258: Chapter 258 Mo Han's Stay-at-Home Strategy: Protecting Our Home

The night deepened, and the lights in the Great Xia Imperial Palace began to dim.

Compared to the solemn grandeur of the Princess's Bedchamber and the Golden Throne Hall, this side hall located on the west side of the Imperial Palace appeared exceptionally secluded and tranquil.

This area had been specifically allocated by Xu Chen to serve as guest quarters for his accompanying personnel.

A cool night breeze swept through the green bamboo in the courtyard, creating a rustling sound.

Xu Chen walked along the bluestone path with his hands behind his back, his steps slow and measured.

He spread out his Divine Sense and keenly detected a familiar yet cold aura steadily circulating Qi within the East Wing room of the side hall.

That was Mo Han.

As for the West Wing, the inherently lazy Hua Jieyu was resting there.

To avoid disturbing anyone, Xu Chen did not make a sound; his figure flickered slightly, and he passed through the East Wing's defensive Formation without obstruction, appearing inside Mo Han's room.

The furnishings in the room were extremely simple; aside from a bed and a set of table and chairs, there was hardly any superfluous feminine decoration to be seen.

At this moment, Mo Han was sitting cross-legged on the bed, clad in a close-fitting black combat outfit that accentuated her tall, explosive, and stunning figure to perfection.

A short blade, flashing with cold light, lay quietly across her knees.

The instant Xu Chen stepped into the room, Mo Han's tightly closed eyes snapped open, and an extremely sharp Killing Intent instinctively erupted from the depths of her eyes.

The short blade let out a crisp ringing sound, and she grasped it immediately.

When she clearly saw the person approaching was the white-clothed figure she constantly missed, Mo Han's entire Killing Intent vanished without a trace, like ice meeting a scorching sun.

"Young Lord."

Mo Han hastily put away the short blade, flipped off the bed, and knelt down on one knee.

A rare hint of softness and joy appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face, which was usually as cold as eternal mystic ice.

The Young Lord had been secluded these past few days specifically for the sake of propagating descendants.

As a competent Shadow Guard, although Mo Han had been waiting silently in the side hall, her heart still felt somewhat empty.

Seeing Xu Chen arrive alone late at night, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

"How many times have I told you, when there are no outsiders, you don't need to perform such a grand ceremony; you just never learn."

Xu Chen walked forward, reached out, and took Mo Han's slender hand, which bore slight calluses from years of wielding a sword, pulling her up from the ground and drawing her into his embrace.

Mo Han's body stiffened slightly, and she obediently leaned against Xu Chen's broad chest.

The scent of pure Yang Qi, which brought her incomparable security, lingered near her nose, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Rules must not be broken. Mo Han will forever be the sword in the Young Lord's hand."

"Sword what sword? How can a sword be this soft and fragrant?"

Xu Chen chuckled lightly, pinched Mo Han's upturned nose with his large hand, and spoke with a teasing tone, "If you are a sword, then you are a Divine Stone Sharp Weapon capable of slicing away my heart."

Mo Han could hardly withstand Xu Chen's direct sweet talk; her fair cheeks instantly flushed with a captivating blush.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into Xu Chen's deep eyes that seemed capable of seeing through people's hearts.

After a moment of tender affection, Xu Chen put away his playful expression and led Mo Han to sit on a round stool beside the table.

He secretly organized his thoughts, and his gaze became serious.

"Mo Han, I must set off early tomorrow morning to return to the Xu Family Ancestral Land."

Upon hearing this, Mo Han abruptly raised her head, a trace of reluctance flashing in her eyes.

However, her instinct as a guard made her react immediately.

"The Young Lord's journey is long. Mo Han will go pack immediately. With Mo Han accompanying and standing guard, I guarantee the Young Lord's safety throughout the journey."

Saying that, she was about to rise to retrieve the saber resting by the bed.

In her understanding, wherever the Young Lord went, she, the Shadow, must follow; this was the sole meaning of her existence.

Yet, Xu Chen pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her back onto the seat.

"This time, you cannot come with me. You must remain in the Great Xia Imperial Capital."

Mo Han froze.

