Jing Hengbo stared in stunned amazement, never having imagined she would one day see “herself” in such a manner.

Wiping away drool, she murmured: “So when I move around, I look this flirtatious. Next time I’ll use this style to seduce that someone…”

That someone, in the process of crossing the mountain, suddenly shivered with happiness.

…

Jing Hengbo watched that woman continuously approaching, marveling in her heart.

This must be disguise arts—after all, this was Yi Kingdom—but this disguise technique was too exquisite. Also, why would someone impersonate her?

The cavalry was too close, approaching too quickly, stirring up the tall grass. Her figure could no longer be concealed, so she stopped trying.

Hoofbeats thundered urgently, fierce wind swept like a broom, and that charming and alluring “Jing Hengbo” had already reached Jing Hengbo’s side. On horseback she performed a beautiful backward flip, her form sweeping like a willow branch as her hand grabbed Jing Hengbo’s arm, effortlessly lifting her onto the horse.

Jing Hengbo looked down at that hand—quite large, and very strong too.

That “Jing Hengbo” grabbed Jing Hengbo and turned to look at her. Jing Hengbo’s face already wore that inexplicably obtained mask, the most exquisite one. The woman looked, her eyes flashing with sharp light as she reached to tear at her face.

Jing Hengbo couldn’t let her tear it off. Since this person was impersonating her, she must know her, possibly with some other conspiracy. How could she expose herself now?

She dodged her head aside. That woman’s eyes flashed with cruel light as she suddenly grabbed her and pushed her toward the ground!

Jing Hengbo’s face was about to scrape the ground—the next instant would be falling from the horse to be trampled or dragged to death!

Cursing the woman’s viciousness in her heart, without time to think much, she shouted: “I am your kingdom’s Imperial Uncle!”

Her falling body stopped, someone grabbed her by the back, and the next instant she was back on the horse with that woman pressing against her back with a thump.

“Imperial Uncle?” she said by Jing Hengbo’s ear. Not like a question, the tone unclear, her voice sticky and sweet.

Jing Hengbo silently took a breath—this creature even had a voice like hers!

She said hoarsely: “Yes!” Just hoping to get through this crisis first.

That woman chuckled, originally heading toward the military camp, but suddenly turned the horse’s head and said: “Let’s go!”

Only then did Jing Hengbo remember that in her shock she’d forgotten to see who first rushed to the gate posts. She turned around with difficulty on the horse—a crowd of people by the gate posts, impossible to tell who was problematic.

Her heart suddenly alarmed—no good, she couldn’t just leave like this.

If she left like this, how could Gong Yin find her?

She suddenly threw an elbow strike at the woman behind her. The woman instinctively dodged, and her body had already flashed away.

This used teleportation, but looked like she’d jumped down herself. The woman, unprepared for her sudden dismount, was startled and reined in the horse, saying: “Catch her! Don’t let her escape!”

She herself spurred the horse in pursuit, but Jing Hengbo wasn’t running at all. Her hand even still gripped the reins. Taking advantage of the horse turning around, she gripped the reins and swung in a circle along the ground.

Her boots still had the anti-slip saw teeth Gong Yin had made. This slide carved a deep circle in the ground. She kicked with both feet, and the two wooden anti-slip saw teeth on her soles fell off, sticking in the ground, pointing toward the direction the cavalry unit was traveling.

Then she ran far away, avoiding the circle she’d drawn. The cavalry naturally gave chase, preventing the circle from being trampled by horses.

Jing Hengbo didn’t teleport and didn’t run fast, shouting as she ran: “You bunch of bastards! Idiots! Morons! Brain-dead! How dare you treat your kingdom’s Imperial Uncle like this! I am the Imperial Uncle! Did you hear? I am the Imperial Uncle! Quickly kneel and kowtow! Shout ‘Long live Imperial Uncle’ ten thousand times and I’ll spare you…”

Her voice carried far, and with the strong wind today, many people in the nearby military camp heard and curiously poked their heads out to look.

Jing Hengbo had only shouted a few sentences of her crazy act when hoofbeats thundered behind her. That woman caught up, scooped her up onto the horse again with one arm, pressed hard on her back with one hand, and produced some strips to tie her up.

Jing Hengbo squirmed her bottom on the horse, still wanting to shout, but that woman pulled something else from her chest and gagged her mouth.

Jing Hengbo was now helpless, but the message she wanted to convey had been delivered. Now she just prayed these soldiers were rather gossipy.

