"You knew?" Emily smiled sweetly. "Then why did you deliberately act like that?"
Han Shuo reached out and drew Emily into his arms, saying softly, "I already have too many women. What more could I want? Influence, strength, an illustrious position-I already have all of them. It's about time I learned some restraint. Besides, my energy is limited. I don't even have that much time to spend with you all. I can't do that to her."
Leaning gently against Han Shuo, Emily giggled. "Hehe, that doesn't sound like the old you. As I remember it, you never turned anyone down. Just look-how many women are in that room? Aren't they all the result of your philandering? Why the sudden change?"
"Uh..." Han Shuo smiled wryly. Those were the facts, and he really did not know how to argue back. After some thought, he finally found a suitable excuse. "The reason I indulged myself so much back then was that the martial technique I practiced had reached a very delicate stage. I had no choice. It was necessary for cultivating my strength!"
Emily gave Han Shuo a sultry roll of her eyes, poked his chest with a slender finger, and scolded softly, "Excuses!"
Looking thoroughly wronged, Han Shuo suddenly clasped Emily tightly and grinned wickedly. "You women never believe me when I tell the truth, but you insist on believing lies. Come here, come here. Your man is angry, and you need to be punished!"
"Hehe... go ahead. I'm not afraid of you..." Emily gently swayed her body, seductive as a beautiful serpent.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those six months, the Chaos Lands grew even more chaotic. All sorts of rumors filled Deep Valley. The monarchs, led by Tyr and Rogg, spread word