We can also make him die of illness unexpectedly, can't we?

Mo Yunxuan walked slowly behind Meng Qianxue, his arms slipping around her waist to rest on her lower belly, his voice soft by her ear:

"I was just thinking—when should I transfer my Qianxue back to the Wei State Duke Mansion and marry you? What's wrong, Qianxue? Are you angry?"

Feeling the warm breath continuously brushing against her ear and the touch on her abdomen, Meng Qianxue's entire body began to heat up rapidly.

She stammered in reply, "Who... who's angry! I'm just... just reminding you not to space out! Yes! Reminding you!"

Hearing the woman in his arms speak with such illogical words and sensing that she made no move to break free, Mo Yunxuan gently bit her flushed little ear.

Feeling her body tremble slightly, Mo Yunxuan teased again, "So that means Qianxue also wants to marry me as soon as possible?"

Meng Qianxue felt something was off about her whole being. Hearing Mo Yunxuan's teasing, she found some unknown strength and stomped her foot onto his.

Mo Yunxuan felt the light stamp on his foot and didn't continue his teasing. Instead, he slowly released his hands from where they were clasped over her belly.

Meng Qianxue took the chance to break free from his embrace, but the moment she did, her legs went weak.

Instinctively, she fell back toward Mo Yunxuan. Watching Meng Qianxue tumble into his arms again, he didn't speak.

He simply held her shoulders quietly, breathing in the faint fragrance of her hair.

Once Meng Qianxue gradually calmed down, she gently pushed against his arm. Mo Yunxuan cooperated and let go.

His voice a little hoarse, he said, "Qianxue, in one month, I'll arrange for someone to relieve you at the Right Wei Guard. You and I will marry. Is that alright?"

"Mm."

Hearing such a direct statement, the blush that had just faded crept back onto Meng Qianxue's cheeks. Tears glistened in her eyes, and even her voice carried a soft, tearful edge.

Mo Yunxuan, having received Meng Qianxue's response, felt his heart brighten instantly.

Gently holding her slender, smooth little hand, he gazed at her bright eyes and white teeth, and couldn't help but sigh:

What a wonderful person! I truly wish I could never be apart from her!

But then Mo Yunxuan suddenly remembered the Villain Protagonist and the Child of Destiny he had encountered on his way to the barracks today.

A shadow immediately fell over his heart. Whether it was a Villain Protagonist or a Destined Protagonist, as long as they were tied to a protagonist, things were bound to get very troublesome.

It seems the Elite Vanguard's reinforcement needs to start as soon as possible! Mo Yunxuan silently resolved in his heart.

Still, he showed none of these thoughts on his face. He didn't want Meng Qianxue to know and worry for him.

Mo Yunxuan gently kneaded her soft little hand, feeling like he could never touch it enough.

Meng Qianxue, embarrassed by his staring, felt her hand being rubbed nonstop. She shot him a coquettish glare and said with feigned annoyance:

"Alright, stop rubbing. You're going to rub it red."

Hearing her coquettish complaint, Mo Yunxuan wasn't embarrassed at all.

A man might be shy before taking the first step, but after that step, his skin grows much thicker.

Mo Yunxuan was in that state now, even gradually pushing further as he pulled Meng Qianxue back into his arms.

He gently kissed her soft lips, savoring the warm sweetness.

Meng Qianxue, too, went from initial hesitation to slowly responding.

A full three minutes later, the two slowly parted, a thin, glistening thread breaking between them.

Feeling Mo Yunxuan's hands still stirring restlessly, Meng Qianxue snapped awake and quickly pressed them down.

"Wait! I still have to go back to work later! You don't actually want to do everything here, do you?"

Hearing her words, Mo Yunxuan also calmed down. Looking at the bloodstained tables and chairs around them and the pool of foul-smelling blood on the floor, he too felt their first time shouldn't be so hasty. But having just tasted a woman's sweet allure, Mo Yunxuan smacked his lips with a quiet sigh of regret.

Full of apology, he said, "Sorry, Qianxue. It's been so long since I've seen you—you're too tempting. I couldn't hold back. Can you forgive me?"

Meng Qianxue looked at the shameless Mo Yunxuan and said helplessly, "Fine! I forgive you. Let's just hurry up and get out!"

With that, she grabbed his hand and started walking out. After all, they had already kissed—why would she be shy about holding hands now?

Mo Yunxuan looked at the hand holding his, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he followed behind her, promising:

"Qianxue, in the future, I will definitely welcome you into my home with an eight-person bridal sedan chair!"

Hearing his promise, a happy smile unconsciously appeared on Meng Qianxue's face.

But it vanished in an instant. She gave a soft hum and warned him with feigned irritation:

"You'd better take care of yourself first. You still haven't settled on the Commander for the Left Wei Guard."

"At tomorrow's Imperial Court session, the Empress will likely send someone to test you. You need to be careful."

Watching the lovely woman's brow furrow deeper with each word of warning, Mo Yunxuan pulled the advancing Meng Qianxue to a stop.

In a steady, firm tone, he said, "Don't worry. What's meant to be ours will be ours. Even if the Empress really does manage to plant someone in."

"In a month, we can make that person 'die of illness by accident,' can't we?"

He smoothed the furrow between her brows, then gently pinched her soft cheek. So smooth!

Meng Qianxue had felt somewhat comforted by his words, but feeling the pinch on her face and seeing the slight curl of his lips, she thought angrily: This man just can't control himself! He's definitely going to be a womanizer in the future, hmph!

With that thought, Meng Qianxue shoved him away from her side and said irritably, "As long as you're confident, that's fine!"

Then, without looking back, she mounted her warhorse and, without even a word of farewell, led her personal guards out of the barracks.

Mo Yunxuan stood frozen in place, gazing at the graceful figure on horseback, unable to understand why Meng Qianxue had suddenly grown angry.

After racking his brains to no avail, he finally decided to stop thinking about it.

This problem was too profound for him; it would be simpler to just ask her directly later.

Snapping back to reality, Mo Yunxuan climbed into the carriage that had already stopped in front of him, leaned back on the sofa, and called out to the empty space, "Gao Lan."

"Your subordinate is here."

The moment the words fell, Gao Lan's voice sounded beside Mo Yunxuan's ear.

Mo Yunxuan showed no surprise at this. He knew that although his Imperial Guards would not deliberately pry into the carriage's interior, the moment any situation arose, they would immediately detect it—let alone when he directly summoned them.

"Gao Lan, I need a large number of Fierce Beasts from different races, at least two hundred of each."

"This task is entrusted to you and Qiao Heng. All Imperial Guards are at your disposal. Whether you buy them or capture them, all expenses will be drawn from the estate treasury."