“Let’s go!” The fake Jing Hengbo seemed unwilling to create more complications, pinched Jing Hengbo’s face, and led the cavalry unit galloping away.

…

The gate posts soon returned to quiet. The two tree stumps stood silently.

However, the letter Jing Hengbo had stuffed in earlier was already gone.

After a while longer, someone entered the mountain foot, found the cave where Jing Hengbo had emerged, discovered the corpse of the letter recipient Jing Hengbo had killed, dragged the body out, disposed of it, and sealed the cave.

He originally carried a pill. According to regulations, it was one hand delivers letter, one hand delivers medicine, but this time the letter went wrong, so he couldn’t give the full dose.

He broke off half the pill, wrapped it in special paper, and after a while, a snake crawled out from a mountain crevice, bit the paper package containing the medicine, and went toward the mountain’s interior along the slide cave.

After crawling for a long time, this snake dropped from a cave, landing right in Fei Luo’s stone chamber.

Fei Luo was already screaming and rolling on the ground, cursing that letter-delivering bitch while rolling, cursing her for delaying things, cursing her ill intentions, cursing her for not dying fast enough, dragging things out so she still hadn’t gotten the medicine and was about to die, about to die…

As soon as the snake delivered the medicine, she frantically pounced out, trembling as she opened the paper package. Before she could see the medicine clearly, she grabbed it and swallowed it down, so anxious she even swallowed some of the paper.

After taking the medicine, it was quite a while before she stopped trembling and gradually calmed down. She tiredly climbed up from the ground, remembering she’d only eaten half a pill, remembering this meant she’d endure half a month of such torment, and immediately shivered with a chill.

In pain and trembling, she slowly crawled back to that agonizing marsh pool. Though painful, it gave her a chance to become stronger, a chance for revenge. This was what her savior had told her, and this medicine that brought both pain and ecstasy was also given by that person.

She’d never seen that person, only remembered a loose black cloak…

The marsh bubbled with black bubbles. She suffered in trembling, and at the peak of pain, repeatedly called out her enemy’s name.

“Jing Hengbo! I will definitely kill you! Strip your skin, extract your bones, throw you in this burning marsh to pickle for lifetime after lifetime!”

…

After about another hour, a figure flashed across the plain—Gong Yin appeared.

Crossing the mountain wasn’t like going straight through the mountain’s interior. At his fastest speed over Yi Mountain, the Jade tribe’s army was still climbing all over the mountain searching.

Gong Yin first searched a circle at this side’s mountain foot. He couldn’t be sure if Jing Hengbo had already crossed Yi Mountain, but he found nothing at the mountain’s base. He noticed the cave opening where Jing Hengbo had emerged, but it was blocked. Eager to search for Jing Hengbo, he had no time to slowly dig out the cave, but this cave still aroused his vigilance. He made a mark by the cave, planning to send people to investigate later. Best to get some thin people to enter from the waterfall side’s slide cave and take a look.

Having searched all the mountain’s caves once and confirming Jing Hengbo wasn’t there, he didn’t believe she would really be stuck in the mountain’s interior, because the entrance cave was unnaturally smooth with traces of artificial excavation, which meant there must be more mysteries inside.

Unable to find anyone at the mountain foot, naturally he could only go to the nearby military camp. After circling the plain, his gaze focused.

On the ground was a circle. The marks were made by wooden saw teeth.

She had once taken him ice skating, drawing circles on the ice.

That New Year’s Eve ice dancing was actually a silent prayer for reunion and completeness.

He crouched down, looked at the direction of the saw teeth, stood up and gave chase.

…

The Jade tribe soldiers were still searching the mountain for Jing Hengbo. Because this was Yi Mountain, this action crossed boundaries and aroused Yi Kingdom’s vigilance. Yi Kingdom’s border troops at this location marched to Yi Mountain and had disputes with the Jade tribe’s army.

Just as they were about to fight, a pretty “woman” in purple clothes with long hair suddenly jumped out and beat up everyone indiscriminately, friend and foe alike, driving them all away.

Of course, this was something only Master Ziwei would do. He was responsible for causing chaos and mischief, while the Yelu siblings handled the aftermath.

Yelu Qi soon learned exactly who the Jade tribe was looking for.

Like Gong Yin, he quickly found Yi Kingdom’s military camp and heard from a group of complaining soldiers about the miraculous appearance of Yi Kingdom’s Imperial Uncle.

