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Shen Muhan flipped his palm, and the two men's acupoints were released. He then finished what he had been saying.
The two men, tall and burly with faces full of flesh, were now as pale as death. As soon as Shen Muhan's words fell, they widened their eyes in terror, covering their mouths and nodding incessantly.
"When did that short man you mentioned appear, and where?"
Thinking of that person being Muxin made Shen Muhan's heart surge. On the first night he arrived in Qi Nation three days ago, he had infiltrated Li Wangfu but had not seen the so-called stranger. Moreover, Rong Li seemed to have not returned from the palace yet. After leaving his residence, he waited under a large tree nearby but only saw a solitary figure. He then settled in Liguo and had been searching for her tirelessly over the past three days, yet he had never encountered her.
After hearing the conversation between the two men just now, his once deadened heart revived again, and at this moment, he could hardly contain himself.
"Uh... He appeared down there three days ago; we only caught a glimpse of him. Later, we only knew that he followed two nearly dying old men away. We just talked about it today."
One of them said tremulously.
"Did Rong Li really bring back two strange men?"
Looking at the street below, it was particularly clear amidst the thunder and lightning. His heart suddenly tightened; hadn’t he been on this street three days ago?
"We only heard it from the tribesmen; the truth still needs to be investigated."
Shen Muhan narrowed his eyes slightly and then swiftly struck at the necks of both men, causing them to faint before he leaped out of the window.
In Li Wangfu, Xia Muxin was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding several bottles in one hand while staring intently at them. Her heart was also filled with excitement; she was eager to cultivate seedlings but regretted that this place was not her home.
Suddenly, she let her hands drop and gazed at the flickering candlelight, sighing softly:
"Ah, when will I be able to go back?"
Suddenly, a shadow darted past the window. Outside, a thunderstorm raged, and the room was illuminated by four large candles. At that moment, she realized how much she feared the dark; she usually slept with candles lit at night. The shadow loomed larger in the flickering candlelight, startling Xia Muxin, who, despite her usual calmness, felt a surge of panic.
However, she did not scream. The guards of Li Wangfu seemed pitifully few; during the day, she could see two at the gate, but elsewhere there were none to be found. Instead, Yingying and Yan Yan were everywhere in the mansion.
She tightened her grip on her small curved dagger, trying to steady her breathing, but in that moment, she forgot to extinguish the candles.
"I only want those few bottles; I have no interest in anything else."
As she held her breath in anticipation, the shadow suddenly flickered and vanished from the window. A cold, hoarse voice broke the silence as Xia Muxin felt a chill run down her spine. The shadow had somehow entered her room and stood at the foot of her bed.
Dressed in thin pink undergarments, Xia Muxin was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the figure before her. Startled, she instinctively crossed her arms defensively and looked up at him with trepidation, trying to discern something from his black mask.
To be honest, his mask was quite unsettling; it resembled a skull, one she had seen on the street just days before.
How dare he scare me with a cheap skull mask bought from a street vendor?
"Hero, let's talk this out calmly. You want these bottles, right?"
Despite her confusion, she managed to keep her composure and forced a smile as she held out the bottles from earlier.
"Hmph..."
With a swift motion of his sleeve, Xia Muxin felt a gust of wind rush toward her. Her hands went numb for an instant. In the blink of an eye, the bottles had already fallen into the black-clad man's hands; it seemed that the numbness was merely an illusion.
"Hero, your taste is quite peculiar. This is famous perfume from Qi Nation. They say once it touches you, the scent lingers for half a month and can't be washed off. It's readily available everywhere; do you really need to go this far?"
Seeing those bottles snatched away from her grasp filled Xia Muxin with regret. She pouted and spoke disdainfully. Moreover, those bottles had been tampered with by her; even the perfume inside was no exception. Little did the black-clad man expect that as soon as he took possession of them, they would shatter in his hands. A mix of red, yellow, and green perfumes splattered onto his clothes, releasing an overpowering stench. He grimaced beneath his mask while Xia Muxin covered her mouth and nose in discomfort, waving her hand in front of herself as she glared at him indignantly.
