Chapter 200 She felt as if an arrow had been shot into her chest, and it was poisoned.
Shen Yuepo was about to ignore the farce next door and drag Feng Jin to find Li Yao.
The tightly closed door next door creaked open.
Meng Guichen walked out, having already regained her captivating and alluring demeanor.
She raised her hand and gracefully brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
She then straightened up and gave a graceful bow to Feng Jin and Shen Yuepo, who were standing side by side at the door of the next room. Her posture was respectful yet charming.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Her voice was soft and charming, with the languid tone unique to Meng Po, but without a trace of frivolity.
Feng Jin nodded slightly, expressionless, in response.
His gaze swept over Meng Guichen, recalling the commotion he had just heard. His thin lips parted slightly, and the words he uttered carried undisguised disdain:
"Tsk, Meng Guichen."
His tone was calm, but his words were extremely damaging: "After years of living among mortals, you can't even take down a mere mortal?"
The implication is that if you can't even win over a man, you're utterly useless as Meng Po (the goddess of forgetfulness in Chinese mythology).
Meng Guichen: "..."
Her charming smile froze on her face instantly.
Even though she was used to seeing all sorts of things and had developed a thick skin, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning when her boss mocked her to her face.
I wanted to refute them, but what they said was the truth. I felt a lump in my throat, and it was hard to breathe.
Upon seeing this, a hint of a smile flashed across Shen Yuepo's eyes.
She released Feng Jin's hand and said to Meng Guichen and Feng Jin, "You two talk first."
After saying that, without waiting for a response, he walked straight into Lin Yanxin's room.
Inside the room, Lin Yanxin had just hurriedly tightened her belt, her face still flushed and her hair a mess.
Seeing Shen Yuepo enter, he immediately felt like he had found his pillar of support, but also felt a bit embarrassed about being caught red-handed.
For once, Shen Yuepo's eyes held a playful smile. She looked Lin Yanxin up and down before slowly speaking:
"No wonder he was so anxious on the phone yesterday, insisting that I come back."
She deliberately dragged out her words, "So you wanted me to come back and help you cover up your romantic entanglements, so you could easily slip away and avoid trouble?"
Lin Yanxin's face flushed red again from her blunt teasing, and she stiffened her neck:
"What nonsense are you talking about! I told you to come back and deliver Li Yao! It's important! Don't you understand what's important?!"
Shen Yuepo raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on a red lipstick mark near his ear on his cheek.
"Oh? To Li Yao... Okay. But first, wipe the lipstick mark off your face?"
"W-what mark?!" Lin Yanxin was stunned. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face and felt a slightly slippery texture. Her heart skipped a beat.
He rushed to the mirror and peered closely.
In the mirror, apart from his flushed face and messy hair, his cheeks were clean; there was no lipstick mark at all.
"Sinking Moon Soul!" Lin Yanxin instantly realized she'd been tricked again, and jumped up in anger, pointing at her and accusing, "You lied to me again!"
Just then, a charming voice tinged with anger rang out from the doorway: "How dare you! Lin Yanxin! What kind of attitude is this? How dare you speak to our Empress?!"
Meng Guichen and Feng Jin also came in.
Lin Yanxin was stunned by Meng Guichen's sudden rebuke and the title "Emperor and Empress," her mind going blank for a moment: "Emperor...Emperor and Empress? Who? Little Moon?"
He looked blankly at Shen Yuepo, then at the man beside her whose presence was so overwhelming it was suffocating.
An absurd and terrifying thought popped into my head uncontrollably.
Feng Jin remained indifferent, but Chen Yuepo naturally took Feng Jin's hand and calmly introduced him to the stunned Lin Yanxin:
"Well, let me introduce you. My fiancé is Feng Jin."
Fiancé... Ashes...
Lin Yanxin felt as if her mind had been struck by lightning, leaving her completely scorched.
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened unconsciously wide enough to fit an egg.
“Feng…Feng Jin? Surname Feng…Mo, could it be…” Lin Yanxin stammered, her tongue seemingly tied in knots.
