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

"You must be thinking about Lady Yan Lingji again? Ha, is it really necessary for you two? We've only been apart for less than half a day."

"You two are together all day, yet you never seem to get tired of each other..."

Putting aside her trivial matters, Wei leaned back in her chair, adopting a lazy posture, and jokingly complained about Jiang Mo opposite her.

Ignoring the guy, Jiang Mo pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to report on his gains from the trip.

Despite Wei's very familiar tone, Jiang Mo and this guy weren't actually that close.

The one she was closer to was Yan Lingji.

The two always seemed to be discussing intimate matters in private when they got together. Jiang Mo was worried that Yan Lingji would be led astray, so he also eavesdropped on her.

Not long after, Yan Lingji discovered that his blood and qi were surging.

He was kicked far away by Yan Lingji.

As the direct beneficiary, Jiang Mo turned a blind eye and let Yan Lingji go, only secretly guarding against Wei's possible mischief.

But after trying to defend against it for so long, it's been a constant battle of wits with thin air.

However, Jiang Mo never let his guard down. Judging from the way Wei was sitting here, he knew that she held a prominent position in the secular world.

Ultimately, they belong to different factions.

Even if we're sitting at the table in a friendly atmosphere now, what good is that friendship if it comes to our fundamental interests? That's another story.

Incidentally, chairs and such are also unique local specialties.

People in this era generally still prefer to sit on the ground, but Jiang Mo always felt that kneeling was too tiring, so he played with bamboo benches, reclining chairs and the like since he was a child.

Yan Lingji, having been led by him, also got used to sitting in a chair.

The priest was particularly fond of the recliner given to him, and now wished he could lie on it and sunbathe all day long.

Following the example set by those above, others in the village began to imitate them.

Originally, the Baiyue people, being a barbarian land, did not have many etiquette constraints. After discovering that chairs were comfortable to sit on, they abandoned all the kneeling etiquette passed down from the Central Plains.

"By the way, village chief, are you busy with something important today?"

After reporting the intelligence on the movements of the South Korean army, Jiang Mo did not rush to leave. Instead, he asked about something that had been on his mind ever since he entered the council hall.

Chapter 62 must be delivered personally!

"Oh, is there something important that needs to be reported to the village chief in person?"

Instead of directly answering Jiang Mo's question, Wei threw a question back at him. She clearly had a blood relationship with the village chief, but she rarely used terms like "father," instead referring to him by his official title, "village chief," just like Jiang Mo.

Moreover, not just when I'm working diligently.

Jiang Mo was used to this. Of course, he didn't have any important information that needed to be reported separately, and even if he did, he wouldn't tell the village chief.

I'll definitely tell Yan Ling Ji first.

Even in an emergency, they would shake the priest who might be dozing off to confirm the priest's attitude and opinion.

Your perspective is determined by where you sit; that's always been the case.

However, Jiang Mo was eager to find out the village chief's whereabouts, so he couldn't just say no. He asked with a half-smile, "If I do, where should I look for the village chief?"

"Where?"

Seemingly realizing that Jiang Mo didn't have any important information, Wei, who had been diligently taking notes, simply tossed her pen aside and leaned back lazily in her chair.

Her hands, unconsciously crossed in front of her chest, hinted at her inner resistance.

However, her already quite good figure was made even more apparent by this action, and her already generously open chest could hardly contain her two trembling white breasts.

This caused some of the others in the council chamber to swallow hard.

War and death are like two mountains pressing down on people's heads, and it is unknown when they will completely crush them into dust.

Under intense pressure, people's attitudes toward desires are becoming increasingly like those of wild beasts.

One side reveals itself casually, while the other side looks on with unrestrained abandon.

Jiang Mo remained unmoved by this unoriginal flirting, and too lazy to care about the mutual consent involved. He simply stared calmly at Wei, waiting for her to finish speaking.

"Don't go anywhere, just wait here."

Casually crossing one leg over her knee, Wei replied nonchalantly. She tilted her head, playing with the strands of hair that fell over her shoulder, the bloodstains at the ends growing deeper with each passing day.

The crimson color climbed upwards from the tail, and most of the waist-length hair was already stained.

It even faintly emitted a light, so much so that her originally dark, cloud-like hair looked like the sunset hanging in the sky, almost making people think that her hair was naturally dark red.

Jiang Mo glanced at it and knew that it was the effect of the natal Gu assimilating the body.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then hesitated and finally only asked:

"Waiting here? Why isn't the village chief in the council hall? What important matter is it?"

Regarding the influence of the natal Gu, Jiang Mo himself was in dire straits, so how could he possibly advise others?

