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After leaving the Human Emperor's chambers, Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng strolled through the palace grounds. The sight of the two of them walking side by side, their steps perfectly synchronized, couldn't help but bring smiles to the faces of those who watched them. It was as if they were inseparable, always by each other's side.

"Those two youngsters are like glue; they go nowhere without each other," remarked Empress Ye with a smile. She sat on the edge of the Human Emperor's bed, her fingers gently brushing his face. In these exceptional circumstances, she was the only one who could be so close to him.

"Are you reminiscing about our past?" The Human Emperor took Empress Ye's hands in his own as he spoke. His deep gaze held a trace of regret. In their youth, they had been a legendary couple, known throughout the world. But when he had ascended to the position of Crown Prince and later, Human Emperor, their time together had become scarce. Maintaining his martial strength to rule the ancient country had required most of his attention. That was why he had considered making Qin Wentian the Crown Prince, someone who could potentially handle the political aspects while he focused on martial matters. His own heirs lacked the innate talent and strength needed to control the various kings and dukes.

The Human Emperor's position demanded that his cultivation never lag behind, as it was the foundation of his authority. This ambition had led him to neglect Empress Ye as he became increasingly consumed by his duties. Now, in his weakened state, she was his constant companion, never leaving his side. He couldn't help but feel a profound sense of guilt and gratitude.

"Wentian and Qingcheng are even more remarkable than we were in our time," Empress Ye said, her voice filled with admiration as she squeezed the Human Emperor's hands.

The Human Emperor nodded in agreement. He believed that Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng had surpassed their own achievements. His ambition extended far beyond ruling an ancient country.

News of the Human Emperor adopting Qin Wentian as his foster son quickly spread throughout the kingdom. The various kings and dukes reacted with mixed feelings. Some were amused, believing that Qin Wentian, a member of the Battle Sword Sect, had no right to contend for the throne just because of his relationship with Mo Qingcheng. They viewed his actions as audacious and presumptuous.

Among those who resented Qin Wentian the most was Ye Kongfan. He had already harbored a deep grudge against Qin Wentian, and this news further fueled his hatred. Qin Wentian's audacity in accepting the Human Emperor as his foster father and daring to vie for the throne pushed Ye Kongfan's patience to the brink. In his eyes, Qin Wentian was nothing short of insolent. Qin Wentian was oblivious to the animosity brewing against him and focused on his own goals.

He believed that his connection with the Human Emperor was genuine and meaningful. They shared a mutual understanding, and the request to be recognized as the Human Emperor's foster son didn't seem strange to him. Qin Wentian was aware of his own situation and the gradual recovery of the Human Emperor's health. Had the Human Emperor not been on the path to recovery, he wouldn't have made such a request, fearing that it would only bring misfortune to Qin Wentian.

Having the Emperor of an ancient country as a foster father could undoubtedly benefit Qin Wentian in numerous ways. However, if the Human Emperor were to meet an untimely end, being recognized as his foster son could bring more harm than good. These were the thoughts that raced through Qin Wentian's mind as he considered his foster father's proposal.

As they wandered through the Ye Country's royal palace, a multitude of people followed them from behind. Mo Qingcheng turned to Qin Wentian with a bright smile and asked, "Shall we explore the Ye Country together?"

Qin Wentian couldn't help but understand her intentions. She wanted to experience the simple joys of life as a commoner, to stroll through the streets, go shopping, and visit the scenic spots, all while being accompanied by her beloved.

"Of course," Qin Wentian replied with a firm nod, his commitment to Mo Qingcheng shining in his eyes. Her smile in response was like a radiant sunrise, illuminating their surroundings. Then, she turned her attention to the maidens from the Medicine Sovereign Sect who had accompanied her, issuing a clear directive, "I will be touring Ye Country. Do not follow me."

One of the maidens hesitated, wanting to voice her concerns, but Mo Qingcheng's gaze hardened, and a hint of cold anger flashed in her eyes. The maiden quickly understood the gravity of the situation and sighed in resignation, saying, "Understood."

