aling glimpses of a woman's figure within. Several women followed behind the litter.Seeing such an impressive scene, Qi Lin felt she had arrived at Dali, Yunnan, where revered monks and nuns riding el...Chapter 21: Secrets Unspeakable

The Beauty Red can make the vermilion mark not fade, and is also one of the most potent aphrodisiacs

It's said that just two drops from this small bottle can drive even chaste women mad with desire, amplifying their craving for men a hundredfold. However, it’s considered an illicit drug because once addicted, it’s hard to shake off, much like narcotics.

Right now, Qilin needs something like this.

Something so dubious

The idea repelled her; she squinted and without hesitation threw the bottle of Beauty Red into the snow beside her. Then she walked away but after a few steps, Qilin turned around and rushed back to dig through the snow for the bottle.

This is our only option left.

But who wants to resort to such an unsavory method

So she threw it again.

No, after weighing her options, Qilin had no choice but to put aside her pride and crawl back into the snow to find the bottle once more.

"Young Master, why don't you just pick a man and give him to that girl Why go through so much trouble" Seeing Qilin's dilemma, the madam was tempted to force the solution down Qilin’s throat but held back due to the man behind her. She sighed and closed the door before asking, "This girl may be clever but she is not the best option. Why are you fixated on this person"

Qilin usually didn’t stand out in any particular way except for her weird concoctions which were quite unique, yet there was nothing else remarkable about her. If a beautiful woman was needed, the Drunken Flower Pavilion had many. Why choose such an odd little girl The madam couldn’t figure it out.

The man just smiled and said, "Thank you for your efforts."

Hearing this, the madam knew he didn't want to explain further, so she bowed slightly and left when she looked up again, finding the room empty. By the time she reached the door, Qilin had already disappeared into the night.

Ha, how convenient would that be It must be a joke.

Looking at Wooden Breeze who was rubbing his sore head, Qilin couldn’t help but wonder whether it was Wooden Breeze’s bad luck or her accurate throw. When she had thrown the bottle for what seemed like the nth time, she exerted a little more force than intended and the bottle flew in an arc. She heard a muffled grunt from behind a rock, and there stood the current Wooden Breeze.

Seriously, it's just getting hit by a bottle. Why be so dramatic Qi Lin shamefully looked at Mu Qingfeng who was hugging his head and rolling on the ground. Who could take this idiot away And finally hang his corpse on the city wall.

Mu Qingfeng was still holding his head and yelling "ouch, ouch." He had thought that Qi Lin would come to care for him, but when he rolled a dark mark in the snow, Qi Lin just stood there with her arms crossed, looking at him as if he were a mad dog.

"You're so cold-hearted," Mu Qingfeng stopped rolling on the ground after realizing that Qi Lin wouldn't come to his aid. He lay flat on the snow and panted heavily. He held up the bottle but no one could tell what it was, "What is this"

Qi Lin walked over, wanting to take back the bottle but Mu Qingfeng avoided her touch. She inwardly despised him and after some thought, said seriously, "Sir Mu, last time Ah Xue offended you. I hope that with your great magnanimity, you won't hold it against her."

Mu Qingfeng was slightly surprised at this unexpected apology and Qi Lin's seriousness. He stared into Qi Lin’s dark eyes which glinted in the moonlight, and sat up halfway using one hand. A smile spread across his lips as he said, "Unbelievably grateful How do you wish to thank me then By offering yourself to me"

What a joke!

Hmm… did I just hear something strange Mu Qingfeng looked around but saw nothing other than an occasional servant. He was puzzled as he returned his gaze to Qi Lin who had assumed a calm look, and grew even more curious. When they last met in Maple Garden, she seemed to be hiding something from him. And with one sentence, she turned him from a courteous gentleman into a playboy. That’s why he decided to remember her.

When he saw her the other day at the festival wearing white male clothes and looking frail in the wind, it stirred his heart so much that he had gone over and held her hand. When he saw Yumei lying on Yunmu's bed, blood streaming from her arm, he thought she would lower her head out of sympathy or pray hypocritically. But instead, she just watched quietly until the end, with her trembling hands and calm exterior completely incongruous. This woman’s strength was something he never could have imagined.

Qi Lin rubbed her nose and swallowed what she had wanted to say, putting on a smile instead as she said, "Sir Mu is joking."

"Am I" There was nothing more interesting than talking with Qi Lin. He stretched out his long arm and the bottle appeared in front of Qi Lin’s face. “If you answer my question, I will give it to you. Will that do”

Question Qi Lin quickly thought about what Mu Qingfeng might ask. Is this a medicinal potion No, given how experienced he was, he should know what this is and wouldn’t need to ask. So would he then ask why she needed it She had already prepared her answers – just name any random person who doesn't exist and claim she needed it for that person. Or perhaps he’d ask why she wasn’t by Yunmu’s side, but she was also prepared for this one as well – of course there were things Yunmu had to do; how could he stay by his side all the time It would be too awkward.

Actually, Yunmu was in the bath at that moment and she slipped out while he wasn’t watching.

"Ask away," she could deal with these questions anyway.

Mu Qingfeng reached up to touch the rouge on Qi Lin’s left cheek. "Women have always been fond of beauty, so why aren't you"

What Qi Lin was startled and moved back a little, avoiding Mu Qingfeng's hand. She subconsciously touched her face where she had applied the rouge with her lipstick. This color should be dark enough to go unnoticed… but he actually asked about this

"There are countless ways of being beautiful; one can’t force it," although plastic surgery was available in modern times, she still believed in natural beauty, and was quite satisfied with her appearance.

In ancient times, it was natural to avoid things one didn't want to get close to.

The moment the voice ended, a refreshing scent wafted over her face. Unlike the tea fragrance of elm wood, this smell was faint and reminiscent of orchids but with a unique twist—she could sense the breeze carrying it.

"Tell me the truth," Mu Qingfeng muttered after a while.uence for breaking rules. Additionally, someone would periodically deliver an antidote.What's the difference between being controlled and thisTearing the letter into pieces without hesitation and casu...