It's better to focus more on the things in front of you and the person you love.

"I have important matters to attend to, but as for what they are, I'm afraid I cannot disclose that."

Wei chuckled lightly, unmoved by Jiang Mo's cold, questioning expression. Instead, she leaned forward slightly and teased him:

"However, if you ask, Xiao Mo, I can give you some special treatment."

"As long as you can make me happy and satisfy me~"

Wei subconsciously licked her blood-stained, bewitching red lips, her beautiful eyes sparkling with charm. The meaning behind her words, "make me happy, sister," was self-evident.

"Mind your own business."

Rolling his eyes, Jiang Mo was too lazy to get entangled with this guy who was always posing and preening. He turned to leave, but Wei called him back from behind.

"Hey, why do you always just turn around and leave? You really don't take me seriously at all?!"

"Alright, I won't hold it against you. Here's something for you, for your family's Yan Ling Ji. If you don't want it, I won't mind keeping it for myself."

"Things for me and Yan'er?"

Jiang Mo was taken aback upon hearing this, then turned back to Wei and looked her over with suspicion. The latter didn't waste any words, and imitated him and Yan Lingji snapping their fingers.

With the rustling of branches and leaves, two brocade boxes, supported by vines, rose from beside her feet and were handed to Jiang Mo.

Jiang Mo glanced at the unique serpent pattern on the surface of the exquisite brocade box and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is someone from the royal family coming?"

"Who knows? I'm just a middleman who passes things around."

Wei shrugged, seemingly trying to appear completely unaware, but she couldn't help but chat with Jiang Mo:

"That's probably it. The royal family specially commended you and Lord Yan for your outstanding performance."

"Ha, are you the one to give the praise?"

Instead of rushing to accept the so-called praise, Jiang Mo glanced at Wei's languid appearance and curled his lip, showing a look of utter disdain.

"Even if it's not Crown Prince Tianze, it should at least be someone with prestige."

"Then gather everyone in the village together for a commendation ceremony to boost morale, and then have a bonfire ceremony..."

"Stop talking!"

Wei seemed annoyed, slamming her hand on the table and standing up. She glared at Jiang Mo with displeasure, looking as if she wanted to pounce on him and tear his mouth apart.

"There are wars everywhere right now, and the royal family is also short-handed."

"It's already quite generous of us to spare people time to find the reward from the treasury amidst our busy schedule, and then send someone all the way here to deliver it. How can we allow you to be picky here?"

"What kind of commendation ceremony do you want? Take it or leave it!"

As Wei spoke, she lifted the vines holding the two brocade boxes and tried to pull them back, intending to keep the treasures that were originally meant for Jiang Mo and the other person for herself.

"No, the king's command cannot be disobeyed!"

Jiang Mo reacted quickly, grabbing the two rather heavy nanmu brocade boxes and tucking them under his arm as he walked out.

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"Hmph, who's passing it on for you? I'm doing Lord Yan a favor, okay? You opportunist, don't get too cocky! Remember to deliver it to Lord Yan personally."

"You must deliver it personally. If anything goes wrong, I'll kill you, you bastard!"

This time, Jiang Mo didn't stop or turn around. He simply waved to Wei with his back turned and replied with a disdainful remark:

"You should use the Blood Rose Gu less often."

"Even the sachet couldn't mask the stench of blood all over you. It's disgusting. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a butcher who slaughtered pigs all day."

"You bastard, believe me or not, I'll kill you right now!"

Wei, her nose practically crooked with rage, nearly kicked the table in front of her away. Just as her anger was still simmering, a sinister voice came from the side:

"You've said a bit too much."

Without even turning her head, Wei angrily yelled at the person who had spoken, "What, you're not satisfied with my choice either?"

"Fine, go deliver it yourself! I'm not going to keep you company!"

Having been rebuffed like this, the person who had spoken was unable to refute for a moment, but secretly resolved in his heart that Wei should no longer be involved in the subsequent plans.

Although the other party wasn't involved much in the previous matters.

On the other side, after leaving the council hall, Jiang Mo did not rush back to his home, nor did he rush to open the brocade box to see what was inside. Instead, he looked up at the clear sky.

Several inconspicuous sparrows came into Jiang Mo's view.

He slightly raised his hand, silently activating his natal Gu.

Emerging from its cocoon, it transforms into the form of a phoenix!

Chapter 63 Eavesdropping

A bird spreads its wings and flies in.

The guards stationed near the village chief's house glanced up instinctively, and upon realizing that the birds were just sparrows, they loosened their grip on their weapons.