Chapter Sixty-Seven: An Uncontrolled Kiss

These words, carrying boundless killing intent and an aura of annihilation, struck Mu Yuan's eardrums with pinpoint accuracy.

Mu Yuan froze abruptly. The fury in his voice was something he had never felt from Mu Cenlin before, even surpassing the killing intent on the battlefield, carrying pure murderous intent.

The obsession and greed on his face froze instantly, turning into a deathly pale expression of extreme terror.

Mu Yuan turned around abruptly and met Mu Cenlin's bloodshot eyes, which were almost dripping with blood. His heart nearly stopped beating.

The overwhelming fear instantly cleared his mind, which had been clouded by desire, but it also made his limbs go limp. His hand, frozen in mid-air, retracted, and his tongue stammered, unable to utter a complete explanation: "Brother... I... it wasn't... it was Kang Ning..."

Meanwhile, outside the guest room door.

A group of people, led by the Empress Dowager, Li Xiangyuan, Wang Qingzhi, Wang Zheng, and Kang Ning, whose face was pale but whose excitement could not be concealed, arrived just in time.

They were followed by many guests who wanted to see what was going on.

However, they were all firmly blocked outside the courtyard gate by two tall and aloof figures!

Feng Li and Zhu Zhi stood like two guardian deities, their faces ashen, their hands on their swords, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

"His Highness has ordered that no one is allowed to enter!" Feng Li's voice was cold and hard, leaving no room for negotiation.

"How dare you! You even dare to stop me?!" the Empress Dowager roared.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! The Prince is dealing with family matters and may disturb Your Majesty's presence!" Zhu Zhi spoke respectfully, but did not move an inch, his attitude resolute.

Li Xiangyuan was sweating profusely with anxiety, while Wang Qingzhi was so frightened that she almost fainted, clinging tightly to Wang Zheng's arm.

Wang Zheng's face was ashen. He looked at the two people blocking his way, then at the wide-open door that emitted an eerie silence. His fists were clenched tightly, but he ultimately did not force his way in. He trusted Mu Cen's decision at this moment.

"Let me in! That's my older sister!" Li Yu, like an enraged leopard, tried to squeeze through the gap between Feng Li and Zhu Zhi, her eyes bloodshot and her face full of panic and worry. "Has something happened to her?! Let me in!"

Feng Li parried his attack without hesitation with his sword sheath, his voice icy: "Young master, step back! His Highness has ordered that no one is allowed to enter!"

"Why won't you let me in! That's my older sister!" Li Yu tried to rush forward regardless, but Wang Zheng grabbed her tightly.

"Yu'er! Calm down!" Wang Zheng roared, his voice equally tense. He had to stop this reckless young man; the situation inside was unclear, and he couldn't let him cause trouble. "Follow Your Highness's orders!"

Li Yu struggled in Wang Zheng's arms. He wasn't anxious, but angry and resentful that he couldn't protect his sister.

Kang Ning craned his neck to look inside, feeling both fear and anticipation, hoping to see Li Bao'er's reputation ruined.

The commotion and argument outside could be faintly heard inside.

Mu Cenlin seemed not to hear at all; his gaze remained fixed on Li Bao'er.

When he saw the unnatural red mark on her neck, the veins in his fists bulged beneath his wedding dress.

The powerful internal force spread out completely, and in just an instant, Mu Yuan clutched his chest in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even Yuan Ting, who was following the prince, frowned in discomfort. Mu Cenlin simply gave Yuan Ting, who rushed in right behind him, a cold look.

Yuan Ting immediately understood and turned around without hesitation. With a clang, his sharp blade was drawn and placed directly against Mu Yuan's neck as he struggled to get up from the ground! The sharp blade instantly pressed a line of blood, scaring Mu Yuan so much that he dared not move at all, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"Your Highness..." Yuan Ting said in a low voice, awaiting the next instruction.

Controlling Mu Yuan is the top priority at present.

