"No." The man in black answered, paused for a moment, and then continued, "Master, you've handed over all the other forces to the Crown Prince. If the Crown Prince turns against you in the future, then you..."
What should I do?
"You don't need to worry about that. Keep a close eye on North Korea's movements, and make sure they don't find me, understand?"
"Yes." After the man in black answered, Mo Yan turned and went back into his room.
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The next day, when Wan Ge woke up, Mo Yan had not gone out, and there were many exquisite pastries on the table.
On the table to the side, there were several bolts of valuable fabric.
"Brother? What's going on? Has Mo Yan suddenly become powerful again?"
Mo Yan reached out and pulled her into his arms, then said, "Wange, shall we leave here the day after tomorrow? I've already found a new place to stay."
"Okay, so where are we going?"
"Let's go to Xixia. It's spring-like there all year round, with beautiful scenery, and it's a very pleasant place to live." And right now, it's the season when all the flowers are in full bloom.
"Okay." Wan Ge leaned against him obediently. For some reason, she felt that Mo Yan was no longer the gentle and refined scholar she had initially imagined.
And what happened to the promise that he'd be even more rigid and inflexible than Qin Yu? It hasn't been long, and he's already eloped with her. Looking at his completely unrepentant attitude, he's hardly someone who adheres to traditional values.
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Wan Ge and Mo Yan traveled south for half a month before finally arriving at Xixia.
On the very day she arrived, a torrential downpour began, and Wan Ge was woken up by the thunder in the middle of the night.
She wasn't afraid of thunder at all, but when she thought about how the closest thing she had ever been to Mo Yan was their last kiss, and that they usually only had hugs and nothing else intimate, she realized that they hadn't done anything particularly intimate with each other.
So, Wan Ge knocked directly on Mo Yan's door.
Mo Yan opened the door and saw Wan Ge standing pitifully at her door, dressed in her nightgown.
As soon as Mo Yan opened the door, Wan Ge threw herself into his arms: "Husband, I'm scared, can I sleep with you?"
Upon hearing the word "husband," Mo Yan felt he simply couldn't refuse.
Even when Wan Ge lay down next to him, Mo Yan's mind was still blank.
Wan Ge leaned gently against him, her hand landing directly on his abdomen. She touched it a couple of times and felt that it felt nice.
But a moment later, Mo Yan grabbed her hand, his ears still burning red. "Wange, stop fooling around."
"What nonsense! I was just touching my husband, is that too much to ask?" Wan Ge replied gently with a smile, her clear and melodious voice even more pleasant than the gentle strains of a zither.
"We are not married yet, it's not possible." Mo Yan tried his best to restrain himself.
He never imagined that his self-control would be so poor; Wange only touched him slightly, and he was already almost unable to control himself.
Wan Ge leaned close to his ear, her breath brushing against his face: "But I've already called him my husband. Does it really matter whether we're married or not?"
"Wange, you provoked me first." Mo Yan turned around and pinned her down.
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After that day, Mo Yan kept preparing for the wedding. Even though it was in an unfamiliar place and there were no relatives or friends around, Mo Yan was determined to have a grand wedding.
The people in the city knew nothing about Mo Yan, assuming he was just a young master from a wealthy family who had moved there. This young master was extremely handsome, but unfortunately he already had a fiancée and was preparing to get married; otherwise, everyone would want to establish a connection with him.
Mo Yan never expected that two days before the wedding, when the red cloth was hung all over the mansion, Wan Ge said to him, "Brother A Yan, let's go back. His Highness the Crown Prince is in danger."
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