, almost every man I've met has wanted to possess me completely. Only one fool has always tried his best to restrain the burning desire in his heart..."

"Hiss, this place is not safe to stay for long."

Perhaps it was because the Flame Spirit's support was completely activated, Jiang Mo felt his body surge uncontrollably, his restless blood and qi roaring and making his numb and dull senses much more acute.

I could clearly feel the softness and elasticity when I touched it.

"Heh, that's true, but if I don't help you, you probably won't be able to walk at all, Amo~"

Seemingly more certain of something, they even changed how they addressed Yan Lingji.

She smiled as she stared at Jiang Mo in front of her, her delicate body half-leaning against him, her slender hand reaching down towards her.

Jiang Mo was completely enveloped in warmth.

Chapter 122 Stop Fighting!

Zilan Pavilion.

The precious gold-threaded red agate cup twirled in her palm, but her slightly pursed lips remained untouched by the nectar. Zi Nu sat alone at the table, gazing out the window at the continuous drizzle, appearing somewhat restless.

It’s weird.

She was sitting in the Purple Orchid Pavilion while Wei Zhuang was out on an important mission; this was a common working relationship.

But today, I find it hard to calm down.

With the addition of Jiang Mo and Yan Lingji, the team's strength has increased significantly, so there's no need to worry about whether things will go smoothly.

Zi Nu initially thought that today's operation in Broken Soul Valley was too important.

That's why I find it hard to let go of my worries.

Upon closer examination, however, there was little chance of failure, and what she was worried about was not whether or not the person behind the ghost soldiers' robbery of the supplies had been caught.

That guy is the weakest; won't he be used as a weak point?

I should have let him stay.

Given that guy's strength, how much help could he possibly provide? Staying in Zilan Pavilion would also allow him to serve as a hostage to control Yan Lingji, wouldn't it?

A jumble of thoughts surged and ebbed in my mind.

Occasionally, thunderclaps would rip through the night outside the window. The streets were pitch black, and not a single person could be seen. Even the soldiers who had been patrolling the streets for the past few days were unwilling to continue their pursuit of the elusive thief in this weather.

Given the sky, it's difficult to estimate the approximate time.

But Zi Nu felt that after so much time, the three of them should have returned long ago, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Could it be that the story of the ghost soldiers robbing the supplies was a hoax?

Jiang Mo is just trying to use this opportunity to escape with Yan Lingji.

It's not setbacks that hurt people, but expectations. When things don't go as planned, people can't help but overthink.

Even a woman of purple hair cannot escape the common customs.

Thinking that Jiang Mo might have lied to her, and that after leaving the city under the cover of Zilan Pavilion, he decisively pulled Yan Lingji away, Zi Nu felt a heaviness in her chest.

He should be detained as a hostage.

After all, it's called a cooperation, but there's actually no foundation of trust between the two sides.

Especially considering that the other party acted first and then informed Zilan Pavilion regarding Yan Lingji's matter, bringing this huge trouble to Zilan Pavilion, we should have been more cautious.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyelids drooped, and a bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Zi Nu stared dejectedly at the table in front of her, and couldn't help but think to herself.

On the low nanmu wood table, there was a pot of fine wine and some snacks.

This simple celebration banquet was set out at the perfect time, but after waiting for a long time, no one who was supposed to pick up their chopsticks and raise their glass ever came.

The clear wine reflected the beautiful woman.

As the wine cup swayed gently, her gaze was fixed on the silent, head bowed, Zi Nu, her faint smile seeming to silently ask a question:

Was it something we hadn't thought of before?

Or did they subconsciously believe Jiang Mo's words, and even if some doubts crossed their minds, they were immediately put aside?

Zi Nu, when did you become so blind and foolish?

With her pearly white teeth gently biting her pink lips, Zi Nu couldn't suppress the feelings of self-reproach and introspection in her heart.

"Miss Zi Nu? Miss Zi Nu?!"

