Facing Mu Li's instigation, Jiang Jingyi and Meng Yutong unanimously turned their guns outward.
Yet by now, how they would team up—or whether they would team up at all—
was no longer something they could control.
The same old saying: I do as I please today—who would dare defy me?
Even the Female Emperor had begged for mercy and admitted defeat. What could a mere salted fish possibly do?
With a sweep of his hand, Lin Heng gathered all three women into his embrace and, without another word, headed for the nearest bedchamber.
As long as one wanted to sleep, anywhere could become a place of entertainment.
Both Jiang Jingyi and Meng Yutong could see through Lin Heng's true thoughts. Seeing that he was serious, their expressions changed drastically.
Meng Yutong: "(｀へ′) Heng'er, no. Your master will absolutely never serve you together with those two."
Jiang Jingyi spoke as well: "(｀□′) Xiao Linzi, don't go too far. How could I possibly sit at the same table as Dream Salted Fish? Be good and make her stand behind me."
"Why should I stand behind you?"
"Jiang Jingyi, you vixen, you're the one who came later. You should be last."
"Dream Salted Fish, how dare you speak to me like that? Do you really think I wouldn't dare discipline you?"
Mu Li: "Why are you two still arguing? I don't think it's a big deal. Don't you think this is rather exciting too?"
Lin Heng: "Exactly. Look at Senior Mu—how open-minded she is. As expected of the Joyous Ancestor."
And so, the three women were forcibly carried into the hall.
This time, Lin Heng had learned his lesson and specially set up a barrier to keep others from disturbing them.
Looking at the three pairs of snowy-white, long, straight jade legs before