Mu Xingchen Seeks Asylum

The three supermonasteries had a long history of conflict, whether it was for resources, benefits, or the pursuit of glory within each of the Three Provinces. While cradling the young one in her arms, Mo Lian shared various stories intermittently.

After a while, she glanced down and noticed that the little one had peacefully drifted off to sleep, breathing evenly.

A warm chuckle escaped him as he leaned in to gently kiss her small mouth. Subsequently, he carefully laid her down and ensured her comfortable sleeping position.

Supporting his chin with one hand, he tenderly stroked the few strands of hair near her cheek, gazing at her with unwavering intensity for a prolonged moment.

Early the next morning, the kitchen maid's piercing voice rudely awakened everyone.