After hearing that “Imperial Uncle’s” lines shouted while running around the gate posts, he smiled slightly. Yelu Xun rolled her eyes and said: “Brain-dead! Imperial Uncle Jing!”

Soon the siblings killed three more people and determined the approximate identity of that cavalry unit.

A group of people chased after the brain-dead Imperial Uncle Jing.

…

Imperial Uncle Jing bounced and bounced on horseback.

That woman changed horses but not riders all the way, passing through cities and towns without stopping, keeping Jing Hengbo seated in front of her. In one day they covered several hundred li, nearly bouncing Jing Hengbo’s bottom to pieces.

But this group’s food and provisions were very high-grade. Not to mention clothes of brocade with gold thread, they drank ginseng juice instead of water, and their dry rations were exquisite pastries and perfectly cured beef jerky. Beef was precious, not something ordinary people could eat.

This group didn’t wear military armor and lacked the unique iron-blooded temperament of soldiers, but their discipline was good. Jing Hengbo analyzed that this impostor was either Yi Kingdom’s wealthy magnate or royal city nobility.

Along the way she also secretly observed Yi Kingdom’s customs from horseback—truly no ugly people on the streets, and also no elderly. Often many people’s faces looked exactly the same. Almost everyone could do makeup and disguise. Sometimes some people’s technique was obviously much worse—you could see gaps by their noses, or one side of their ears sticking out, or inconsistent skin color between neck and face. The whole street had a feeling of “strange people running around.” Jing Hengbo suddenly remembered a certain country in the modern world famous for plastic surgery, where beauty contestants all looked the same. Sigh, did Yi Kingdom’s ruler also have this trouble? Would he mistake people when sleeping at night? If someone cuckolded him, he probably wouldn’t discover it either.

“Do you still remember the disguise methods?” the person behind suddenly asked.

Jing Hengbo snorted through her nose and nodded. She had learned disguise from Ah Shan beside Gong Yin. Ah Shan was the number one disguise expert around Gong Yin—all of Gong Yin’s masks were made by her. Ah Shan herself was taciturn and, true to her name, very kind. She had taught Jing Hengbo very attentively back then, and Jing Hengbo still remembered everything.

“What is moongrass used for?”

“Combined with pearl powder to improve skin color, but can only be used in protruding shadow areas, like under the nasal bridge, to make the nose bridge appear higher.”

“What is meat paste?”

“Made from Yi Kingdom’s border white pig skin, processed to serve as the base layer of skin masks. It’s the best substitute when human skin is insufficient.”

“Why use this type of pig?”

“This pig’s skin is most similar to human skin in layering and composition. The difference is that this pig skin has coarser pores than human skin and poor breathability. It needs to be cultivated underwater in Yi Kingdom’s coldest places for several years before it can be used. When made by masters, the effect is similar to human skin masks, but extremely precious.”

Question after question came, and Jing Hengbo answered fluently. She sat in front of that person, unable to see her expression, only sensing her fragrance was coldly remote, but different from Gong Yin’s deep snow coldness—this carried three parts of ghostly evil coldness.

When they answered, they ran far ahead with no one else hearing. Jing Hengbo felt that since everyone in Yi Kingdom could disguise themselves, these must all be common disguise knowledge. Fortunately she’d learned by accident and now seemed to have bluffed her way through. After this, the fake Jing Hengbo’s attitude toward her seemed to improve a bit—the ginseng soup was only available after this.

After a day of questions, answers, and wild thoughts, they stopped at a small city that evening. A large group came out of the city to meet them. After riding all day, that woman still moved agilely when jumping off the horse. Jing Hengbo watched her casually toss the riding whip to an officer, then stride into the city with large steps. Watching that graceful figure identical to her own taking manly majestic steps, strutting proudly at the front, she felt dizzy.

That feeling of watching “another mighty and majestic self” was truly unbearable. This snake spirit—if she wanted to play queen, why not go all the way? Where was her infinite charm? Where were her swaying lotus steps? Where was her slender swaying waist? Where were her elegant orchid fingers? Where had they all gone? Ah? Where?

Several attendants came over, flanking her as they walked inside. Jing Hengbo didn’t resist. She felt following this group was good—good food and lodging. Except for that initial scare, they hadn’t made things difficult for her afterward. Why not take advantage when there were advantages to take? While thinking this, she asked attendants for more ginseng tea—she’d already drunk four cups throughout the day.

