Wu Zetian's Seductive Charm! Qian Ye Wins Her Over! Mohist Mechanical City!

Qian Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Memories of last night came flooding back like a tide.

After he and Wu Zetian had finished discussing state affairs, the woman had insisted on making him drink.

She claimed it was a century-old vintage tribute from the Western Regions and that he simply had to taste it.

His alcohol tolerance was decent, but nothing extraordinary.

Who would have thought the liquor would be absurdly potent? After a few cups, without using Soul Power, he had started blacking out.

This wasn't drinking at all. It was obviously a trap!

Qian Yu looked at the woman sleeping sweetly beside him and secretly gritted his teeth.

He had spent his whole life hunting geese, only to have one peck him in the eye today.

He had actually fallen for Wu Meiniang's scheme!

Just then.

The beauty beside him seemed to sense the movement. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her large, watery eyes.

When Wu Zetian saw Qian Yu's annoyed expression, a sly glint flashed through her eyes.

She stretched lazily like a Persian Cat, her beautiful curves fully displayed beneath the brocade quilt.

"Brother Qian Yu, you're awake?"

Her voice was husky yet soft, so alluring it seemed capable of melting one's bones.

Wu Zetian propped herself up halfway, utterly unconcerned about exposing her skin. Instead, she extended a finger and traced circles over Qian Yu's chest.

"Your alcohol tolerance is far too poor."

"You were down after only three cups."

"Last night... you made things very hard for me."

She leaned close to Qian Yu's ear, her breath fragrant as orchids, her tone full of provocation and teasing.

"You!"

Qian Yu looked at that exquisite face so close before him and listened to her smug words. The anger in his heart immediately flared.

This woman had set him up. If he swallowed his anger now, who would be in charge of the Great Tang Empire's harem from now on?

His authority as the man of the house could not be undermined!

"Mei Niang, you're playing with fire."

Qian Yu narrowed his eyes as he looked at Wu Zetian's pair of irresistibly alluring legs.

They truly were beautiful.

They were the Creator's most perfect masterpiece—any more would be too full, any less too slender. Smooth and lustrous as jade, they were impossible to put down.

He no longer hesitated. Since he had already been tricked, he had to reclaim his dignity.

Qian Yu suddenly rolled over and pinned Wu Zetian beneath him.

"Ah!"

Wu Zetian cried out, but there was not the slightest panic in her eyes. Instead, they glittered with the smile of someone whose plan had succeeded.

"Since your tolerance is poor, you'll have to make up for it through diligence."

Qian Yu's palm caressed skin as smooth as silk.

"Now, it's your turn to work hard."

The temperature inside the bedchamber instantly rose.

The once-silent hall once again filled with sounds that made one's heart race and face flush.

This bout of "morning exercise" lasted a full hour.

When Qian Yu, refreshed and invigorated, straightened his clothes and walked out of the bedchamber, he felt that the sunlight was bright and the air fresh.

And upon the Dragon Bed behind him.

The once-unrivaled Empress Your Majesty was now limp beneath the brocade quilt, without even the strength to lift a finger.

As she watched Qian Yu's departing back, the smile at the corner of her lips only deepened.

"Scoundrel..."

Wu Zetian murmured to herself, turning over and finding a comfortable position.

"I'm rather tired."

"Pass down the order. Today... there will be no morning court."

In the Imperial Garden.

The moment Qian Yu stepped inside, he saw two lovely figures seated in a pavilion.

Qian Renxue had changed into a pale golden dress today, making her look especially pure and refined. She was holding a book and reading.

Meanwhile, Gongsun Li sat beside her with a flower umbrella propped up, listlessly watching the rankings in the sky.

"I never expected that Li Bai to be so powerful."

Gongsun Li swung her slender legs as she muttered.

"Twin Martial Souls—Azure Spring Wine Pot and Azure Lotus Sword—and he even ranked seventh."

"It seems I'll have to be more polite when I see him in the future. I can't casually call him a drunkard anymore."

Qian Renxue nodded at that.

"Wonderful Sound Pavilion has stood firm on the continent for so long. It truly has deep foundations."

Just then.

Qian Renxue caught sight of a white figure from the corner of her eye.

She immediately put down her book, a delighted smile appearing on her face, and rushed over like a cheerful little bird.

"Father!"

Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Yu's arm, lifted her little face, and blinked her large eyes.

"You finally came out!"

"What were you discussing with that Wu Zetian inside last night? Why did it take so long?"

"I've been waiting for you all morning."

Seeing his daughter's innocent eyes, Qian Yu could not help blushing. An inexplicable sense of guilt rose within him.

He coughed twice, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

"Cough, cough... It was nothing."

"We were merely discussing state affairs."

"For example, the upcoming regional war arrangements, and how Shangguan Wan'er would crush Tang Hao."

"These are all important military and national matters that required careful discussion, so it took a little longer."

Qian Yu spouted nonsense with a perfectly straight face.

"Really?"

Qian Renxue looked at her father with a face full of suspicion.

She leaned closer to Qian Yu's clothes and gently sniffed.

"But... Father, why do you smell strange?"

"This seems to be the incense fragrance the Empress often uses."

"And... there's a bit of alcohol on you too."

Qian Yu inwardly cried out in alarm. Why was this girl's nose as sharp as a dog's?

He immediately pushed Qian Renxue away without making it obvious and took half a step back.

"That was... celebratory wine!"

"Yes, celebratory wine to wish Wan'er success from the start."

"As for the fragrance, it's from the incense in the hall. It's perfectly normal for it to cling to me."

Qian Yu did not want to keep dwelling on this topic. If he led his daughter astray, that would be a grave sin.

Xue'er was still an innocent child.

He quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, right, Xue'er."

Qian Yu looked at Gongsun Li beside them, then said to Qian Renxue:

"A'li and I are going to Mo Family City later."

"Do you want to come along?"

The moment Qian Renxue heard they were going out, her attention was immediately diverted.

"Mo Family City?"

Her eyes instantly lit up, full of curiosity and surprise.

"The mysterious Mo Family City said to produce all kinds of Soul Tools, Battle Armor, and even Teleportation Towers?"

She had heard of the place back when she was at Spirit Hall.

It was said that its Mechanism Arts were unmatched in the world and had even created powerful weapons that allowed ordinary people to contend against Soul Masters.

But Mo Family City had always kept a low profile, making it difficult for outsiders to enter.

She had never expected her father to be going there.

"Mhm."

Qian Yu nodded, a mysterious smile on his face.

"It's quite a good place."

"Your birthday is coming up soon."

"When we get to Mo Family City, Father will give you a special birthday gift."

Hearing that there would be a gift, Qian Renxue became even happier.

Clinging to Qian Yu's arm, she coquettishly asked:

"What gift is it, Father? Tell me first!"

"Is it some powerful Soul Tool? Or perhaps a beautiful outfit?"

Qian Yu smiled and lightly scraped her nose.

"It's a secret."

"You'll find out when we get there."

"This gift will definitely leave you astonished. It may even give you the ability to challenge opponents above your level."