As Mi Linglong approached Mu Zi'an, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat romantic.
Despite it being the dead of winter, Mu Zian felt intensely hot.
Even after drinking that cup of tea, I still feel thirsty and parched.
At this moment, Mi Linglong, who was sitting opposite Mu Zian, was also clearly acting strangely.
Her originally fair cheeks had turned somewhat rosy, and her breathing had become quite heavy.
In an instant, Mu Zian suddenly recalled that he felt the same way that night in Luzhou.
When did I get infected again?
Mu Zian's gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the cup of tea.
Seemingly noticing Mu Zian's gaze, Mi Linglong spoke without any hesitation.
"I never expected the Hehuan Powder from Liuzangtang to be so effective."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Zian reached out and grabbed Mi Linglong by the neck. Before he even exerted any force, Mi Linglong's eyes had already begun to mist over.
"What exactly do you want?"
Despite having her neck gripped, Mi Linglong showed no sign of struggling; she simply looked at Mu Zi'an and smiled.
"Cooperation is the natural choice."
At this moment, Mu Zian felt as if some dormant beasts within his body were about to awaken.
"How much did you add?"
This feeling was more intense than the one Ning Hongchen had experienced back then.
Mi Linglong seemed to be choking and struggling to breathe, but the smile on her lips did not disappear at all.
"How can we underestimate the Duke of Zhenguo?"
"I don't even know how much medicine is inside that tea cake after it's been repeatedly dried, but it's definitely more than ten times the amount."
Mu Zian stood there, stunned, a surge of intense desire welling up inside him like a flood.
Why do women these days like this kind of style?
Mu Zian released his grip, and Mi Linglong landed heavily on the ground, her black robe slipping off her shoulder to reveal a glimpse of spring.
"Cough cough, I didn't expect the reaction to the antidote to be so severe. The Duke of Zhenguo truly has great self-control."
Mi Linglong was panting heavily. She had taken the antidote beforehand, but she hadn't expected the drug to be so potent.
In contrast, although Mu Zian's face was flushed and burning, he remained as still as a mountain and showed no sign of turning into a wild beast.
Mu Zian clenched his fists, trying his best to suppress the heat within his body, and then asked in a cold voice.
"You are a remnant of the previous dynasty, and I am the current Duke. We are also enemies who killed our fathers and destroyed our country. What is there to cooperate about?"
Mi Linglong got up from the ground, and then her body went limp as she straddled Mu Zian's lap like a plaster.
Inside the small room, Mi Linglong's rapid breathing, mixed with a faint fragrance, wafted over.
Isn't the adult world all about self-interest?
With a thud, the embroidered shoe landed on the ground, and a pair of long, beautiful legs wrapped around it like two white pythons.
Her arms gently caressed Mu Zi'an's chest, her hands slender and graceful, her ten fingers long and jade-like, her knuckles seemingly hidden, like meticulously carved mutton-fat jade.
A faint blush of pink tinge emanated from her fingertips, like blooming cherry blossom petals.
Mi Linglong continued, her eyes slightly unfocused.
"You don't understand the emperor on the dragon throne in your Great Li."
"When it comes to hypocrisy and cruelty, he is no less than any emperor in history."
"He is far superior to the rulers of the northern kingdoms in his ability to use cunning and wickedness."
"Such a person is too scheming, too murderous, and too lucky."
"He has seized the secrets of these three things, so he will definitely not live a long life."
As she spoke, a blush crept onto Mi Linglong's cheeks.
A fine layer of sweat glistened, resembling sparkling diamonds in the candlelight.
"Where will Young Master Mu go if the new emperor ascends the throne?"
Mi Linglong asked the same question as Jia Xu: how to survive in this era.
Mu Zian is too young. Given enough time, he will inevitably become a powerful minister who can control everything.
History has long told everyone that powerful ministers rarely have a good ending.
Planning for defeat before planning for victory is crucial; in politics, no one can remain favored forever.
Moreover, he was a powerful minister who could potentially usurp the emperor's power.
Mi Linglong grabbed Mu Zian's hand and pressed it against her cheek.
A burning sensation emanated from her palm; it felt as if a raging flame was burning within Mi Linglong's body.
It gave her originally fair skin a touch of pink.
Mu Zian had naturally already planned his escape route.
From the moment she established the Beggars' Army, she was planning a way out for herself.
To change this era is to inevitably become its enemy.
Enemies and friends are both temporary.
Only when you possess the power to sweep across the entire world can you have true confidence.
With this thought in mind, Mu Zian grabbed Mi Linglong and pinned her down.
The scalding breath hit me like a dam releasing a flood.
What do you want?
Mi Linglong rested her hands on Mu Zian's chest, her hazy eyes revealing a hint of longing.
"I need you to help me seize power. I want a chance to live an honest life."
"I don't want to become their tool for restoring their country, nor do I want to become their captive for marriage alliances because of their so-called ideals."
Over the years, Mi Linglong has endured far too much for someone her age to bear in order to restore her kingdom.
These remnants of the former Chu dynasty lived like rats in the sewers.
Every day they live in fear, never knowing when they will be captured and killed.
Mi Linglong had had enough of this kind of life.
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