The attendants looked at her like a beggar and casually tossed her the water pouch containing ginseng tea. The Black Water Queen drank while sighing—not easy! Her territory was both fighting wars and building houses, money was tight in every way. Ginseng soup and such, she hadn’t had any in so long, dear!

Drinking ginseng soup, she followed them into the building. This was an inn, but it had been completely rented out. That fake Jing Hengbo went straight to the inner courtyard’s main room, sat down boldly with legs spread, and beckoned to her with a finger.

Jing Hengbo strolled in, frowning at “another self’s” undignified sitting posture, wanting to grab this creature’s ear and tell her: Not learned properly! How can a woman sit like this? Can’t occupy the entire chair seat! Knees must be together! Legs should be placed straight, preferably to the side. Even if crossing legs, must keep them tightly together to ensure beautiful curves!

But that person on the seat suddenly giggled, suddenly jumped down from the seat, grabbed her arm and swung.

“Whoosh.” Jing Hengbo’s body traced a smooth arc, flying through half-drawn curtains and landing on the… bed behind the curtains.

“Creak.” A loud sound, like preparing for an intense three-hundred-round battle.

Jing Hengbo wasn’t nervous—what could two women do? As long as it wasn’t lesbian activity, what could they do? But she was currently in short-haired male costume, thank you. Of course, if it was a breast size competition, she’d be happy to let the other party know what self-shame meant.

Outside, the fake Jing Hengbo giggled again, leaped over the curtains, and heavily pressed down on Jing Hengbo. Another loud “creak,” making people worry the bed would collapse immediately.

Jing Hengbo was nearly suffocated by this enthusiastic pressure, feeling like a puppy about to get a face wash of drool, and afraid of having her surging chest discovered, quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

With this crossing, she suddenly felt—why were this woman’s chest muscles so hard?

Bodybuilding practice?

The fake Jing Hengbo on top giggled and reached to tear her mask. Jing Hengbo hurriedly covered it again, but that creature’s fingers suddenly stopped.

“So afraid of me tearing it?” She chuckled. “What if I tear it? Don’t you always wear ten layers of masks? Tear off one fake face and there’s another. Even I don’t quite remember what you actually look like…” Saying this with a pout, but her eyes glistened with tears.

Jing Hengbo thought this was bad—could this be Li Kui meeting Li Kui’s wife? This person obviously knew the Imperial Uncle. Could this be the Imperial Uncle’s beloved nephew, the great king of Yi Kingdom? Thinking about the timing, it matched. Yi Kingdom people had already sent news of the Imperial Uncle’s return home. Who’d have thought this great king would personally come to meet him? Jing Hengbo sighed in her heart—she thought she’d escaped the Imperial Uncle nightmare, but who knew she’d end up in the hands of the real deal after going round and round. But then again, why was Yi Kingdom’s great king so certain she was the Imperial Uncle?

She suddenly felt something was wrong. Wait, wasn’t Yi Kingdom’s great king…

“Let me quickly see what your second layer mask is…” That person above pressed down her arms and reached to tear.

“Rip.”

The thin mask flew away.

The room’s atmosphere froze.

That creature’s eyes, like Jing Hengbo’s earlier, fixed and stared straight at Jing Hengbo’s face for a long moment, breathing rapidly.

Jing Hengbo fidgeted with her facial expression, not knowing how to face this face. This scene must be very bizarre—two identical faces in intimate confrontation.

After extreme silence for a moment, Yi Kingdom’s great king suddenly threw back his head and burst into loud laughter.

“Hahahaha what is this? Could this be called meeting of minds? Hahaha are you remembering the game we used to play? Competing to impersonate the currently most renowned person, whoever loses runs naked? Hahaha are you using this method to remind me…” He laughed uncontrollably, reaching to touch Jing Hengbo’s face all over, pinching and squeezing, then went to pinch Jing Hengbo’s neck and waist. Jing Hengbo stared at him—what the hell does this mean? This creature and that Imperial Uncle really had this kind of simultaneous impersonation game? This creature treated this face as a mask too?

For a moment not knowing whether to cry or laugh, this psychotic Yi Kingdom—true and false mixed together. Staying too long, would one develop split personality?

Being pinched all over made her itchy. This snake spirit Yi Kingdom great king!

That guy pinched all over, eyes shining, pounced over with another heavy press. “Amazing! After all these years your skills haven’t dulled! This face, this skin, this figure—flawless! I can’t even find any flaws by touch!” Looking Jing Hengbo up and down, grinning: “I admit I lost. You indeed impersonate the Black Water Queen better! Alright, loser runs naked!”

