Yin Changling's thoughts were interrupted by Wan Qijin, and the images in his mind could not be connected, so he couldn't remember anything in the end.
However, seeing the Grand Preceptor spitting blood, he himself panicked.
"Your Excellency, are you feeling alright?"
It wasn't that Yin Changling was too oblivious to Wan Qijin's murderous intent; it was simply that he trusted the Imperial Advisor and was unwilling to consider that possibility.
He was still concerned about Wan Qijin's health, and his eyes showed undisguised worry, which was genuine.
Tu Shan Lingxi was terrified. Although Wan Qijin yelled at her to stop her from transforming and casting spells, the little fox did not give up.
She was in Wan Qijin's arms, her little paws clinging tightly to his clothes as she climbed up, settling on his shoulder, and mimicking how men usually patted Wan Qijin's back.
"Awoo awoo~"
Sir, Sir~
As if sensing the little fox's anxiety, Wan Qijin tried to withdraw his killing intent, calm his anger, and barely steadied his mind.
He knew he was being comforted by the little fox, whose tiny paws were patting his back gently, just like he usually did.
Xi'er is concerned about herself.
Realizing the problem, Wan Qijin paused, patted the little fox's head, and turned to Yin Changling, speaking coldly.
"Your Majesty, please do not seek out the little fox again. She is young and shy, and may easily scratch or bite Your Majesty."
"Please don't be offended, Imperial Advisor. I just wanted to tease the little fox for a while. I meant no harm."
Yin Changling was unusually good-tempered. If it were any other time, and these words were spoken by some ministers, he would be grateful if he didn't execute the entire family.
However, he was always exceptionally easy to talk to when facing the Imperial Preceptor, and his temperament was relatively mild.
But Wan Qijin showed no mercy. He was most wary of Yin Changling. No one in the world could take the little fox away except for this person.
How could he not be worried?
"Your Majesty, I understand your good intentions, but your health is precious and cannot be harmed in the slightest. Moreover, Your Majesty is not young anymore, so it would be better for you to marry and have children as soon as possible."
Wan Qijin didn't want to bring this up, but seeing Yin Changling always coveting his little fox, he felt uneasy.
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Yin Changling to react, he picked up the little fox and left on his own.
Only Yin Changling was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.
"Marrying a wife and having children? Why is this Imperial Advisor advising me on that? Could it be that he is about to have his own wedding and can't stand seeing me, a lonely old man, alone?"
After muttering to himself, Yin Changling stared blankly at the withered flowers in front of him for a while before returning to his guest room.
Although he did not know the Grand Preceptor's intentions, Wan Qijin's words still stirred up memories in his dream.
Yin Changling still remembers that dream clearly. The woman seemed very hot, wearing only a white, sheer dress that vaguely revealed her charm.
He tried to lower the woman's fever, but nothing worked. Even though the palace was filled with ice basins, the woman's body continued to burn with fever.
Yin Changling's memories end here.
He always dreamed of that strange woman, but the scenes in each dream were roughly the same, except that everything in the dream seemed to be getting clearer and clearer.
Previously, Yin Changling could only dream of a blurry figure, but now, he can even dream of the ice basin in the palace.
He now believes that if he waits a little longer, he will definitely find her, and she will definitely be waiting for him.
If things continue like this, will he ever truly see the woman's face, find her successfully, marry her as his queen, and have children with her?
Thinking of this, Yin Changling's somewhat depressed mood improved a little.
That must be true.
He had previously considered asking the imperial advisor to help him expel the nightmares, but now it seems better not to.
He should keep this dream; sooner or later he will find his own little queen.
...
Unbeknownst to Yin Changling, his little queen was currently trapped in Wan Qijin's arms, oblivious to the passage of time!
As night deepened, unspeakable sounds emanated from the Imperial Advisor's bedroom, igniting an ambiguous atmosphere.
"I'm going to sleep, I'm sleepy..."
Tu Shan Lingxi still had wet tear stains on her face. She spoke in a coquettish voice, and her childish voice with a sob in it made the Grand Preceptor even more unable to resist.
Wan Qijin's dark purple eyes flashed with anger. He didn't want to give the little fox a chance to escape. His white hair, damp with sweat, drooped slightly.
His expression was inscrutable, and his tone was somewhat off, but the little fox, whose mind was a complete mess, couldn't understand a thing.
"Xi'er, why are you licking other people's boots? You're clearly my little fox, why are you so easily seduced by other wild men~"
"Oh, no."
Tu Shan Lingxi had already gone through a round of "torture" and was now exhausted. Her mind was completely blank, so she had no time to listen to what he was saying.
"I'm so tired..."
"Xi'er, answer me obediently, why did you lick that man's face just now? Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?"
Wan Qijin would not let this little fox go easily. He knew that humans and animals had different habits, and if the little fox was kidnapped because of this, he would have no way to complain.
As he thought this, his slender fingers gently parted the woman's hair, revealing her smooth face and her alluring, rosy lips.
Wan Qijin's large hand moved to her lips, his fingertips gently tracing them. He didn't do anything, yet the little fox blushed easily.
"Just now... it seems he guessed that I am a demon. I just wanted to please him so that he wouldn't kill the fox."
Tu Shan Lingxi blushed and, after being reminded by the man, tried hard to recall what she had done.
She blinked her big eyes, looked at Wan Qijin, and smiled shyly, looking somewhat guilty and ingratiating.
"I'm just afraid he'll eat fox meat!"
Tu Shan Lingxi had a chance to catch her breath. When she said this, she had obviously thought of the Grand Preceptor's request to stay away from that man.
Looking at the girl's guilty expression, Wan Qijin suddenly and skillfully grabbed her waist with his large hand, and with a quick movement, they were together.
"Hmm~"
Caught off guard, Tu Shan Lingxi let out a soft groan, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise. Hadn't the Imperial Preceptor had enough?
Wan Qijin answered her with her actions: It's not enough, of course it's not enough!
Tu Shan Lingxi is his beloved, so of course he can't spoil her enough; in fact, he might even feel that he hasn't loved her enough!
However, what troubled the Grand Preceptor was that his Xi'er was always involved with other men and didn't know how to avoid suspicion, always finding other reasons to interact with them.
Flowers certainly deserve the nourishment of the most fertile soil, but he only wants to keep them confined to his own territory.
The man didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his thoughts. His eyes grew increasingly dark, and he secretly made up his mind to do it.
The little fox can only be his...
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