Zi Nu was startled awake when two increasingly loud calls rang in her ears. Instinctively, she threw down the wine cup in her hand and spun around. As she did so, a crimson shadow darted out of her hand like a snake.

The scarlet chain sword traced an unpredictable arc, pointing directly in the direction from which the sound came.

The person who called out clearly did not expect that the previously serene Zi Nu would suddenly rise and unleash such a deadly attack.

He stood frozen in place, clearly caught off guard.

Upon seeing the newcomer's cold and aloof appearance, Zi Nu immediately exclaimed in alarm and hurriedly channeled her inner strength in an attempt to forcibly reverse the direction of the Crimson Serpent Sword in her hand.

It can be chained like a whip.

Compared to ordinary swords, this weapon, which has an advantage in attack range, largely relies on inertia to swing.

Once you make a move, it's very difficult to take it back.

Even though Zi Nu was agile and forcibly changed her move the moment she realized something was wrong, she ultimately could not retract her attack.

It's just that the direction of the sword has changed.

The Crimson Serpent Sword, composed of a series of interconnected triangular blades resembling a snake's spine, swept past Jiang Mo and headed towards Yan Lingji beside him.

It's hard to say whether it was intentional or accidental.

"Ok?"

Back at Zilan Pavilion, Yan Lingji, while not completely letting her guard down, was no longer as constantly on guard as she had been outside. When Jiang Mo called out to the distracted Zi Nu, Yan Lingji turned her head to look at his face, lost in thought.

When the sudden attack of the Crimson Serpent Sword came, she instinctively reached out to protect Jiang Mo.

Unexpectedly, the sword that the purple-clad woman swung around halfway and suddenly turned and headed towards him.

This woman...

They definitely had ulterior motives!

Scattered fragments of memory flashed through her mind. She noticed a strand of hair swaying on the side of Zi Nu's face as she moved, and Yan Ling Ji felt a strange sense of irritation and annoyance.

Why is purple considered so charming?

who said it?

The surging fire transformed into tangible flames. With a flick of her fair fingertips, Yan Lingji caused sparks to rapidly expand and enlarge, deflecting the incoming crimson sword blade with a loud, resounding explosion.

Even more tiny sparks, like fireflies, drifted towards the Purple Maiden.

It made no great show of itself, yet it contained the explosive power compressed to a single point.

At this moment, Zi Nu had just forced a change of move by activating her inner strength. Her inner energy was in disarray and her blood was surging. Yan Ling Ji's explosive flames deflected the force of her sword, causing Zi Nu to stagger and fall backward.

How could we possibly have the energy to deal with those few fireflies?

The blade is drawn, its cold gleam half-exposed.

Wei Zhuang, who arrived at the house first, did not speak, but the Shark Tooth sword in his hand was already poised to strike.

But Jiang Mo was faster in the end. He had recovered from his shock and his expression was cold. Without hesitation, he took a step forward and reached out to grab and grab at the object in front of him.

With just a few fireflies, everything is within reach.

A few muffled explosions rang out, and wisps of black smoke drifted out from between Jiang Mo's fingers.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he felt no pain whatsoever, but Zi Nu, who witnessed this, couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.

Without even bothering to catch her breath, she subconsciously took a step toward Jiang Mo.

But in the end, those who are near the water get the moon first.

Zi Nu had barely taken that step when Yan Ling Ji, who had been sticking close to Jiang Mo, pried open Jiang Mo's tightly clenched fingers and looked at his charred palm with a pained expression.

He has others who care about him.

Why am I worrying about this so much?

A hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes, and Zi Nu gave a self-deprecating laugh, her peripheral vision shimmering.

However, Wei Zhuang caught the golden-threaded red agate cup that Zi Nu had just thrown out with the blade of his sword, and then steadily handed it to her. There was still a lot of wine in the cup swirling around.

Zi Nu raised the cup to her lips and took a small sip, trying to conceal the change in her expression.

But the refreshing liquor failed to ease her brow.

This wine...

Why does it taste so bitter?

Do you know you're wrong?