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

You just can't tell from his expression.

"Very well, among all my subordinates, you are indeed the most loyal, Mo Ya. See? Learn from others. You panic over such a small matter."

Ji Wuye suddenly burst into laughter and flipped his hand to sheath his sword.

But the anger in his heart had not disappeared. Unable to vent it on Mo Ya, Ji Wuye turned around and slapped the beauty next to him.

He pointed to the spilled wine on the ground and cursed angrily.

However, Ji Wuye didn't waste much time on this. After calming himself down slightly, he looked up at Mo Ya opposite him:

"We will do our utmost to investigate the whole story."

"We must find out the exact whereabouts of that Baiyue demoness! Mobilize the city's defense forces and seal off the entire Xinzheng city; we cannot allow her to escape."

It's clear that Ji Wuye is very concerned about Yan Lingji's whereabouts.

Even at the risk of being attacked in the imperial court, he immediately mobilized the troops responsible for guarding Xinzheng.

"Also, find two pigeons and have them go to Nanyang within two days to inform Marquis Xueyi and tell him to find a way back to the capital."

How can we reach Snowcloth Castle within two days?

Upon hearing this request, Mo Ya's eyes narrowed. He knew...

Even if one were to travel day and night on a swift horse, it would be impossible to reach Xueyibao from Xinzheng within two days.

Ji Wuye's request...

They really treat all those birds like carrier pigeons flying in the sky.

Mo Ya's heart sank, but he still nodded in agreement without any intention of bargaining.

Not at least not now.

Just when Mo Ya thought Ji Wuye had finished explaining and was about to leave the room, he heard the other's voice chasing after him from behind:

"Also, the matter of military pay must not be delayed."

"The more special the period, the more cautious we must be, and we must not be careless in the slightest."

Want both, want more, and want more...

Issuing orders without considering the actual situation is a typical leadership mindset.

But what could Mo Ya do?

Could he tell Ji Wuye that he was too busy to be in two places at once?

You still have to say "Yes," "Okay," "Received," "No problem"...

In short, agree first, then rack your brains to come up with a feasible solution.

The door closed silently behind him, and the woman's suppressed groans of pain could be faintly heard. Mo Ya walked out expressionlessly, and the firelight reflected in the night sky could still be seen in the distance.

The soldiers under the Blood-Clad Marquis were no ordinary men.

Faced with the inextinguishable flames of witchcraft, they managed to control their spread and gradually extinguish them using the chilling frost.

Tomorrow, we should be able to conduct a more in-depth investigation.

However, those trusted confidants within the Blood-Clad Marquis's mansion probably won't cooperate so easily.

Substantial progress in the investigation must be made before the Blood-Clad Marquis returns after receiving the news, but there can be no delay in informing him of this matter...

The messengers sent over also need to be carefully considered.

Mo Ya pondered the contradictions that could be described as conflicting, his brows gradually furrowing, until the boy's slightly naive voice rang in his ear:

"Is someone else leaving?"

Mo Ya looked up at Bai Feng, who exuded youthful energy, and finally could no longer maintain his previous indifferent expression: "One day, we will all leave."

"But not now."

Master and apprentice, brothers, friends, or something else entirely...

Mo Ya didn't know how to best describe his relationship with Bai Feng. He wanted Bai Feng to grow up quickly and become his right-hand man, capable of standing on his own.

But she didn't want Bai Feng to grow up so quickly.

So quickly, like him, completely abandoning the self within.

It's good to be naive and innocent.

In this terrible world, it's rare to see such innocent and naive people anymore.

Instead of continuing their cryptic exchange with Mo Ya, Bai Feng stared directly at him, her still somewhat childish face bearing a serious expression.

"I'll go to the Blood-Clad Marquis's place. At my current speed, I can definitely get there within two days."

As a character known for his speed in the Qin's World, Bai Feng spoke with absolute confidence.

"you?"

Mo Ya had no doubt about Bai Feng's speed.

The student surpasses the master. In terms of pure speed alone, Mo Ya knew very well that Bai Feng was about to surpass him. However, faced with Bai Feng's sudden request, Mo Ya seemed to be both surprised and angry.

Subconsciously, he quickly scanned the general's mansion, wary of any spies or informants who might be lurking nearby.

If Ji Wuye found out that someone dared to eavesdrop on his orders...

Mo Ya couldn't even imagine how it would end.