With a whoosh, he threw off his outer robe, untied his belt, tore off his undergarment with a rip. Jing Hengbo was once again stunned speechless.

Wait wait wait, why were there no surging weapons? Why only small strawberries?

This this this… this figure…

This figure was hard to distinguish male or female, a very young body with smooth lustrous skin and flowing waist lines. The waist wasn’t thick or thin—a width suitable for either gender. The shoulders were the same, a breadth suitable for either male or female. No bulging muscles, very beautifully smooth. Strictly speaking, as a man’s body it would seem too slender and delicate. Looking only from below the chest to the waist, it was more like a woman’s body.

But… the chest was flat!

Was this a flat-chested princess or a man?

Jing Hengbo desperately tried to remember—was Yi Kingdom’s ruler male or female? It seemed no one had specifically said female…

She suddenly felt her nostrils heat up as something sticky flowed down. Opposite her, Yi Kingdom’s great king suddenly turned around, staring at her in shock. His expression was first surprise, then moved, finally becoming aroused…

Jing Hengbo dazedly touched her nose and got a handful of blood.

Nosebleed!

At this crucial moment, a nosebleed!

The result of a loser desperately drinking four bowls of ginseng soup was having a nosebleed at the most inappropriate time!

Opposite her, Yi Kingdom’s ruler stopped preparing to run naked, tearfully jumped onto the bed, pressed both hands on her shoulders, and laughed loudly: “You’re still the same… after all these years, you really haven’t forgotten anything… hmm… is my figure even better now?”

Now he switched to his original voice—a male voice. Jing Hengbo immediately understood this was a gay man!

She wiped the nosebleed and could only play the lecher to the end, saying with lustful devotion: “…after years apart, you still make me lose my soul…”

Yi Kingdom’s great king laughed shyly yet proudly. Jing Hengbo’s hair stood on end. Now the question was: between the great king and Imperial Uncle, who was the top and who was the bottom?

Looking at this great king’s nature, he seemed somewhat like a top, but having thoroughly read three hundred BL novels, Queen Jing deeply understood that top and bottom weren’t determined by personality, not even by physique.

The one with a woman living in his heart might be the one who least looked like a woman.

The great king seemed very happy, rubbing against her body, breathing gradually becoming heavy. Jing Hengbo suddenly felt something hard and hot touching her lower abdomen. Greatly alarmed, she suddenly flipped over.

She pressed Yi Kingdom’s great king beneath her, arms crossed in front of his chest, blocking her own chest, lower body slightly shifted to avoid contact with important parts.

Yi Kingdom’s great king gave a soft hum without struggling, his face suddenly showing a slight blush as he glanced at her with seductive eyes.

Jing Hengbo had to stare at that face while ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through her heart—ahhh seeing her own face beneath her with a dissatisfied, sensuously yielding bottom expression was the world’s cruelest torture ahhh…

Suppressing the urge to vomit blood, she “lovingly” stroked Yi Kingdom great king’s hair, wanting to twist all that slightly curled long hair in her hands and cut it off, but finally only gently smoothed his temples.

“How could I forget?” she said. “I can’t help but remember you every moment.”

Fine, just pretend the person below was Gong Yin. But seeing Jing Hengbo’s face as Gong Yin’s seemed rather difficult…

Yi Kingdom’s great king stared at her, his eyes seeming to drip water for an instant, but suddenly seemed to think of something, frowning. Just as Jing Hengbo’s heart tightened, worried her acting was overdone with wrong dialogue, Yi Kingdom’s great king suddenly stretched out his arms, pushed her away, and snorted coldly: “Lying to people again! Your words are like your face—never been real. If I believed you, I’d have died ten thousand times already!” Saying this, he got up, snorted through his nose, not even looking at her, majestically striding away like a queen. Jing Hengbo heard him giving orders to his subordinates while walking: “Watch this room carefully for me. If even a fly escapes, you’ll all commit suicide!”

Outside they responded thunderously, even from the rooftop. But Jing Hengbo breathed a sigh of relief, wiped cold sweat, and sprawled on the bed.

Mama mia, what a performance today! A great synthesis of ethics, morality, cross-dressing, reversals, and melodrama!

Almost had an accidental discharge!

Jing Hengbo held her head and rolled around. How to handle this situation? Before she worried about her chastity, now she worried someone wanted to offer their chastity to her, and it was self-on-self. What grudge, what resentment did you all have against the Black Water Queen?