He suddenly moved closer to Shen Yuepo, wanting to grab her shoulders and shake her to get some answers, but he pulled his hand back halfway as if he had been electrocuted, as if afraid of being crushed by some terrifying being.
He looked at Chen Yuepo, then at Feng Jin, and finally, in disbelief, pinched his thigh hard.
"hiss!"
A sharp pain shot through me—it was real! Not a dream!
Lin Yanxin clutched her thigh, which she had pinched painfully, and stood there frozen for several seconds.
After holding it in for a long time, he finally said to Shen Yuepo from the bottom of his heart, "...Little Moon, you're something else!"
The tone was full of admiration, as if to say, "You actually managed to seduce the biggest boss in the underworld?"
Watching Lin Yanxin's silly expression, Meng Guichen couldn't help but roll his eyes and mutter under his breath, "Pathetic..."
Feng Jin didn't seem to care much about Lin Yanxin's reaction. His gaze fell on Shen Yuepo, and he was clearly pleased with her calling him "fiancé," his smile undisguised.
This was the first time Meng Guichen had seen Feng Jin smile like that; the curve of his lips was so gentle it was almost eerie.
Even his usually aloof features were softened by a touch of tenderness.
She couldn't help but blurt out, "Your Majesty, your smile like that..." She paused, then fearlessly added, "is worthless."
The air froze instantly.
Feng Jin slowly turned his face, his eyes, which had been filled with tenderness just moments before, now as cold as ice.
His thin lips parted slightly, and every word he uttered was shrouded in a chilling aura:
"Ha. What right does a ghost messenger who has been wandering among mortals for hundreds of years, unable to even subdue a mere mortal, have to criticize me?"
It's brimming with sarcasm.
Meng Guichen: "..."
She felt as if an arrow had been shot into her chest, and it was poisoned.
The Emperor's mouth is more venomous than his Netherworld Divine Fire.
Meng Guichen clutched her chest and took a half-step back. She opened her mouth, but only managed to utter one sentence:
"Your Majesty, no wonder Shen Tu said your mouth... is more poisonous than the broth from the Meng Po soup cooked with a bull's head..."
At that moment, Shen Tu in Fengdu suddenly jolted awake, and his phone fell to the ground with a "thud".
He suddenly sneezed, his eyes darting around suspiciously: "Which blind fool is talking about me behind my back...?"
Shen Yuepo automatically ignored the childish bickering of the two "big shots" beside him and turned to Lin Yanxin, who had finally recovered slightly from the shock and was frantically tidying up her messy hair.
"Where is Li Yao?" Shen Yuepo asked directly. "Wasn't it said that her soul had recovered?"
Lin Yanxin smoothed his upturned ahoge (cowlick), cleared his throat, and tried to regain some of his senior brother's authority:
"Oh, her! She's in the front hall. I cut out a body for her using the finest spiritual paper and attached it to her. She's... well, she should be helping to greet the worshippers in the front hall now!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Looking at Lin Yanxin's matter-of-fact attitude, a vein throbbed on her forehead: "I asked you to take care of her, and you just treat her like a free laborer?"
"Hey, little moon, don't wrong an innocent person!" Lin Yanxin immediately protested, pointing towards the front hall, "I didn't force her, she insisted on it herself!"
"She said that after lying in the soul bottle for so long, she wanted to experience the warmth of human life. Besides,"
He pointed towards the front hall, "With this fool from Longhu Mountain... oops! Fellow Daoist Zhang watching over things, what could possibly happen?"
Mentioning Zhang Qingyuan, Lin Yanxin immediately perked up and showered Shen Yuepo with praise:
"But speaking of which, Little Moon, this Fellow Daoist Zhang you sent over is truly capable!"
"He does everything from cleaning the courtyard and carrying incense and candles to interpreting fortune sticks for worshippers! And the most amazing thing is that he enjoys it immensely! He really loves it!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Longhu Mountain is really... wasting such a treasure! If only it could stay in our Xujing Temple, the revival of Xujing Temple would be just around the corner!" Lin Yanxin said with a regretful expression, as if she had lost a hundred million.
Shen Yuepo: "..."
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