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

But at least the goal was achieved.

After it was all over, the two women were finally able to sit down and have a proper chat. That beating wasn't for nothing!

As Jiang Mo thought about it, he subconsciously reached out and touched his forearm.

The marks left by the scorching flames were quite conspicuous on his snow-white skin, and could still be vaguely seen even though his clothes covered them.

At first glance, the scar looks quite gruesome.

Even criminals who have been severely tortured would hardly have such scars on their bodies, since there are very few people in the world who can combine whipping with branding irons.

It's just scary to look at.

After Jiang Mo screamed twice, Yan Lingji clearly softened.

Even when Jiang Mo deliberately reached out to touch it, the pain from the wound was quite weak, not even as painful as when Yan Lingji pinched him in bed before.

Clearly, Yan Lingji had shown mercy.

Jiang Mo, who had been whipped by the flaming whip, only looked somewhat wretched; in reality, he was not seriously injured. On the contrary, the intense heat contained within those whip marks was injected into Jiang Mo's body.

The chilling energy that had invaded Jiang Mo's body during the transformation into a corpse puppet was greatly suppressed and hid deep within his limbs and bones, not daring to show itself easily.

While it may not be eradicated, there's no need to worry about it worsening in the short term.

Cold on the outside but warm on the inside, she's still the Yan'er I know!

Moreover, this severe beating allowed Zi Nu to vent her dissatisfaction, killing three birds with one stone. She really has become smarter.

As Jiang Mo subconsciously sighed, Yan Lingji beside him glanced at him and rolled her eyes:

"What are you grinning about? Didn't you say you were going to confess honestly? What are you waiting for? Don't you even know what time it is?"

The woman opposite, Zi Nu, smiled and replied:

"Since we've already sat down and are ready to have a proper talk, we might as well be more honest with each other and say less beating around the bush."

"What do you think, young master?"

Among the seated people, only one person did not urge Jiang Mo, but his arrogant and evil eyes were enough to make the latter feel immense pressure.

White hair, black clothes, and a cold expression.

Who else could it be besides Wei Zhuang, the successor of the Guigu School of Diplomacy?

This was a trump card that Zi Nu didn't want to reveal to outsiders easily, but Yan Ling Ji's displayed strength had already exceeded her ability to handle it.

At the negotiating table, the most important thing is never eloquence, but fists.

Zi Nu was well aware of this, so after Wei Zhuang returned to Zi Lan Xuan, she immediately pulled him over to suppress the threat posed by Yan Ling Ji, a master of innate cultivation.

It must be said that this tactic was effective.

Yan Lingji, who was originally very arrogant and even Jiang Mo couldn't quite control her, did become much more well-behaved after meeting Wei Zhuang.

There's no way around it; this one is most likely unbeatable.

With Jiang Mo by her side, Yan Lingji hadn't completely degenerated into a madwoman consumed by her desire for revenge, and they were still able to sit down and have a proper talk.

Incidentally, she had changed her clothes at this time.

Zilan Pavilion lacked everything except women's clothing. Since Yan Lingji's existence had already been exposed, Jiang Mo shamelessly asked Zi Nu for a set of clothes to temporarily dress Yan Lingji in.

We can't keep wearing Jiang Mo's clothes.

It didn't fit properly to begin with, and it was accidentally burned to shreds just now.

If Yan Lingji were to wear this outfit again, who could sit down and have a peaceful conversation? At least Jiang Mo felt that he would definitely be unable to control his eyes from wandering around.

The clothing inside Zilan Pavilion was naturally different from that in Baiyue.

Although Yan Lingji just randomly picked an outfit, her good looks made her stand out, and even a snakeskin bag would look fashionable on her.

The clothing, styled after people from the Central Plains, gives Yan Lingji a rare, quiet and gentle demeanor.

This was a side of him that Jiang Mo had never seen before, which made him stare at it for a while longer before he was met with a glare from Yan Lingji.

Jiang Mo's smile faded, and he spoke seriously:

“What Miss Zi Nu says is true. Now that we’ve sat down and started talking, I will naturally show the sincerity I should. Let’s start with our identities.”

He paused slightly, and seeing that Yan Lingji did not object, he raised his hand in a gesture of introduction:

"So that you two may know that this is Yan Lingji from Baiyue, a chosen one of the gods in an ancient belief..."

"It used to be."

After sensing Wei Zhuang's unfathomable aura, Yan Lingji became very vigilant, remaining silent to avoid revealing her true intentions.

Jiang Mo handled all the negotiations and discussions.

Perhaps she also wanted to take this opportunity to test Jiang Mo's background, to see how well he knew her, and whether he was worthy of her trust.

However, when the topic turned to the identity of the chosen one, she took the initiative to interrupt.

I corrected Jiang Mo's choice of words.

“Okay, that was true in the past, but more importantly, she was imprisoned by the Blood-Clad Marquis for many years and was only recently rescued by me.”

