those swords that can cut through iron like mud, this long whip is in no way inferior, and it seems even sharper. 。Fu Ziheng couldn't believe his eyes. He crouched down and picked up the broken piece...In the most luxurious inn of Yun Cheng Dong, there was an open-air bath that stretched three zhang long and wide. A white mist rose from the pool. A man leaned against the pool wall with his back to the door, his back partially hidden.

Qin Luo'yan gently lifted her skirt, slowly squatting behind him. A pair of jade hands softly caressed his back.

Before she could even make out the face of the person in front of her, a sharp "snap" echoed from her shoulder. A powerful hand seized her wrist and forcefully dragged her into the bathtub.

"My lord, you seem quite anxious." She spoke calmly, without a hint of anger, as if she were simply stating an indifferent fact.

The guard said, "You have a fondness for me" Fu Zi Mo pressed Qin Luo Yan's rounded shoulders with one hand and lifted her chin with the other.

Qin Luo yan raised her head following the force of his finger, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"No, to be precise, I want to sleep with you."

For Qin Luoyan, liking and sleeping are still very different things.

However, to her surprise, this Xuanwu King Fu Zi Mo was truly as rumored, possessing a handsome face.

Below a pair of sword brows are eyes so mysterious that one can't help but want to look deeper. The lips, too, are just the right amount of moist and well-shaped; too thick would be unnatural, too thin, lacking in substance.

"Slept with me Now that's a novel accusation." His voice, magnetic and devoid of emotion.

"There are still many fresh things, Your Highness, please don't worry, I will slowly... make them for you to see."

Qin Luoyan was still smiling, her smile even more alluring than before. She recalled the movements and expressions of the female leads in those island nation romantic action films.

She proactively brought her cheek against his palm, rubbing her smooth skin against his rough hand. Then, she followed along the edge of his palm and took his fingers into her mouth...

The soft tip of the tongue enveloped the hot finger, the man's eyes darkened, and the depths of his gaze grew a few shades deeper.

A veil of mist hung heavy, leaving the two drenched from head to toe. As their skin brushed against each other, a spark of desire ignited between them.

Everything just happened so naturally.

When the tearing pain came from her body, Qin Luoyan could only scream in her heart: "Damn it, all the good cabbage has been trampled by pigs!"

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After a gust of cold wind at midnight, the lanterns on the wooden staircase were blown out.

A guard took a flint and steel, climbed onto a stool to prepare to relight the lantern. A creak echoed from the second floor as a door opened, and a woman with a graceful figure walked out of the room.

She was dressed in a man's loose robe, with a fur cloak over it. The guards felt a twinge of familiarity as they looked at the cloak, and upon closer inspection, their flint dropped to the ground in fear.

That fur cloak was the most beloved of his family's lord!

It is said that once a maidservant accidentally spilled some water on the cloak, and was crippled as punishment. There are even rumors that no one other than the lord himself is allowed to touch his cloak!

Now, the cloak was upon this woman.

Qin Luoyan shut the door gently with her backhand, then walked down the steps calmly in the surprised gaze of the guard.

She yawned, her steps unsteady as she descended the stairs. Her mind drifted involuntarily to the scene from the bathtub to the bed just moments ago, and her face flushed again with a rapid heartbeat.

After several rounds of struggles, she was left with barely any strength in her bones. Only when the man finally fell asleep from exhaustion did she manage to get up and crawl away, her body aching with fatigue.

The maidservant Wutong waited in a corner of the courtyard. When she saw her come out, she immediately went up to greet her. Seeing her wearing men's clothes, her nose soured, and she was left with only a choked sob.

"I didn't cry, why are you crying Come on, I'm tired, let's go home and take a shower."

Qin LuoYan shook her head, grabbed Wutong's hand and walked out of the courtyard.

The maidservant Wu Tong, who followed Qin Luoyan, couldn't bear the guards' blatant stares. She choked back tears and said: "Miss, after tonight, your life will truly be ruined. I know you must be very heartbroken too..."

"Sad! Sad about what" Qin Luoyan snorted coldly, "Even if I don't go, wouldn't my life be ruined anyway"

"Miss..." Wutong choked back sobs.

"Well, all of that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is whether the information you heard is reliable"

Qin Luoyan turned her head, her gaze falling on the window on the second floor in the distance. The window was left open, and two lanterns outside cast a faint, warm glow from within.

The sycamore nodded, saying, "Don't worry, everyone knows that King Xuanwu is a notorious playboy who takes any woman he pleases. It's said that he has slept with over eight hundred women, and he always forgets about them after the fact. To this day, no woman has ever been able to stay in Xuanwu Palace."

"That's good then." Qin Luo'yan's hand gradually clenched into a fist, "I'm also afraid of trouble. If we can just part ways after this and never have any further entanglement, that would be best of all."

The Wutong didn't speak, she couldn't understand her young mistress's thoughts no matter what.

Actually, if there were other options, Qin Luoyan wouldn't choose to solve the problem this way.

No one would know the shock she experienced when she traveled to this unfamiliar era!

She was originally a weapons manufacturing expert, winning numerous awards in various international weapon design competitions. Who knew that during an experiment, she blew herself to pieces, only to wake up one day and find herself having crossed over into the body of a young lady from ancient times with the same name as her own.

It's a pity that in this patriarchal society, women from good families are seen as tools for men to perpetuate their lineage, while those from less fortunate backgrounds are reduced to mere playthings in the hands of men.

With only three days left, she was about to marry that faceless old man. Qin Luoyan could only come up with this desperate plan to stop those people's thoughts.

A woman who has soiled her virtue will no longer be tolerated in the General's Mansion.

This is exactly what she wanted!

Just a membrane away, a lifetime of freedom.

Qin Luoyan felt it was worth it.

She stood in the snow, her back straight. Her silken robe trailed behind her, leaving a brilliant red path on the snow. Yet, her eyes were cold, fixed on the dancing flames of the bonfire.

Under the gaze of curious, probing or disdainful eyes, Qin Luoyan took a step forward, determined and resolute.

"Wait." Just as the two of them reached the courtyard gate, the Jinmu commander in charge of guarding raised his hand to stop them.

He also saw the clothes she was wearing, the shock in his eyes hidden behind a paralyzed expression, "The clothes on you are from my lord."

Qin LuoYan heard this and smiled, lifting her chin and provokingly said, "So what Your Royal Highness tore my clothes, it's only natural for him to compensate me with a new set of clothes! If you don't believe me, go take a look."

Torn apart....

This was the first time Jin Mu had ever heard a woman speak about such things openly. His face flushed red, and he was momentarily speechless with surprise.

How dare he even think of going in He wouldn't dare take a step onto that "battlefield," not even if his life depended on it.

Qin Luoyan pushed open his hand that was blocking her, and walked out with Wutong Tang as if it were her due. The cloak she wore had grown longer, leaving faint tracks in the snow as she walked.

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