Mo Lin and Qian Renxue handled matters exceptionally well. No one suspected a thing; they merely thought that after all these years of abstinence and lack of desire, Xue Qinghe had finally wanted to do what men wanted to do. The only commotion came from some young ladies who had long secretly admired Xue Qinghe, who began threatening to hang themselves or jump into rivers all day, saying they no longer wanted to live. But none of that mattered to Mo Lin and Qian Renxue, who remained in the Crown Prince's residence. They only needed to do their own work properly—one reviewing all manner of governmental affairs, the other cultivating diligently.
To ensure that no one grew suspicious, the two even slept in the same room beneath the same blanket. Yet Mo Lin still did nothing. This was different from when he had lived with Hu Liena before. He felt that making advances on Qian Renxue would be somewhat unfair to Hu Liena. Thinking about it now, he did not necessarily have to develop that sort of relationship with Qian Renxue; being friends was enough. After all, his focus had now shifted somewhat. He no longer needed to completely control Spirit Hall as he had initially planned. And now that he thought about it, it would still be rather difficult to fully restore Spirit Hall's reputation. It would be better to establish a new force himself, then absorb Spirit Hall into it.
Though Mo Lin had many things to do and many things to think about, that did not mean he had neglected his cultivation. His Qi Body Origin Flow was constantly operating at high speed. He even used Grand Luo Insight to accelerate his own time so he could finish reviewing the various governmental affairs faster. In any case,