Shen Mo, who was thinking "it would be better if he died," did not reveal his inner thoughts at all. Instead, because of Qin Moyu's plea for help, he glanced at Gu Jia with his divine sense, said a few words to the imperial physician next to him, and pondered for a moment before saying, "He is mentally unstable. He must have been stimulated by something and Yu Huo caused him to become like this."
Seeing Qin Moyu's furrowed brows, he couldn't help but reach out to smooth them out, comforting him, "It's alright. The most serious problem he has is the 'Yu Huo' (a type of internal heat). Let the imperial physician help stabilize his mind first, and we can remove the 'Yu Huo' once he wakes up."
Hearing Shen Mo say that, Qin Moyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go, I just wanted to show you something," Shen Mo said softly to Qin Moyu.
Qin Moyu glanced at the other Guanlan Sect members who had accompanied him, all of whom were as quiet as quails, and only then did she belatedly realize that Shen Mo's current status seemed to be very high.
Xuan Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Shen Mo say that everything was alright. He bowed deeply to Qin Moyu to express his gratitude: "Thank you for saving my son, sir."
Although Qin Moyu looks younger than Xuan Qing, the cultivation world has never judged seniority by age, but by strength. Just based on Qin Moyu's ability to dispel the Yu Huo, it is not an exaggeration to call him "Master".
Qin Moyu was startled by his thanks and quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need. By the way, we have to leave for a bit. My master will be here later. You can talk to him if you need anything."
A hint of doubt flashed in Xuan Qing's eyes. He was certain that he did not know Qin Moyu, but why did Qin Moyu's tone make it so certain that he knew his master?
Not long after Qin Moyu left, the belatedly arriving Master Xuanjing walked in, and only then did Xuanqing understand.
—It turns out that what Master Xuanjing wrote in his letter was that he had taken on a disciple outside, and that disciple was actually Qin Moyu.
But……
Xuanqing watched the busy imperial physicians and silently swallowed the questions in his heart.
So, could the "malicious" and "utterly despicable" person who abducted his disciple be referring to Shen Mo?!
Shen Mo.
Xuanqing pondered the name in his heart.
This ambitious man, who appeared out of nowhere, was rumored to be powerful and aloof, but the way he looked at Qin Moyu just now was unusually gentle. Even though they were in the same room, he didn't even spare them a glance, focusing all his attention on the person beside him.
It is said that emperors are ruthless, but Shen Mo seems to be an exception.
Although he hadn't said a word, the vague unease he felt before coming had completely vanished after this brief meeting. He might not believe Shen Mo, but he instinctively trusted Qin Moyu, who had been personally taught by Master Xuanjing.
Four continents rise to power, the Abyss descends, and a powerful being at the Tribulation Transcending stage emerges...
These anomalies all indicate that the world is undergoing a major change. Whether the change is good or bad depends on what Shen Mo does. If Shen Mo really cares about Qin Moyu as much as he appears, things don't seem so bad.
…………
Shen Mo led Qin Moyu to a side hall.
"What are you going to show me?" Qin Moyu rarely saw Shen Mo acting so mysteriously, and couldn't help but become curious.
“A piece of clothing,” Shen Mo said.
clothing?
Qin Moyu wanted to ask if there were any clothes that Shen Mo had specially brought him to see, until Shen Mo led him behind the screen.
The sandalwood screen is translucent and delicate, embroidered with lotus flowers blooming freely. The petals are slender and the lotus leaves are supple, making it truly lifelike.
But what's most captivating isn't the screen itself, but what's behind it.
On the sandalwood truss were two sets of imperial robes that were enough to make everyone stop and marvel.
Unlike the bright yellow imperial robe that Shen Mo is wearing now, this imperial robe is like the crown robe of the Xia Dynasty in Qin Moyu's previous life. It has a black upper garment and a vermilion lower garment, with patterns painted on the upper and lower garments [1]. The white belt is trimmed with red, and the dragon is embroidered with dark gold thread, swirling left and right, staring angrily ahead, as if it is about to ride the clouds out of the clothes at the next second. You can imagine how spirited Shen Mo would be when he wears it, with all the officials bowing down and responding to his every call.
Qin Moyu's eyes widened in amazement, then she fell into confusion: "How come there are two sets?"
A smile spread across Shen Mo's eyes like ink spreading in water. He pointed to the set on the left and said, "Because two people need to wear it."
Two people? Shen Mo and whom?
Qin Moyu took another closer look at the two sets of imperial robes and then realized that although the two sets of clothes were the same in style and color, the details embroidered on the clothes were slightly different. From a distance, they looked like two identical sets of clothes.
Looking at Shen Mo, and Shen Mo looking back at him, the unspoken question was answered in the smile in Shen Mo's eyes.
"Me?" Qin Moyu pointed at herself in surprise, her eyes wide as she shook her head repeatedly. "What... what am I supposed to wear! Aren't you the one who's going to become emperor?"
He never imagined he would one day stand in that position, let alone be watched by so many people.
Even though Shen Mo once said he would give the world to her, Qin Moyu always thought it was just a joke. Who would have thought that Shen Mo would actually "fulfill his promise" now?
Shen Mo's lips curled slightly, and he simply squeezed Qin Moyu's palm when Qin Moyu looked at him helplessly: "Because I said I would give you whatever you want."
From Shen Yebai to Shen Mo, every word he said to Qin Moyu was etched in his heart; there were no jokes, only promises.
and……
I want to be with you.
For once, Shen Mo showed his vulnerable side to Qin Moyu. This was a Shen Mo that Qin Moyu was completely unfamiliar with—imperfect, but exceptionally real.
He said, "That spot is too cold, just like the days I spent cultivating in my cave. I'm used to having you by my side. I can stand there alone, but I don't want you to be among those looking up at me."
As time goes by, only those who have tasted loneliness know how luxurious it is to have someone by your side. Just like when Shen Yebai first saw Qin Moyu's smile on the swing, and glanced back under the lights of thousands of homes, he knew in an instant that he was hopelessly in love.
This was the first time Shen Mo had so directly told Qin Moyu how important he was to her. In her past life, Qin Moyu couldn't understand why lovers could casually utter so many cheesy sweet nothings, but now she understood.
—For them, these were simply heartfelt words, spoken from the heart.
Lonely.
These two words struck Qin Moyu's heart. He didn't say anything to refuse again, but silently tightened his grip on Shen Mo's hand and said in a casual tone, "I've never worn such complicated clothes before. Maybe one day you'll have to help me put them on yourself."