Just as Shen Mengli arrived at Li Mucheng's door and was about to raise her hand to knock, Li Mucheng, as if already aware of her presence, opened the door. The unexpected move left Shen Mengli momentarily stunned, frozen in place until Li Mucheng reached out, pulled her inside, and closed the door behind them.
"Mu... Mucheng?"
As soon as she entered, Shen Mengli withdrew her hand from Li Mucheng's grasp, puzzled by her actions while glancing around the room.
Though the layout of each room was identical, Li Mucheng's space was strikingly simple—devoid of excessive decor, save for a faint scent of incense lingering in the air. After a brief survey, Shen Mengli averted her gaze.
"So, Mucheng... did you want to talk to me about something?"
Seeing the confusion on Shen Mengli's face, Li Mucheng voiced her thoughts.
"Mengli, this is for you."
Slowly, Li Mucheng retrieved a key from behind her and placed it in Shen Mengli's palm.
"This is... a key?!"
Upon realizing what she held, Shen Mengli's bewilderment only deepened.
"Mucheng, what does this mean? Why are you giving me a key?"
"This key leads to the teacher's room~"
Li Mucheng answered nonchalantly.
"Wh-what?! The key to Xiaofeng's room..."
Shen Mengli trailed off, finally understanding why Li Mucheng had sought her out. Yet, she still couldn't fathom why Li Mucheng would entrust her with it.
Seemingly sensing her confusion, Li Mucheng explained softly, "I'm giving you the key to the teacher's room because you're very important to all of us."
"I'm important to you?"
"Yes. If you hadn't accepted things back then, our relationship with the teacher might not be as good as it is now. And we’ve all seen how much the teacher cares for you. You're the only one who’s never hurt him..."
At this, Li Mucheng lowered her head in shame, as if the memory of that incident still haunted her like a thorn in her heart.
"Honestly... I was just lucky."
Shen Mengli clenched the key in her hand, reflecting on the ability she once possessed—the very thing that had drawn her closer to Ye Feng.
"You're too modest, Mengli. Now that we’re all living together, I’ve come to accept this life. So I hope... you can let go of your burdens too. Let’s work together for the teacher’s sake... okay?"
Meeting Li Mucheng's gentle gaze, Shen Mengli hesitated before nodding slowly.
"Now I understand why you were the first to accept all this, Mucheng. You’ve truly... embraced it."
"Mhm. But my love for the teacher hasn’t diminished one bit."
"I know..."
Shen Mengli took a deep breath, tightening her grip on the key.
"Thank you, Mucheng. I won’t disturb you any longer."
"Just for today, okay? This is... our shared compromise."
"Alright..."
As Shen Mengli quietly slipped out of the room, Li Mucheng's smile gradually faded. Only when the faint sound of footsteps upstairs disappeared did she prepare to close her door—until Xie Yuyan’s door across the hall swung open, revealing her graceful figure leaning against the frame.
Xie Yuyan, as if privy to everything, cut straight to the point: "Mengli went up?"
"Yes."
"How nice..."
"......"
......
"Hah..."
Meanwhile, Ye Feng, lost in slumber, was immersed in a hazy dream. One moment, he was admiring a breathtaking landscape; the next, he found himself in a scorching desert. The heat grew unbearable, sapping his strength until he collapsed, slowly buried beneath the endless dunes, swallowed by the desert’s silence.
"Haah! Haah! Haah!"
He jolted awake, gasping for air, his chest still heavy. As he tried to throw off the covers and get water, his body refused to move—as if pinned down by some unseen force.
What’s happening?! Why can’t I move?!
Panicked, Ye Feng yanked the sheets away, only to discover the source of his discomfort.
Shen Mengli lay atop him, her affectionate gaze locked onto his, her delicate form pressed tightly against him, her sweet fragrance filling his senses.
"Men... Mengli?! How did you—"
"Shh~"
She pressed a finger to his lips, whispering,
"Xiaofeng, keep your voice down. I snuck in here with great difficulty."
"Snuck in? But I’m sure I locked—"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli dangled the key in front of his eyes.
"A key?! But how do you have a key to my room?!"
"Because... I’ve earned it~"
Without another word, Shen Mengli pounced on him like a starved wolf, sealing his lips with hers.
"Mmph... mmm..."
"Mmm... slurp..."
"Hah... hah... nngh..."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