At this point, Jiang Mo deliberately paused to carefully observe the expressions of the two people opposite him.

Zilan Pavilion was originally a place for intelligence gathering, and the clues about Yan Lingji were obtained by Jiang Mo through their connections with the Seven Absolutes Hall. It was difficult to hide the matter of Yan Lingji's background, so it was better to be honest and tell her directly to gain her trust.

Upon hearing the name "Baiyue," Zi Nu and Wei Zhuang's expressions changed slightly. After Jiang Mo directly brought up the matter of the Blood-Clad Marquis's mansion, their expressions became even more solemn.

"Was the creation of this raging inferno your doing?"

Wei Zhuang's gaze was sharp as a sword, pointing directly at Yan Lingji, and he asked directly about the fire that had caused chaos in Xinzheng.

"It was just something I did on a whim."

Yan Lingji readily admitted it, her tone casual, as if the raging sea of ​​fire was nothing more than a casual gesture, but in reality, it was nothing more than a bluff.

If it were during its peak, it might not be anything special.

But she had only just escaped from that fire that threatened the Blood-Clad Marquis's mansion, and Yan Lingji was exhausted afterward. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up here with Jiang Mo without any explanation; she was just looking for a place to rest quickly.

The commotion has continued for so long and hasn't subsided yet.

Thinking of this, Yan Lingji, who was already feeling quite sleepy, couldn't help but glare at Jiang Mo with a sharp look.

"Such a dangerous person is not welcome at Zilan Pavilion~"

She called Yan Lingji "Sister Yan" affectionately, but when Zi Nu smiled and said she was going to kick Yan Lingji out, she didn't hesitate at all.

Jiang Mo, who had anticipated this, remained calm and shrugged, saying:

"Is that so? I don't think Miss Zi Nu would refuse to see guests. After all, there's a saying that goes, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' I believe that there is still a strong foundation for cooperation between us."

"Oh, what do you mean by that, young master?"

Startled, Zi Nu maintained a composed smile, but her light purple eyes were fixed intently on Jiang Mo.

"The marquis in blood-stained robes, the jade tiger on the stone; the sea goddess on the blue sea, the traveler in a straw raincoat under the moon."

"I suppose I don't need to introduce the Four Fiends of Nightfall to Miss Zi Nu? Since we are mortal enemies with Blood-Clad Marquis, we are naturally mortal enemies with Nightfall as well."

"I don't quite understand what you're saying, young master."

After a brief silence, Zi Nu still didn't readily state her position, perhaps wanting to see what Jiang Mo actually knew.

"is it?

"What if I told you that Nightfall is planning something big soon, and that Ji Wuye is going to target the military pay? What would you say then, Miss Zi Nu?"

Jiang Mo calmly dropped a bombshell.

Now, not only could Zi Nu no longer maintain her composure, but even Wei Zhuang, who was usually cold and aloof, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Chapter 116 The Ghost Soldiers of Broken Soul Valley Rob the Pay

Soul-Severing Valley.

It is said that a large number of surrendered soldiers were buried alive here, which added endless ferocity and resentment to this place that was already a blood-stained battlefield, turning it into a place that people would avoid at all costs.

Barren land, and beasts flee in terror.

Even the gentle, silent spring rain, when it falls here, seems to add a touch of chill to the air.

The soft, pattering rain sent chills down one's spine.

The sky was already overcast with dark clouds, and the valley of broken souls became even darker. It always felt like there were sinister evil spirits stirring in the rain that made it hard to see clearly.

Gaa~ Gaa~

The noisy, unpleasant cawing of crows echoed in the rain. Perhaps drawn by the aura of death, quite a few black crows took flight into the Valley of Broken Souls amidst the continuous drizzle.

It landed silently on the long-dead, rotten wood.

A fully armed group of people was reflected in the slightly turning raven eyes, walking towards the Valley of Broken Souls.

This team can be described as an elite force.

Not only were they heavily armed and well-equipped, but the two leaders were also dressed in luxurious clothes, clearly pampered individuals, and the flag of the Korean royal family was even displayed in the ranks.

As royalty, how could they come to this godforsaken place in this godforsaken weather?

This is truly putting these two people in a difficult position.

crunch~

The sound of the wheels turning echoed through the valley, growing increasingly eerie with each reverberation, as if some unspeakable entity were lurking in the air, whispering secrets.

The entire escort team carrying military pay appeared extremely tense.

"Who goes there?!"

Anping-kun, the leader at the front, suddenly shouted, causing the entire troop to immediately erupt into chaos. Amidst the crisp clanging of metal, countless soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, tensing every muscle in their bodies.

Everyone immediately noticed the figure that was faintly visible in the dim light.

Like a shadow, it stood silently, ignoring the tense atmosphere displayed by the entire army.

swoosh~

The task of escorting military supplies was of utmost importance, and any suspicious person was naturally dealt with without hesitation. Without the two princes even needing to give orders, soldiers immediately pulled the triggers and fired arrows from their crossbows.