The five sword cultivators in the Godly Realm who had been chasing the two sisters were all their people. The reason they went to such great lengths was so that the Second Prince could be a hero and save the beauty in the end, and win her heart and trust.
Zhao Lingyu said nonchalantly.
"As long as we can obtain the treasure in the ancestral land of the Black-bellied Brocade Spider Clan, even if it means the death of fifty Divine Venerables, let alone five."
The third brother has changed a lot since he came back from the Alchemy Conference, and he is a little confused by him.
In the past, that guy only knew how to make pills, but now he has used military tactics. He doesn't even need to do anything himself, he can kill someone with someone else's knife and wipe out the entire black-bellied spider clan.
He also received news that the imperial concubine seemed to be very optimistic about the third brother.
So, he had to prepare for a rainy day.
“Now that the third brother is able to refine the God-Forging Pill, he is almost the only one who has received the emperor’s favor.
I have to do something, or I'm afraid I won't get the chair anymore."
As he spoke, his hand gradually slid upwards along the black stockings.
"The texture of this black silk that Third Brother developed is better than the previous ones. He really is a genius!"
Xiaoxiang Villa.
After taking the healing pill, Mo Li has completely recovered his human form.
"Sister, I think there's something wrong with the way the Second Prince looks at you."
Mo Xuan didn't notice the hint of jealousy in her sister's tone, and just asked in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"He seems to like you. He always glances at you secretly."
Mo Li's tone was a little sour. She didn't understand why. She and her sister were obviously born of the same mother, but whether in the clan or the men she met, they all liked her sister more than her.
She was fed up with this life of wandering and wanted to live in the palace forever.
But the second prince seemed to be more concerned about his sister, which made her feel even more unbalanced.
Unexpectedly, Mo Xuan did not show any joy, but instead reminded him.
"Have you not noticed that the women in this palace all wear black silk, and it is all woven from the silk spun by our people?"
Mo Li's eyes were a little evasive. Of course she noticed this, but so what?
Just because of this matter, are they going to turn against the Second Prince who saved their lives?
"He is the prince of the Tiansheng Dynasty, so it's understandable that he has some hobbies."
At the same time, a good idea suddenly came to her mind.
Since the second prince likes black stockings, if she wears the black stockings she weaves on her legs, it will definitely attract his attention.
"Besides, he just spent money to buy black silk. Those who hunted our people are the culprits, especially that Li Lingge!"
Unexpectedly, Mo Xuan snorted coldly.
“No buying, no killing.”
She seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with Mo Li, and couldn't help but remind him.
"Don't forget our deep blood feud. Those who like black stockings and those who wear black stockings are all our enemies!"
Mo Li nodded and agreed.
"I remember that."
…
As night fell, the palace gradually became quiet.
The copper bells on the eaves rang softly in the breeze, and the long sound of the night watchman's clapper came from the distance.
In the study, the flickering candlelight cast Zhao Lingyu's slender figure on the carved window lattice.
Mo Li was wearing newly woven black silk. The black gauze, as thin as a cicada's wing, wrapped around her slender legs, making a slight rustling sound as she walked.
She bit her lower lip lightly, her fingertips unconsciously smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles on her skirt, and walked into the study.
The sandalwood floor creaked slightly under her feet, mixed with the faint jasmine scent on her body, and was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Zhao Lingyu was reviewing documents at his desk and only put down the purple-hair brush when he heard the noise.
The candlelight cast shadows of varying depths on his angular face. When he looked up, a hint of surprise flashed across his inky eyes.
"Miss Moli, it's so late, is there something wrong?"
"without."
Mo Li shook her head, her crow-feather eyelashes casting tiny shadows in the candlelight.
She held a celadon teacup in her hand. The tea soup glowed amber in the candlelight, and the curling hot steam carried the unique fragrance of Longjing tea.
Her lotus steps moved lightly, her willow waist swayed slightly, and her moon-white gauze skirt rippled like water with her steps. Her black silk stockings were faintly visible at the slits of the skirt, shining like pearls in the candlelight.
"Your Highness, I cannot repay you for saving my life. Seeing that you have not yet gone to bed late at night, I offer you a cup of tea."
Zhao Lingyu's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the black color. He quickly stood up, and the dark patterns on his black brocade robe glowed with a low-key brilliance as he moved.
When he took the teacup, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of Mo Li's hand. The touch was as smooth as silk, yet with a woman's unique warmth.
Mo Li's heart suddenly trembled, and his fingers curled slightly.
Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and the blush on her cheeks spread all the way to her ears, looking like newly blooming peach blossoms in the candlelight.
"Your Highness, please have some tea."
Her voice was a few notes lower than usual, with a barely perceptible tremor.
Amidst the aroma of tea, Zhao Lingyu noticed the distant mountain-like eyebrows she had specially drawn today, and the light rouge on her lips.
I don't know when the drizzle started outside the window, and the raindrops tapped on the window frame, adding a bit of lingering feeling.
Seeing Mo Li's reluctant but willing attitude, her eyes sparkled and her red lips were slightly pursed under the candlelight. Zhao Lingyu's eyes darkened and he naturally understood her intentions.
The corners of his lips curled slightly, and his fingertips loosened, causing the teacup to fall over instantly, spilling the scalding hot tea onto Mo Li's sleeves.
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