Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

After reading the contents of the letter, Mo Xie's face stiffened, and a sense of shame arose in his heart. He quickly looked at Ye Xinxia beside him.

But Ye Xinxia looked puzzled, her beautiful eyes scanning the envelope, and asked.

"Brother Moye, why are you staring at this? There's nothing written on it at all."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie was taken aback. He then looked at Liu Ru and Dongfang Wan'er beside him. Seeing that the two women also nodded, he suddenly realized what was going on.

This is a hidden piece of paper; its contents will only be revealed once it is handed to the right person. Others will not be able to see it.

This type of paper has a wide range of uses, mainly in Europe, since it was invented there.

After glancing at the contents of the letter again, Mo Xie couldn't help but twitch his lips. He always felt that his cheap aunt's personality was really unpredictable.

How should I put it... should I call it cunning or a perverse sense of humor?
In the letter, he said that Aunt Ye was not his real aunt. He felt that Yi Zhisha was just being spiteful towards Aunt Ye, which was why she said such a thing.

As for whether Ye Xinxia will be in danger at the Parthenon... it must have been Ye Chang's plan to send her there to study, otherwise the letter wouldn't have mentioned owing her a favor.

That said, I have two aunts, one is a cardinal of the Black Vatican, and the other is a goddess of the Parthenon. Their backgrounds are incredibly powerful.

The only uncertain thing is that the woman who appears to be the matriarch of the Parthenon is actually the hidden white-robed pope, but with Izusa's involvement, nothing should go wrong.

Oh, Mom, what kind of being are you that you could change so many timelines? But... where are you now?
"Brother Moye... Brother Moye?"

Seeing Mo Xie staring blankly at the letter, Ye Xinxia called out to him softly a few times, her voice full of worry.

Hearing the call, Mo Xie snapped out of her thoughts, put the letter and photo back into the envelope, pondered for a moment, and then turned to ask Ye Xinxia.

"Xinxia, ​​what are your thoughts? Do you want to study at the Parthenon Academy?"

Ye Chang and Yi Zhisha allowed Ye Xinxia to go to the Parthenon, and Mo Xie also thought it was the right thing to do, as it was the other party's unique destiny and opportunity.

However, if Ye Xinxia is unwilling, then Mo Xie will also support her, and she can remain in the Evil Heaven Pavilion as a Holy Maiden.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinxia lowered her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her beautiful eyes, and said softly.

"Brother Moye, I...I don't know."

Mo Xie patted Ye Xinxia's head, then looked at Mei Ruola, who remained dignified and elegant. Mei Ruola naturally understood and gave a charming smile, saying...

“Ms. Ye Xinxia, ​​there’s no need to rush. You can take your time to think it over. We’ll be staying in Hangzhou for three days, and you can give me your answer then… This is my business card. Contact me when you’ve made up your mind.”

After saying that, Merola took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to Mo Xie.

Mo Xie took the business card, and his palm was secretly scratched again. As expected, he was being teased again. He felt that this woman must know something, otherwise she wouldn't have done such a thing.

Seeing this, Professor Lu Wan quickly and solicitously said.

"Don't worry about accommodation, Zhejiang University will arrange it for you."

"OK, thanks."

Merora nodded, said something to the guardian knights and female sages, and then followed Lu Wan in a grand procession.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to wink at Mo Xie, her eyes sparkling as she smiled sweetly.

Parthenon and the other teachers left, leaving only Mo Xie and his three companions behind, and a moment of silence fell over the room.

Liu Ru and Dongfang Wan'er were both very sensible and knew that they should leave the space to Mo Xie and Ye Xinxia, ​​so they said goodbye first.

"Come on, I'll take you out for a walk."

Mo Xie took Ye Xinxia's soft, delicate hand and, ignoring her opinion, walked out of the Zhejiang Academy.

As they walked, the two found themselves at West Lake. The cold weather meant there were few people around. West Lake in winter presented a tranquil and beautiful scene. A thin mist floated on the lake, like a light veil gently covering the water, obscuring the outlines of the distant mountains and making the scenery hazy and mysterious.

The willows by the lake have lost their summer lushness, leaving only sparse branches that sway gently in the wind, like dancers of time, moving their figures in the cold winter air.

The broken bridge not far away, made even more ancient by the snow, seemed like a passage to another time and space.

Few pedestrians were on the bridge, and everyone carefully stepped onto the snow-covered surface, afraid of disturbing the sleeping winter.

On the paths along West Lake, the snow has not yet completely melted, leaving behind a series of footprints that record the traces of passersby.

Occasionally, a few birdsongs drifted from the woods, clear and melodious, as if telling the story of winter, bringing a touch of life to this cold season.

Mo Xie led Ye Xinxia by the hand to a clean bench by the lake. With one arm around her slender waist, he slipped the other hand through her hair and pulled her full, delicate body into his embrace, immersing himself in the fragrance of willow leaves and her beautiful hair.

Ye Xinxia nestled comfortably in the warm embrace, gently closing her beautiful eyes and quietly savoring the warmth and tranquility.

"Brother Moye, I think... I should still go."

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Xinxia broke the silence herself and said softly.

"why?"

Mo Xie buried his face in Ye Xinxia's fragrant hair, unwilling to raise his head, and asked.

"That place... is pretty good, isn't it?"

Ye Xinxia lowered her head, looking at her long legs. Although she now had the help of Mo Xie's magical artifact, she still hoped to regain her ability to walk. She thought that the Parthenon, as a holy place of white magic, must have a way to heal her.

"Alright, since you've made up your mind, I respect that. I know people at the Parthenon, so you won't be bullied there."

"Brother Moye, thank you..."

Ye Xinxia laughed, but a glistening tear glistened in the corner of her eye.

Although she is a spiritual mage, she finds that she is actually not very good at expressing her inner thoughts.

She knew that Mo Xie was extremely talented and could not possibly be mediocre, but sometimes the other party moved too fast and she simply couldn't keep up. Many times, she could only stay in one place and wait quietly...

Ye Xinxia often dreamed that Mo Xie returned covered in wounds, staggering towards her, and collapsed halfway there from exhaustion.

She wanted to go to him, but she couldn't. She could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything...

Ye Xinxia didn't actually dislike the Parthenon, after all, it was the sanctuary of every healing mage.

If this terrifying dream were to recur, she hoped it would heal Mo Xie's injuries, or perhaps lead her to him...

"Brother Moye, I...I have one more thing to ask of you."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie abandoned the refreshing fragrance, looked down at Ye Xinxia's resolute yet shy eyes, paused slightly, and earnestly promised.

I'll agree to anything you ask!

Ye Xinxia's fair face flushed red, her beautiful eyes seemed to hold a pool of spring water as she looked at Mo Xie with a flirtatious gaze, her red lips slightly parted.

"Brother Moye, I want... I want to give myself to you, please."

The seductive voice stirred Mo Xie's heart slightly. Staring into Ye Xinxia's alluring eyes, he reached out, lifted her chin, and leaned down to kiss her.

This time, Ye Xinxia was exceptionally proactive in the kiss, as if she wanted to pour all her love into it… (End of Chapter)