Teaching the Iron Body Cultivation Method! Visitors from Prince of Yan's Manor in Northern Peace!

"Yu'er."

Zhu Ying replied warmly.

The next moment.

The hall doors were slowly pushed open, and Shen Yu'er glided inside. She then carefully closed them again, moving as gently as though afraid to disturb the room's tranquility.

With light, graceful steps, she slowly approached Zhu Ying.

Shen Yu'er wore a floor-length crimson gown, its hem swaying faintly with her movements.

Delicate, intricate patterns were embroidered upon the exquisite fabric, glimmering softly in the candlelight.

Her lovely face had been carefully touched with light makeup. Her brows were like distant mountains, her lips like cherries, and her bright eyes brimmed with affection. Today, she was like a spring flower blooming at its most splendid—radiantly beautiful, breathtakingly so.

Though Zhu Ying had seen countless sights, he could not help widening his eyes slightly at that moment. His gaze was firmly drawn to the beauty before him, and he was completely entranced.

"Yu'er, what is this..." Zhu Ying asked softly.

Shen Yu'er did not answer. She simply continued forward and walked straight to Zhu Ying's side.

She tilted her head up slightly, her eyes full of affection and resolve. Then she gently wrapped her arms around Zhu Ying, her movements carrying a trace of urgency and longing.

"Brother Zhu Ying."

Shen Yu'er's voice was soft as water, carrying endless tenderness and concern. "Now that you have enlisted, the battlefield is merciless. Blades have no eyes, and dangers are everywhere."

At this point, Shen Yu'er paused slightly, but her tone grew even firmer. "Yu'er wants to leave you an heir."

With the beauty in his arms, her tender and lingering affection was like the warmest spring breeze brushing across Zhu Ying's heartstrings.

Zhu Ying felt a surge of heat rush into his heart. His reason seemed to collapse in an instant, and the hot