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Mu Xuanche told me that he had something in the hands of Jin Ping, which was why she could threaten him.
I couldn't think of anything that could make Mu Xuanche vulnerable to Jin Ping's threats. Finding no answers from him, I began to speculate based on the things around him, and eventually, I thought of myself.
From what I could see, the only thing that could be considered Mu Xuanche's Achilles' heel was me.
Could it be that I was the reason Mu Xuanche was being threatened?
But a thousand years ago, I didn't even know Jin Ping. Without any connection, it seemed impossible for her to have any leverage over him. That didn't seem likely at all.
My head felt like it was about to explode, and realizing I couldn't make sense of it, I decided to ask Mu Xuanche what was going on.
"Am I your weakness?"
Mu Xuanche looked up at me, and for the first time, when our eyes met, I sensed a flicker in his gaze. It was an expression I couldn't decipher.
Suddenly, I began to feel a bit scared. Could it really be related to me? Was Jin Ping truly using me to threaten Mu Xuanche?
How could that be possible? I hardly knew Jin Ping. If it weren't for her coffin appearing in my home, we wouldn't have had any interaction.
Wait, the coffin!
Perhaps there was some connection left over from when my grandfather was alive.
My grandfather once robbed Jin Ping's tomb. Could it be that something from that time lingered on? Plus, my grandfather brought Jin Ping's coffin back home; that was just too strange.
I intended to ask Mu Xuanche if this was the case, but he silenced all my thoughts before I had the chance to question him.
Struggling to push him away, he only held me tighter.
"Wife, what we didn't finish this afternoon, we'll continue tonight."
In an instant, I understood what this guy meant. My face flushed as I tried to avoid him, reaching out to push him away.
But tonight, he didn’t give me a chance to escape. By the time I realized what was happening, I was left completely bare.
A cool breeze swept in, forcing me to move closer to him, seeking warmth against his body.
He slowly pushed me down onto the bed, leaning over me. I could feel his weight pressing down.
I remained still, deliberately refusing to cooperate, but he continued to kiss me, teasing me relentlessly.
With each kiss that brushed against my lips, it felt maddeningly unbearable.
His hands slowly climbed over my body. After exploring every inch of me, he still wouldn’t relent, applying pressure that urged me to submit.
He was torturing me, deliberately holding back while continuously teasing.
Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore and instinctively pushed against him, he leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"Wife, I'm coming in."
It drove me mad with anger. I turned his shoulder and bit down hard.
A low chuckle reached my ears, and finally, he gave up tormenting me. He lunged forward, pinning me beneath him.
In that moment, he resembled a fierce beast, starved for too long, finally catching the scent of food and overwhelming me with his presence.
I couldn't make a sound; all I could do was bite at him repeatedly to release the turmoil within me.
Once I had vented my inner frustration, I realized he had only just begun. Having a husband with such stamina was a mystery—whether it was a blessing or a curse.
When I woke again, it was already morning. I had been so exhausted last night that I couldn't even remember how I fell asleep.
As I turned over, my arm accidentally bumped against his chest, waking him up.
He opened his eyes and smiled gently at me. "Good morning."
At that moment, he lacked the usual coldness in his demeanor. The golden sunlight spilled across his face, bringing with it a warm aura. He looked like a boy who had stepped out of a comic book, his bronze skin glowing beautifully in the sunlight.
His favorite thing to do was to reach out and lightly pinch my neck, shaking it playfully while watching my expression tighten in response.
Then he would smile at me and say something sweet.
Now was no exception; he squinted at me like a lazy cat and teased, "Are you staring blankly?"
When he remained silent, it felt like a dream; but once he spoke, he turned into a devil.
I couldn't bring myself to scold him now; all I could do was turn away and pretend to ignore him.
He showed no intention of comforting me, instead placing his hand on my waist and pulling me closer into his embrace.
The skin on my back pressed against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat and warmth, which was far from pleasant.
He gently kissed my back, softly tracing something I couldn't understand.
Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere, he spoke more, tightly holding my waist and whispering to me.
"Once we find Qin Wang's Tomb, we'll enjoy every moment in Chang'an like this."
To experience Chang'an like this was something I longed for but could not attain.
After learning the truth last night, I no longer held resentment towards him; I could only blame my unfortunate fate for the many twists and turns in my life.
After some time spent tossing and turning in bed, he finally released me and got up to leave.
Not long after he walked away, I found the bed uncomfortable and decided to get up as well.
Stepping out of the bedroom door led me into the kitchen.
As soon as I emerged, I saw him standing by the stove, wearing only a pair of pants. He was skillfully preparing something with his hands.
From a distance, I caught a whiff of a delicious aroma and followed it over.
I discovered he was stir-frying Shredded Pork. This ingredient must have been prepared by the Han dynasty, but what surprised me was that he could actually cook.
He picked up the chopsticks beside him and offered me some Shredded Pork from the pot, urging me to open my mouth.
With a skeptical attitude, I took a bite.
To my surprise, it was quite delicious. It could easily compete with the dishes from the big guy.
I gave him a thumbs-up, and he gestured for me to sit aside and wait.
The simple combination of vegetarian and meat dishes paired with congee looked plain but was incredibly satisfying to eat.
In no time, I finished my meal, while he maintained an elegant demeanor, almost watching me eat with a leisurely pace.
I had previously focused on his face and rarely observed his movements; now I realized that every gesture of his was remarkably graceful, reminiscent of a noble young master from an affluent family.
Recalling his identity in life, everything made sense.
A king during the era of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. He must have come from a prominent family to become a Usurper King.
Just as we were enjoying our meal, the big guy suddenly burst in and shouted at Mu Xuanche, “Island Master, someone has washed up on the beach.”
Mu Xuanche remained calm. He responded to the big guy with composure, “Got it. You go ahead; I’ll be there shortly.”
After the big guy left, Mu Xuanche changed into his Island Master attire.
It was only when he was alone with me that he revealed his true self. I initially couldn't understand this behavior until I asked him about it one day and learned the truth.
He said, "Don't you prefer this face of mine?"
I recalled how I had once complained to him that the face of the Island Master was not as good-looking as his true appearance.
I never expected he would remember that. Every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but smile.
He was ready, and I had changed into my clothes.
As soon as he stepped out, I linked my arm with his.
He turned back to look at me and asked, "Are you going too?"
I nodded. I was quite curious about the people who could drift to Qilin Island.
He smiled helplessly and took me along.
By the time we reached the beach, the big man had already dragged someone in.
I was a bit shocked when I saw who it was. It turned out to be Chuchen.
Seeing his body pale from being soaked in seawater, he must have been in there for quite some time.
Wasn't he with the Cult of Spirits? What kind of situation had led him to drift to Qilin Island?
His body wasn't alive; it merely housed his soul temporarily. So now, his body was severely bloated.
Except for his face, the rest of him was twice the size it used to be.
"Is there any hope for him?"
I asked Mu Xuanche, who glanced at me without saying a word.
I had forgotten that he and Chuchen had always been at odds, and this guy was prone to jealousy. My question must have made him unhappy.
However, he didn't take it out on Underground. He reached out to examine Chuchen and then called Bai Qiling.
The burly man helped Bai Qiling carry Chuchen back to his room for treatment, while Mu Xuanche led me back to the wooden cabin.
I felt a bit worried about Chuchen, unsure of what had happened to him that he ended up like this.
But I dared not show my concern. If Mu Xuanche noticed, Chuchen might end up being thrown back into the sea, which would be the worst outcome for him.
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