Mu Cenlin himself strode to the bedside, his movements even carrying a caution that was completely different from his current violent aura. He took off his wedding robe, wrapped Li Bao'er up tightly, and then picked her up horizontally.

He slowly turned around and looked down at the shadowy figures outside the courtyard gate.

Mu Cenlin knew that countless eyes were waiting to see the show, and this time, his voice clearly reached the ears of everyone outside the courtyard:

"Yuan Ting, keep a close eye on him. If he dares to make any rash moves, kill him without mercy."

"Feng Li, Zhu Zhi, guard this place. Anyone who dares to take a single step will be punished as an accomplice!"

The order was given, ruthless and unquestionable.

After saying that, he stopped looking at anyone, picked up Li Bao'er, and with a light tap of his toe, flew out of this filthy place and headed straight for the real bridal chamber.

His top priority now is to confirm her safety.

This leaves a huge suspense for everyone behind them.

The Empress Dowager watched Mu Cenlin's departing figure and the tightly wrapped figure in his arms, her expression shifting in a complex way.

Li Xiangyuan's face was ashen, and Wang Qingzhi almost collapsed in Wang Zheng's arms.

Kang Ning stared wide-eyed in disbelief; things... seemed to be developing in a completely different direction than she had anticipated! Mu Cenlin's reaction was terrifying, too calm, and also too... protective of that bitch!

He hurried along, ignoring all the servants kneeling and trembling along the way, and went straight back to the newlywed room in the main courtyard that had already been prepared.

With a "bang," he kicked the door open and then slammed it shut behind him.

Red candles burned brightly in the bridal chamber, their warm light illuminating the festive red hues of the room. The brocade quilt adorned with mandarin ducks and the wine jug were arranged perfectly.

Mu Cenlin quickly walked to the bedside and placed the person in his arms on the bed covered with a bright red wedding quilt.

Only now, in a completely safe and private space, did the terrifying murderous aura around him subside slightly, replaced by a lingering fear.

Even he didn't realize how afraid he was of something happening to her.

Mu Cenlin's gaze was fixed on Li Bao'er's pale face. Only then did he notice that he had been unconsciously clutching the red veil that Mu Yuan had thrown to the ground.

Mu Cenlin gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Li Bao'er's neck with his fingertips. He checked her pulse; her breathing was even, but she had fainted due to a heavy blow to the back of her neck.

After confirming that she had only been knocked unconscious and was otherwise unharmed, he felt a little relieved. Immediately, his gaze was drawn to her again and he could not look away.

Without the veil covering her face, he could finally see how beautiful she was beneath it.

Li Bao'er lay quietly on the crimson brocade quilt, her long, black hair spreading out like clouds, making her small face appear even paler, yet also more exquisite. Normally, she was like a lotus emerging from clear water, carrying an air of aloofness and illness; but now, with her wedding makeup still on, she possessed a striking, vibrant beauty, breathtaking and captivating enough to make any man lose his composure.

Mu Cenlin's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

As if possessed, his mind suddenly flashed back to that day at the autumn hunting grounds, when he was driven by some inexplicable emotion and kissed her domineeringly... The soft, warm touch of their lips touching at that time seemed to transcend time and space and reappear clearly once again.

His breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes darkened, and slowly, Mu Cen leaned down almost uncontrollably, approaching those lips that gleamed alluringly in the candlelight.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of mimosa and her faint, unique fragrance.

Then, he suddenly seized those two soft pieces, and what broke through the soil was a kind of throbbing that was unfamiliar to him.

Mu Cenlin's hands unconsciously cupped her cheeks, his thumb stroking her delicate skin without his conscious mind.

Li Bao'er seemed to feel unwell while unconscious, letting out a very soft whimper and her brows furrowed slightly.

The faint groan was like a thunderclap, abruptly pulling Mu Cenlin back from the brink of losing control.

He reacted as if burned, abruptly pulling away from her lips, straightening up, his breathing still erratic, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of... disarray.

What is he doing?!

Taking advantage of someone's vulnerability?