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Fortunately, I reacted quickly and spoke up, "We are from the City Cultural Relics Bureau, under Director Chen. Village Chief, you know how it is with us office workers; we occasionally come out to the countryside. This time, we're here to see if you've discovered any antiques or anything like that."
The village chief immediately showed a relieved expression and smiled broadly.
"Oh, so you're from the Cultural Heritage Bureau! Welcome, welcome! Come, come, there's no guesthouse in the village, so just come to my house."
With that, the village chief led us to his home, his enthusiasm a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.
"Village Chief!"
Just as we were about to enter, a clear voice called out from behind us.
We turned around to see an energetic old man and a young woman walking toward us.
As soon as the village chief saw them, his eyes lit up. He hurriedly approached them and asked, "Have there been any updates on those recent events?"
"All related to that thing; it's truly dreadful. I don't know how it could have come to this," the young woman, who looked about eighteen or nineteen and was quite pretty, replied in a crisp voice while her gaze fell upon our group.
Suddenly, her expression changed slightly as she blurted out, "These people aren't here for..."
"They're from the City Cultural Heritage Bureau; they're here for research," the village chief explained. However, the way the old man and the young woman looked at us still seemed somewhat strange.
Especially the old man; his eyes appeared clouded as if he had cataracts, with a white film covering his eyeballs that made it somewhat unsettling to look at him. He fixed his gaze on me, and I couldn't tell if he could actually see me.
I could vaguely sense that this elder possessed an extraordinary aura; every movement he made carried a certain gravitas.
I was surprised that such a remarkable presence could exist in such a remote place; it struck me as quite odd.
The feng shui of a place directly affects the people living there; the saying "poor mountains and bad waters produce troublesome people" illustrates this principle.
Just a moment ago, I was in this village with its unfavorable feng shui when I suddenly spotted an old man and a remarkably beautiful girl, prompting me to take a second glance.
The girl beside the old man held her head high with an air of arrogance, not bothering to look at us even once.
"You young folks, listen up. It's fine to come to the village, but don't go to the back mountain, understand?"
The old man's sudden warning left us all puzzled.
"Sir, is there a reason we shouldn't go there?" I asked respectfully, as he was an elder.
To my surprise, the old man showed little reaction, but the girl next to him flared up. She glared at me and scolded, "I told you not to go! Why are you asking so many questions?"
She seemed ready to continue her tirade but abruptly stopped, her cheeks flushing with a hint of red.
Following her gaze, I noticed she was fixated on Mu Xuanche, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
From another angle, even with a different appearance, Mu Xuanche remained strikingly handsome. I couldn't help but wonder if she would have rushed over and offered herself had his original face been revealed.
As I stood aside enjoying the spectacle, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a chill in the air. Looking up, I met Mu Xuanche's cold gaze, causing me to instinctively shrink back and move closer to him.
This was a clear sign that he was angry. If I continued to ignore his mood, my fate would likely be quite unpleasant.
Deliberately approaching him, I hooked my arm through his and playfully asked, "Darling, if we can't go to the back mountain because of this old man, can we still see the artifacts?"
"If we can't go there for now, then let's not. The back mountain might not even have any artifacts," he replied.
As soon as Mu Xuanche finished speaking, the village chief immediately chimed in, "This young man makes a good point. Everyone should listen to him. You can stay at my house for the night, and I will take you to see some old houses in the village. You might find something valuable."
With the village chief saying this, the three of us agreed.
"Let's go, Ling'er."
Then came an annoyed voice from an elder. I turned back to glance and met the venomous gaze of that girl.
In just a moment, Mu Xuanche had attracted a rival for my affection. What should I do? Is it that this man's charm is too great?
I shot a cold glance at that girl. If I wasn't afraid of Jin Ping's strength, how could I possibly fear this yellow-haired girl? What a joke.
Following the village chief into the house, he was quite hospitable and arranged for us to have a meal.
When Bai Qiling handed over some funds to the village chief as part of the higher-ups' allocation, her attitude was exceedingly polite, as we couldn't eat the farmers' food for free.
The village chief knew that Mu Xuanche and I were married, so he arranged for us to stay together while Bai Qiling was placed in another room.
To take care of my health, not long after dinner, Mu Xuanche took me back to our room to sleep.
There were no entertainment options in the village, so the village chief didn't mind reminding us to rest well and to speak up if we needed anything.
Lying on the bed, I watched Mu Xuanche change out of his outer garments; it was like admiring a beautiful painting.
Propping myself up on my hands, I asked him, "Are we just going to sleep like this?"
He turned around, his eyes sparkling with laughter as he looked at me. "What else would you like to do?"
Realizing the meaning behind his words, my face flushed bright red, reaching all the way to my ears, and I felt a wave of shyness wash over me.
I never expected this devil to let me off so easily. He actually said to me, "I don't mind, but it seems like this room doesn't have great soundproofing. As long as you don't mind being overheard, it's fine."
His words reminded me of every time I was tormented beneath him, my voice always ending up hoarse from his teasing.
Just thinking about how wicked he was made me furious, and I raised my hand to strike his chest.
But he caught my hand effortlessly, holding it in his palm.
I was so angry that I felt like I was going to burst, yet his next words made all my anger dissipate, leaving only sweetness behind.
"My chest is hard; your hand will hurt."
He placed my hand in his palm and gently stroked it back and forth as if it were a precious treasure.
The man before me was too enchanting; when he turned cold, his aura could freeze anyone, yet when he flirted, he could lift someone to the heavens.
Being with a man like this felt like riding a roller coaster—one moment soaring high, the next plunging into the depths of hell. It was exhilarating.
But at least I had experienced it; that alone was enough, wasn't it?
He lay back on the bed beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist. With a firm tug, I found myself nestled in his embrace.
Like soothing a child, he held me close. His hand gently patted my back in a tender manner, comforting me.
"Go to sleep. We need to get up later. If you plan on coming with me later, then you can skip sleeping."
In an instant, I understood his meaning and without hesitation, I said, "I want to go."
After making my decision, I curled up in his embrace and fell into a peaceful sleep.
This sleep felt particularly safe, and I had no idea how long it lasted.
In the darkness, I sensed someone gently fiddling with my cheek, then tugging at my earlobe with a light touch that was more ticklish than painful.
I struggled to open my eyes. The room was dim, but I could faintly make out the outline of Mu Xuanche.
"What are you doing?" I asked, still groggy and a bit irritable.
"It's time to get up."
His voice was low and particularly pleasant to hear.
I reached out to wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzled my head against him. "No, I want to sleep some more."
I was being playful, trying to evade his grasp.
But he leaned down, pressing his lips close to my ear and deliberately using a magnetic tone to tempt me.
"Wife, if you don't get up now, don't say you regret it later."
I thought about how much I didn't want to regret it; he should be the one taking care of things.
Remembering what needed to be done today, I slowly sat up in bed, letting my head droop as I muttered, "I'm getting up."
Since Mu Xuanche first started dressing me, he has always helped me put on my clothes whenever I get up with him.
At first, I was a bit unaccustomed to it, but I couldn't resist his insistence. Eventually, I got used to it and found myself unable to part with it, sitting quietly as he attended to me.
After a long delay, we were finally pulled out the door. Bai Qiling, who was waiting outside, looked furious when he saw us come out.
He muttered under his breath, "In the gentle embrace of love, heroes become mere shadows; from now on, the king no longer rises early for court."
He casually strung together a few lines of poetry to throw at me; this guy certainly had a sense of humor.
After some commotion, when the time seemed right, everyone set off together toward the back mountain.
I had no idea what kind of scene awaited us there or what dangers might lurk ahead.
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