No good, must escape!

She originally had grand plans to impersonate the Imperial Uncle and notify Gong Yin, but now didn’t want to play anymore. That great king and Imperial Uncle obviously had a full affair going. Yi Kingdom’s great king, after waiting many years, finally caught his lover. Spring passion overflowing—even pigs could see it. Tonight was just playing hard to get with pretentious little tricks. When he got impatient, he’d definitely take action himself. Then…

Jing Hengbo began teleporting.

First teleport: crashed into a chest. Iron armor nearly made her nose open a soy sauce shop. Looking up—wow, the whole courtyard was full of people. Not even a cat could get through.

The big man in front smiled at her, opened his garment. She saw chest hair covered… weapon. She vomited on the spot and was carried back.

After vomiting and recovering, she slapped herself, deleted that black-haired chest weapon from her mind, stopped thinking about whether that was male or female, and flashed out a second time.

This time she flashed farther, got out the door, but tripped into a ditch. Somehow a ditch had appeared at the inn’s entrance.

A white-haired old woman came over, tremblingly extending both hands to her. Jing Hengbo gratefully reached out her hands. That seemingly dying old woman grinned, grabbed her arms, swung her arms, and flung her over the inn’s wall.

Jing Hengbo flew miserably through the air, seeing that nearly dying white-haired old woman cackling as she opened her garment, revealing thick chest muscles…

With a bang she crashed back onto the bed. A rope net fell over her head, trussing up this restless Imperial Uncle securely.

Jing Hengbo could only helplessly sleep.

She had chaotic dreams all night. In the dream she seemed to be marrying Gong Yin, entering the bridal chamber. Red-clothed Gong Yin sitting by the bed looked so beautiful (something’s wrong?). She lewdly smiled and lifted the blanket. Gong Yin lay under the blanket. Just as she was about to pounce, Gong Yin’s face suddenly became her face. She looked down—surging chest weapons, full of black hair…

She screamed and woke up frightened. Opening her eyes to sunlight filling the window.

A new journey began again. Another day of fast galloping. Today’s Yi Kingdom great king was even more passionate than yesterday, tying her in front of himself, constantly touching and pinching her body, giggling while pinching. Jing Hengbo’s goosebumps fell all along the way.

During meal stops, Yi Kingdom’s great king would take a bite and glance at her, take a bite and glance at her. Jing Hengbo considered herself a romantic figure, long accustomed to sending flirtatious glances, but watching “herself throwing seductive looks at herself” was truly impossible to swallow.

The most terrifying thing came—nighttime lodging. Jing Hengbo, having no choice, falsely claimed to wash her face during the afternoon meal stop, buried her head in ice-cold river water for three minutes, and successfully caught a cold. Constantly sneezing with a red nose, Yi Kingdom’s great king anxiously had people brew ginger soup while clicking his tongue in admiration that the Imperial Uncle’s disguise skills had improved over the years. Look, this nose actually turned red! Such a thin, realistic mask—after pinching so many times, the nose tip hadn’t broken! Marvelous!

Jing Hengbo coughed, sniffled, and shakily entered the room. The door creaked shut, blocking Yi Kingdom’s great king who was about to follow in. She spoke to him affectionately through the door: “Great King, my cold is quite severe. I mustn’t pass it to you. Please wait until I recover…”

“No matter, we should share hardships together…” Yi Kingdom’s great king desperately tried to squeeze inside.

Jing Hengbo desperately used her body to brace the door, summoning sweet talk divine skills: “I know you don’t care, but I can’t bear it. When you cough once, it coughs in my heart. When you sneeze, I feel struck by lightning. When your eyes redden, my heart bleeds… little slut, your health is my hope. When I recover, I’ll definitely crush you hard into my embrace…”

Yi Kingdom’s great king’s face bloomed like peach blossoms, eyes full of spring. In wave after wave of sweet talk his body gradually softened, the door gradually closed. Just as Jing Hengbo sighed in relief, that person desperately squeezed in one finger: “What is ‘little slut’?”

“It means ‘little sweetheart’—Da Yan local dialect!” Jing Hengbo pushed the finger out and slammed the door shut with a bang, breathing out a long sigh.

Hearing sounds of dragging outside, she looked to see Yi Kingdom’s great king dragging a couch to her door—keeping vigil for his beloved!

Jing Hengbo’s back heavily leaned against the door.

This life was impossible to live!