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Shu Zhao Han leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on his lips, exuding an air of confidence. "I've thought about this for a long time."
Ling Xiaoxiao felt a flicker of delight in her heart, but she stubbornly retorted, "There are countless sons and daughters in Shu Kingdom; you can find someone else."
Shu Zhao Han fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a resigned tone, "Here you have silk and satin, and there's a man who seems to have lost his mind over you. What more could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"
If she understood correctly, was this a confession? Yet it sounded so infuriating! What did he mean by 'lost his mind'? She was the one who had thrown herself at him, feeling like a fluttering deer in her heart!
"I'm not satisfied," she replied without hesitation.
"What's unsatisfactory?" He furrowed his brow slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled mischievously, taunting him with her words. "I'm not satisfied with your lower half!"
"Oh, is that so..." he said, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips as he slowly stood up and walked toward her...
Alas, trouble often comes from one's own words—this was exactly the case with Ling Xiaoxiao.
The Princess Qing Luo of Yan kingdom had been captured again.
Upon hearing this news, Ling Xiaoxiao felt a throbbing headache. The happiness she had exchanged her lifetime for seemed to mean nothing to Qing Luo. Although she was indeed quite happy now.
Shu Zhao Han gently embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he smiled and said, "This time the target must be the National Treasure of the Western Kingdom."
Ling Xiaoxiao looked at him with suspicion, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Another National Treasure?"
"Yes," Shu Zhao Han nodded, his expression resolute. "And the one who kidnapped Princess Qing Luo is likely the same person."
Ling Xiaoxiao rested her chin on her hand, glancing at him sideways with a threatening tone. "My intuition tells me that there are secrets in your eyes. You have the right not to be honest, but I also have the right to make you sleep in the imperial study tonight."
Shu Zhao Han cleared his throat softly, using his gaze to dismiss the palace maid who was pouring tea. He recalled, "Back when I and the Emperor of the Western Kingdom had not yet ascended to our thrones, we accidentally fell into the trap of Drifting Ronin during a journey together..."
Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes widened in surprise as she interrupted him. "No wonder you said that 'Xiao Yao' sounds so tacky; it turns out you had a run-in with that person."
Shu Zhao Han took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued, "He bet us that if he won, we would have to test his poison; if he lost, he would give each of us one of his nude paintings."
"And the result... he lost?" Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but laugh, picturing the ridiculous scene in her mind.
Shu Zhao Han raised an eyebrow proudly, looking quite pleased with himself. "Of course! Just look at who his opponents were."
"So what you call a National Treasure is actually two nude paintings of men?" The fact that they were stored in a glittering box was just absurd. Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"If not, how could he have willingly served me for the past six years as a high-ranking coroner?"
"Then why did he capture Yan Princess?" Wasn't it just to reclaim those nude paintings? Ling Xiaoxiao was filled with confusion.
"He couldn't retrieve them himself, so naturally he had to think of other ways," Shu Zhao Han said thoughtfully, frowning slightly. "I feel that Princess Qing Luo has something to do with him..."
Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly realized and clapped her hands, exclaiming, "A leg? What a revelation!" Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, a man named Xiaoyao was doing his best to charm a woman. "My dear Qing Luo, I promise you, once I complete this task, I will take you to travel the world!"
In a corner of Yan kingdom, the newly appointed National Master was burning paper money with great fervor, chanting prayers for the former National Master to manifest and help her rescue Princess Qing Luo.
Just as Ling Xiaoxiao was flirting playfully with Shu Zhao Han, she suddenly sneezed. "Shu Zhao Han, are you cursing me?"
Shu Zhao Han thought for a moment, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "If cursing is love, then if you say it is me, then it must be so!"
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