The two, one big and one small, talked for half an hour. Shangguan Yichen smiled and left the study in a good mood.

Mo Qingcheng took out paper and pen and started writing and drawing until late at night. She yawned and stood up groggily.

He turned around and bumped into a wall of flesh.

"Damn, who is it?"

"It's me!" The man was dressed in a black robe, and his mask emitted a faint glow in the dim light.

"Speak up if you have something to say!" or "Get to the point!"

Mo Qingcheng frowned impatiently. "Are you done yet? I'm not your type. I've said this three times already. Why don't you learn?"

The man's face was as cold as ice as he stared intently at Mo Qingcheng: "Are you avoiding me?"

"You're overthinking it..." Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes, her face full of disgust.

Xuanyuan Lin: "..."

“Young master, you have quite the refined taste, sneaking into a woman’s boudoir in the dead of night…” Mo Qingcheng glanced at the man with a strange look and clicked her tongue: “This hobby… is indeed quite unique.”

“Mo Qingcheng…you…” The man’s face was ashen, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

Mo Qingcheng's alarm bells rang loudly, and she waved her hand, throwing out a handful of powder: "You scoundrel, why are you asking about my background?"

"..." Xuan Yuanlin quickly retreated, but he was still a beat too slow. The corner of his clothes was stained with the medicinal powder and was instantly corroded.

His male pride exploded on the spot. Xuan Yuanlin dodged and stretched out his long arm to grab Mo Qingcheng's neck.

Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched: "Trying to silence me?"

A white shadow flashed, and Bai Yiyi clashed with Xuan Yuanlin's palm, showing no sign of being at a disadvantage.

The sounds of fighting erupted in the courtyard as the young boy clashed with Baili Fengyun and the men brought by Xuanyuan Lin.

Mo Qingcheng snorted, stepped back, leaned against the window, and said lazily, "Bai Yi, give him a good beating."

"Yes!" Bai Yi's lips curled slightly, and he glanced at Xuan Yuanlin with disdain: "A refined scoundrel!"

Xuanyuan Lin: "..."

I've seen people wronged, but I've never seen anyone wronged like this.

Xuanyuan Lin instantly flew into a rage, for some reason wishing he could tear that annoying white figure in front of him to shreds with his own hands.

Bai Yi is agile and his moves are deadly, each one faster and more ruthless than the last.

Xuan Yuanlin was shocked. When did Mo Qingcheng have such a powerful person by her side?

Bai Yi was ruthless and taciturn. Xuan Yuanlin was slightly flustered and almost got stabbed by Bai Yi's sword. He was so angry that his temples throbbed.

"Looks good but is useless!" Bai Yi said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"puff!"

Xuanyuan Lin felt a sharp pain in his chest and almost collapsed to his knees.

Bai Yi chuckled: "Madam, your lover... is really useless, you should just dump him..."

"Cough cough..."

"puff!"

Mo Qingcheng nearly choked on her saliva, and glared angrily at Bai Yi: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xuan Yuanlin's eyes were unfathomable: "Fickle and promiscuous!"

"You fickle woman, your whole family!" Mo Qingcheng flashed forward, and a handful of poison powder swept towards Xuan Yuanlin.

Bai Yi flashed away and retreated rapidly. Xuan Yuanlin was hit and his face turned black.

"Haha, Madam, you've fallen for it. How would you like to punish me?" Bai Yi stretched out his devilish claws to grab Xuan Yuanlin.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred. Xuan Yuanlin raised his hand, and two hidden arrows shot towards Bai Yi's face and throat.

"Watch out!" Mo Qingcheng glanced to the side and, without thinking, decisively made her move. Three darts flew out, knocking down two hidden arrows, while the other one veered off course and reached Xuan Yuanlin's throat in the blink of an eye.

Xuanyuan Lin swung his sword to parry, but Bai Yi's longsword came slashing at an odd angle.

Mo Qingcheng smiled mysteriously: "This lady is giving you a generous gift, you're welcome..."

Long swords, mixed with medicinal powder and silver needles, came flying at once. Xuan Yuanlin's eyes narrowed, and his aura rose steadily.

"Tsk tsk, hiding your true strength?" Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Young master, prepare to be challenged..."