"Hero! You're being so cruel! I went through so much trouble to get these from several wives of His Highness only for you to ruin them with a sweep of your sleeve! How can you be so heartless?"
The man's eyebrows twitched, and suddenly he collapsed to the ground, convulsing a few times before going still. Xia Muxin felt a chill run through her; she had only been a little cautious, but surely he wouldn't just die like this.
"Hey, get up! Hey..."
She tentatively called out a few times, but the man on the ground remained unresponsive. After waiting for a moment, Xia Muxin slipped on her shoes and got out of bed. Just as she was about to approach the man, a strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. The familiar scent filled her nostrils, and she dared not lift her gaze. Her eyes were already moist, and suddenly closing them, she reached out to touch the face of the person before her, her voice trembling slightly.
"Don't move. Even if this is a dream, let me finish it. At least don't let me wake up now, please."
As she spoke, her small hands traced the face she had longed for.
"The uncle's eyebrows are thick and dark, perfectly complementing his star-like dazzling eyes, making him unforgettable."
"The uncle has a handsome nose above thin lips that are a rosy hue, with slightly upturned corners that are even more seductive than a woman's."
"The uncle's... mmm..."
Her words were abruptly silenced by someone's mouth.
Feeling that familiar scent, Xia Muxin finally dared to open her eyes. What met her gaze was a weary yet handsome face that was now intently watching her.
The kiss lingered for what felt like an eternity—long enough for Xia Muxin to think she might suffocate. His grip on her was tight, almost as if he were squeezing the breath out of her.
"Little girl, I finally found you."
Shen Muhan ruffled her slightly disheveled hair, his dark eyes locked onto hers. After a long moment, he spoke in a trembling voice.
He had actually followed an unusual fragrance here but hadn’t expected to hear the voice he had been longing for at the door. In that instant, he thought he might be dreaming because three days ago he had also been in this room. As a doctor, he was particularly sensitive to scents; however, he couldn't detect even a hint of her presence.
"I knew you would come."
Xia Muxin wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, leaning dependently into his embrace, her voice choked with emotion.
Shen Muhan only tightened his grip, resting his chin on her dark hair, savoring the fragrance that belonged to her.
"Girl, you've lost weight."
"Uncle, you've lost weight too."
After a long while, Xia Muxin emerged from his embrace and met his affectionate gaze. Suddenly, they both spoke in unison.
Shen Muhan couldn't help himself; he lowered his head again to capture her tempting red lips, wishing he could meld her into his very bones.
"Uncle, I want to go home."
Xia Muxin gasped for breath after the kiss, finally managing to lift her head from his chest and seize a moment to speak.
Shen Muhan eventually released her lips, cradling her face in his hands as he studied her for a while before saying, "Good girl, we'll be home soon."
"Uncle, he..."
At that moment, Xia Muxin noticed that the man in black on the ground had disappeared. Assuming he was merely pretending to be dead, she exclaimed in panic.
"It's fine; he's been taken away."
Shen Muhan took her hand and led her toward the bed.
"Quickly get under the covers; you're dressed too lightly. It wouldn't be good if you catch a cold."
Taken away, it meant that someone had just come in, and yet they were still... even he was oblivious to what was happening.
Thinking about this, Xia Muxin couldn't help but shiver slightly. Shen Muhan immediately noticed the turmoil in her heart, so he picked her up and tucked her into the blanket. After making sure she was snug, he gently brushed his fingertip against the tip of her nose with a fond smile.
"What are you thinking about?"
Xia Muxin looked at him with a hint of grievance, but after a moment, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Uncle, you've lost weight, but your skin has gotten thicker."
Shen Muhan feigned anger and pulled a long face. Seeing Xia Muxin giggling under the blanket, he pounced on her, swiftly pulling the blanket aside. He placed his finger on her lips and shushed her before suddenly disappearing from in front of her.
Xia Muxin watched this transformation with wide eyes in surprise. Just as she was about to sit up, she heard a knock at the door. After three knocks, Rong Li's voice followed.
"Are you awake? If not, get up. There are assassins in the manor."
His voice carried an icy chill. Xia Muxin pondered for a moment, guessing that his bad mood was likely due to being interrupted during something important.
- End of Chapter -
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