Since her face recovered, men have been pursuing her one after another. If it weren't for her always having a cold face and not being able to resist knocking down a few of them, she would have had a rare few days of peace and quiet.

"Han Shuang, you're not getting any younger. If you see someone suitable, just marry him." Mo Lan looked at her, her black hair hanging down to her waist, the only accessory being the crystal magnolia hairpin inserted in her hair bun.

“I think this is great, just like the boss, free and unrestrained.” Han Shuang sat down opposite Mo Lan and spoke casually.

"Alright, alright, don't follow my example. I'm a staunch bachelor and have no intention of getting married. Don't forget, you still have the music troupe. Don't you want to pass it on to your son and daughter?" The two are in different situations, one is a native and the other is an outsider, so their mindsets are different.

Hearing the boss's reminder, Han Shuang rarely showed a slight smile. "With the boss as an example, I am now looking for a suitable successor. As long as they are capable and of good character, they do not necessarily have to be blood relatives."

Mo Lan: "..."

Is this because I'm influenced by myself?

Just then, Song Jian, dressed in purple, arrived with Da Peng and the others.

"The boss is really taking it easy."

"You're the famous King of the Northeast now, why are you still calling yourself 'boss'?" The aura one cultivates varies depending on one's position. At this moment, Song Jian was surrounded by a purple aura, exuding natural nobility.

"Boss is teasing me again. No matter what happens to us in the future, you will always be our boss." Song Jian sat down to the side, greeted Han Shuang, and then explained his purpose, "Qin Su's people have already spread the news of Boss's return. I wonder what Boss's plans are?"

After all these years of growth, he is no longer the innocent young man he once was.

"Ignore it, whether you see them or not, the result will be the same."

It's just that with the passage of time, some of her old feelings have become stubbornness. As for how much Qin Su loves her, it's not accurate to say that. As far as she knows, Qin Su's harem has never been empty over the years.

Han Shuang stared at her boss, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Although the King of Qin has four women in his harem, the position of Empress has always been vacant. Boss, do you think he...?"

Before Han Shuang could finish speaking, Mo Lan interrupted her, "Qin Su and I can only be friends in this life, nothing more. As for his vacant position as empress, that's because he hasn't met the right woman yet."

Even if you have a strong attachment in your heart, it's just an attachment.

Hearing Mo Lan's tone, everyone sighed silently, but considering their boss's temper, they could understand.

She's clearly a queen, how could she possibly compete for favor with a bunch of women? Why would she confine herself to the backyard?

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Mo Lan was completely at ease with Song Jian. Having prepared ample supplies, Mo Lan was ready to head south and then go to sea. She wanted to see what was happening on the other side of the sea.

This time, she didn't plan to bring anyone.

But as soon as she stepped out of the city gate, she was blocked by people.

Looking at Qin Su standing before her, Mo Lan was taken aback. "Your obsession runs deeper than I expected."

Qin Su looked at Mo Lan and couldn't help but frown. "As far as I know, you've only been back for a little over a month, and you want to leave again?"

“You guessed right, he’s used to being wild and can’t stay still.” Mo Lan, riding on her horse, waved her teaching whip. “There’s a pavilion up ahead, let’s go sit down.”

We're old friends, after all. It's only natural to catch up after so many years.