"I'm guessing. Someone will need to inform Blood-Clad Marquis about what's happening here, and the sooner the better."

Bai Feng appeared calm. He looked up and gazed at the gradually fading crimson flames in the sky, clearly having been paying close attention to this important event.

He understood even more clearly the pressure Mo Ya had to bear in the face of such a situation.

That's why they would volunteer at this time, wanting to help the other party share some of the pressure, even if it's just a tiny bit.

"You've grown up faster than I imagined..."

Looking at Bai Feng's earnest expression, Mo Ya's slightly effeminate face broke into a genuine smile. Ignoring Bai Feng's obvious resistance, he reached out and ruffled the latter's hair.

"Then go, spread your wings and soar freely..."

This is a good opportunity to avoid the increasingly tense situation in Xinzheng City.

Chapter 108 Your Sister's Gift

Horses thundered and weapons clashed.

Squads of fully armed soldiers hurried along the street.

Occasionally, a few noisy and chaotic sounds could be heard.

Some unfortunate soul became a suspect and was arrested without explanation.

Struggling and cursing.

The once tranquil streets of Xinzheng are now filled with an atmosphere of chaos and turmoil that has not been seen for a long time.

Tonight, I'm destined to have a sleepless night.

Click~

With a soft click, the window facing the street was closed and bolted shut, and Jiang Mo, who was leaning against the window, withdrew his gaze from peeking out.

"Wow, that's a really quick reaction..."

Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Fortunately, he managed to persuade Yan Lingji to leave the Blood-Clad Marquis's residence with him in time. Otherwise, if they had lingered any longer, they might have run into Ji Wuye's men.

Ordinary soldiers are one thing.

Even if Yan Lingji's methods were too conspicuous at night and she couldn't easily fight off the enemy, Jiang Mo could handle ordinary soldiers on his own.

But Ji Wuye also has his share of formidable subordinates.

If that black crow were to target us...

Given the speed his opponent displayed, Jiang Mo had no confidence that he could easily shake them off.

I felt grateful and relieved, but received no response.

Jiang Mo turned his head curiously to look into the room, wanting to see what Yan Lingji was doing. He then saw her pick up a pot of orchid wine from the table and start drinking it by herself.

She leaned lazily against the headboard, her delicate body half-reclined, her jade-like form lying horizontally.

The ill-fitting, oversized clothes were inevitably loose and baggy, and when Yan Lingji remained in a reclining position, they couldn't help but slide down her fragrant shoulders.

The towering peaks seem to leap out of the ground, outlining undulating curves.

It really is like that saying: "A mountain range appears differently depending on the angle of view, and its shape varies from near to far, high to low..."

Yan Lingji noticed Jiang Mo's gaze, but she didn't stop what she was doing and continued to hold the wine pot high.

She tilted her head back, her long, flowing hair cascading freely around her and at her feet.

How many seasons had passed in that icy cage? Yan Lingji herself couldn't say. She only remembered that in that cold and dark place, only her ever-growing head of beautiful hair reminded her of the passage of time.

Her hair, which used to reach just to her waist when she was a teenager, now hangs down to her feet.

Her hair, which hadn't been carefully styled in a long time, was casually draped down, giving it a somewhat messy appearance. However, its luster was delicate and its texture was smooth, still comparable to the finest silk material. Covering Yan Lingji's reclining body, it looked as if she were wearing a thin veil that seemed almost invisible.

With her head tilted back, Yan Lingji's fair neck appeared even longer, giving her an elegant, swan-like grace.

There wasn't a single wrinkle or crease on her delicate, soft skin.

It was as white as mutton fat jade, without the slightest flaw.

Yan Lingji didn't care at all about how she looked in other people's eyes. She slightly parted her red and full lips and used them to catch the clear water pouring down from the wine pot.

In her light blue eyes, a hazy, intoxicated look rippled like water.

Her cheeks, which usually exuded a slightly cold aura, were now slowly tinged with a faint rosy blush.

She looks somewhat like she did when she was a young girl.

However, compared to her slightly naive and innocent appearance back then, Yan Lingji, now in her prime, exudes a captivating charm that makes it impossible to look away.

Even the most beautiful woman in a drunken stupor could not compare to this.

Between her neat, white teeth, her delicate, pink tongue, like a nimble little snake, gently peeked out, licking away the few remaining wine stains around her lips.