A wave of unconcealable panic instantly surged into her clear, cold eyes, even carrying a barely perceptible trace of grievance.

"Young Lord... did Mo Han do something poorly that angered you? Do you not want Mo Han anymore?"

In Mo Han's view, being left behind in a foreign land by one's master was equivalent to a disguised banishment and abandonment.

This sense of falling from the Peak to the bottom caused the voice of this top-tier assassin, who could kill without batting an eye, to tremble slightly.

Seeing Mo Han's frightened appearance, Xu Chen's heart softened; he knew she had misunderstood.

He cupped Mo Han's beautiful face with both hands, his thumb gently caressing her slightly pale cheek.

His tone was incomparably gentle, yet it carried a trust as heavy as a mountain.

"What nonsense are you thinking? How could I bear to part with you? Keeping you here is because there is a mission a hundred times more important than protecting me, and only by entrusting it to you can I be completely at ease."

Xu Chen looked into Mo Han's eyes and meticulously explained the Great Xia Empress and the Princess's pregnancies, and his plan to return to retrieve the Void Realm Divine Stone to establish a cross-domain teleportation Formation.

"What Ming Kong and Wei Yang carry in their bellies is the mythical-level Bloodline of my Xu Family.

Now that the Great Xia has just been pacified, the situation is unstable, and I don't know how many eyes are secretly watching the Imperial Family.

If I leave, those two mothers and sons become the most dangerous living targets."

Xu Chen patiently explained, "I have already left two Great Emperor level Female Warrior Puppet figures in the main hall as the highest military deterrence.

But those are ultimately two inanimate objects.

Puppets only know how to kill; they don't understand the treachery of the human heart, nor do they know how to deal with the hidden darts of infighting within the Imperial Palace."

Xu Chen leaned down slightly, his forehead touching Mo Han's forehead; their breaths were clearly audible.

"I need a brain, a brain that is smart enough, ruthless enough, and absolutely loyal to me, to control the overall situation.

In this world, besides you, Mo Han, I cannot find a second person capable of filling this position."

Xu Chen's voice was deep and magnetic; every word struck Mo Han's heart heavily.

"Mo Han, help me guard our home well, protect my women and children. Wait for me to return, okay?"

Our home.

These simple four words, like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, instantly pierced through all the defenses in Mo Han's heart.

Mo Han's eyes turned red, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes.

She no longer dwelled on the disappointment of not being able to accompany him; that trace of grievance had long been completely melted away by surging passion and emotion.

She suddenly stood up, stepped back half a pace, and straightened her spine.

"Young Lord, rest assured. As long as Mo Han still has a breath left, I absolutely will not let anyone set foot inside the Princess's Bedchamber.

If there is any mistake, Mo Han will bring her head to see you."

Her voice regained its usual coolness and decisiveness, but within that decisiveness, there was an added layer of reckless devotion.

Xu Chen looked at the revitalized Mo Han and smiled with satisfaction.

He pulled Mo Han back into his arms in one swift motion and unceremoniously planted a hard kiss on her alluring red lips.

"Bringing your head to see me is unnecessary. I can't bear to see my beautiful head housekeeper perish."

Xu Chen held her tightly, his tone domineering and allowing no argument.

"Remember what I said today.

If you encounter danger you cannot resolve, let those two Great Emperor Puppets take the lead.

Your life is as precious as that of those two mothers and sons; you must live completely intact until I return. Understand?"

Mo Han felt as if she had eaten honey listening to these domineering, protective words.

All her cold pretense was completely shed at this moment; she rested her chin on Xu Chen's shoulder, hugging the man who changed her entire life with all the strength in her body, and nodded heavily.

"Mo Han understands."

The night grew darker.

The red candle in the room swayed gently in the breeze, stretching the two tightly embracing figures into elongated shadows.

The sorrow of parting and the utmost deep affection continuously fermented and intertwined in the air.

Mo Han slightly raised her head; in her eyes, usually as calm as a deep pool, a blazing fire capable of melting a person was currently burning.

She bit her rosy lip, her eyes flowing with emotion, and her voice carried an unprecedented charm mixed with firmness.

"The Young Lord must set off early tomorrow morning. Tonight, let Mo Han serve you well."