Mo Qingcheng then took Qin Wentian's hand, and they continued on their way. Qin Wentian couldn't help but shake his head lightly. Though the war had not yet erupted, dark clouds loomed over Ye Country. He understood the danger of casually wandering the streets at this time, a realization he wouldn't have had in the past. However, he couldn't bear to refuse Mo Qingcheng's request. He maintained his cheerful demeanor and held Mo Qingcheng close, leading them both into the air.

The Ye Royal Capital was vast and opulent, teeming with life. As they walked through the streets, Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng, with their striking appearance and regal bearing, couldn't be mistaken for an ordinary couple. Admiring glances and gasps of awe followed them wherever they went. Some people were so entranced by Mo Qingcheng's beauty that they stood still in sheer amazement, which prompted a small, dissatisfied pout from her.

"Why are you still smiling?" Mo Qingcheng playfully pinched Qin Wentian's waist, eliciting a wry grin from him. "Qingcheng, even when we were in Chu, you never dared to go out so openly. Do you realize how captivating you are?"

"At that time, I thought it was because of my status and the fact that everyone in Chu knew me. But I never expected this to happen in Ye Country too," Mo Qingcheng replied, her pout making her look like the innocent young maiden she used to be when she was with Qin Wentian.

"Who wouldn't be drawn to beauty in this world?" Qin Wentian chuckled. "Just pretend you didn't notice their reactions."

Mo Qingcheng, with a playful twinkle in her eyes, walked a few steps ahead and then suddenly broke into a light jog, darting ahead. Qin Wentian had no choice but to match her pace and chase after her.

They continued their aimless wanderings, exploring the streets, taking boat rides on the lake, and visiting historical sites. A gentle smile graced Qin Wentian's handsome face, while Mo Qingcheng appeared genuinely content and happy.

To others, they were like an immortal couple, drawing envy and admiration from all who crossed their path.

When they grew weary from their extensive walk, they sought refuge in an inn by the lakeside to rest. Sipping fragrant wine and gazing at the serene lake, they truly savored their leisurely time together. It had been a while since Qin Wentian had felt so relaxed.

"Wentian, when I return to the Medicine Sovereign Valley, I'm going to request a leave of absence from my master. I'm sure he'll agree," Mo Qingcheng declared, her eyes locked onto Qin Wentian's.

"Don't," Qin Wentian replied firmly, meeting her gaze with determination. Seeing the reproachful look in her eyes, his heart softened, and he continued, "Qingcheng, you still don't know who sent you to the Medicine Sovereign Valley and caused your master to hold you in such high regard. How can you neglect their kind intentions?"

The reputation of the Medicine Sovereign Valley was nothing short of extraordinary. The fact that the Medicine Sovereign had chosen to bestow the title of Holy Maiden upon Mo Qingcheng spoke volumes about the respect and regard given to the mysterious individual who had brought her to the valley. There was a palpable connection between the Medicine Sovereign Valley and this enigmatic figure, a bond that had cast its influence upon Mo Qingcheng's destiny.

The kindness shown by this person was as weighty as a mountain, yet their identity remained shrouded in mystery. Qin Wentian couldn't help but ponder the possibilities. This person had not only changed Mo Qingcheng's life but also left an indelible mark on her fate.

However, there was another reason that Qin Wentian didn't vocalize. His love for Mo Qingcheng was profound, and he didn't want her to be held back by following him. Seeing her extraordinary talent, which had enabled her to produce fifth-ranked pills, it was evident that the Medicine Sovereign Valley was the best place for her growth. Qin Wentian couldn't bear to hinder her future or delay her potential because of his presence.

Yet, he also understood the depth of Mo Qingcheng's love for him. She was willing to sacrifice everything to be with him. They shared an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

"Okay," Mo Qingcheng replied softly, her eyes filled with tenderness and a gentle quality that could melt even the hardest of hearts. In that moment, they exchanged silent vows, and the topic of Mo Qingcheng seeking a leave of absence from the Medicine Sovereign Valley was laid to rest.

They basked in the warmth of their emotions, finding solace in the tranquility of their connection.

Meanwhile, in another comfortable room within an inn, a group of young cultivators gathered. One of them had a somewhat frivolous demeanor and an unnaturally pale complexion. His eyes gleamed with a hint of sinister intent as they fixated on the spot where Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng sat, particularly on Mo Qingcheng herself.

"Such a breathtaking beauty exists in this world," the young man remarked, exchanging knowing glances with his companions. A sly smile graced his lips as he spoke.

"It's a stroke of luck that Brother Chu invited me here today," he added.

Brother Chu, one of the individuals in their group, chuckled, "I have some other matters to attend to. I'll take my leave now."

"Hehe, Brother Chu, take care," they bid him farewell.

As Brother Chu departed, the young man's facade crumbled, and he openly stared at Mo Qingcheng. Qin Wentian couldn't help but sense the man's intentions. Even in such a picturesque setting, there were individuals like him who cast a shadow on the ambiance, dampening the spirits of others.

"Qingcheng, would you like to change our location?" Qin Wentian suggested with a smile. Mo Qingcheng nodded in agreement.

Just as they were about to stand up, the young man interrupted, "Brother, please wait a moment."

Qin Wentian, furrowing his brow, stared coldly at the man who had stopped them. He wasn't prepared for what came next.

"Is there something you need?" he asked, his voice laced with a subtle edge.

"I am Dongshan Jin from the Eastern Mountain Marquis Manor," the young man introduced himself, his words dripping with insincerity. "Seeing your extraordinary presence, I couldn't help but wonder if we could become friends. Would you do me the honor of joining me for some wine and relaxation?"

Dongshan Jin's smile concealed his true intentions, sending shivers down the spines of those in the inn who knew of his reputation. It was none other than the lecherous young master from the Eastern Mountain Marquis Manor. Mo Qingcheng had unwittingly attracted the attention of a fiend in human form.

Qin Wentian's response was straightforward and unapologetic. He had no interest in entertaining Dongshan Jin's advances.

Dongshan Jin's brows furrowed, a trace of irritation flickering across his features. His arrogance demanded respect, and he was clearly taken aback by Qin Wentian's refusal. In a bid to salvage his pride, he veered towards veiled threats, his tone carrying a subtle warning.

"Sir, are you suggesting that you won't show me even the slightest courtesy?" Dongshan Jin retorted with a hint of aggression, daring to challenge Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian, however, remained unyielding. His eyes, now narrowed dangerously, shot a clear message—Dongshan Jin was treading on thin ice. Qin Wentian wasn't one to be intimidated.

But Dongshan Jin wasn't alone. Behind him, his henchmen bristled, their icy demeanor suggesting a readiness for action. They were all too eager to follow their leader's command.

"Little Marquis, should we intervene?" one of Dongshan Jin's subordinates suggested, his voice laced with a sinister undertone. Their loyalty to their master was unwavering, and they were prepared to act upon his orders.

With a sinister gleam in his eyes, Dongshan Jin locked onto Qin Wentian like a venomous serpent stalking its prey. His threat was clear: he would spare Mo Qingcheng from harm, but the consequences for Qin Wentian and anyone else who dared to oppose him would be dire.

Qin Wentian frowned, his senses extending to detect a discreet audience observing the unfolding confrontation. Brother Chu, the man who had initially invited Dongshan Jin to the scene, was still lurking nearby, watching the situation closely.

As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Qin Wentian realized that Dongshan Jin was nothing more than a pawn in a much larger game. The appearance of this obnoxious individual here was no coincidence; it had been orchestrated by a hidden hand.

Qin Wentian exchanged a meaningful glance with Mo Qingcheng. Their precious moments alone on the city streets had not gone unnoticed, and the mastermind behind this orchestrated confrontation was clear—none other than Ye Kongfan himself.

Dongshan Jin, oblivious to the storm brewing around him, continued to leer at Mo Qingcheng with unsavory intentions, his eyes betraying his lascivious fantasies. His lustful gaze grew even more repulsive with each passing moment, like a predator fixated on its prey.