259: Chapter 259 Mo Han's Farewell: Young Master, Remember to Think of Me

Hearing this straightforward, even somewhat bold, statement, Xu Chen was slightly taken aback.

In his previous impression, Mo Han was always the cold-blooded, ruthless shadow assassin who hid in the shadows and only knew how to execute killing orders.

Even though their relationship had long been established, she habitually positioned herself as a humble maidservant, blushing even when he initiated holding her hand.

Xu Chen looked at the girl before him, her cheeks flushed, yet staring directly at him with all her might. An indescribable tenderness and emotion welled up in his heart.

This silly girl, usually as cold as ice, once melted, her fervent tenderness could utterly drown one's heart.

Xu Chen said nothing, only reached out his hands, gently cupped her exquisite face, and slowly caressed her slightly trembling red lips with his thumbs.

Feeling the Young Lord's gentle, water-like gaze, Mo Han took a deep breath.

She stepped back half a pace, raised her slender and strong jade hands, which were accustomed to holding a sword year-round, and slowly placed them at the collar of her tight-fitting attire.

A faint rustle of fabric could be heard.

That black night suit, symbolizing slaughter and coldness, slipped down her rounded, fragrant shoulders and silently piled up on the bluestone floor at her feet.

Red candles flickered, light and shadow dappled.

Mo Han shielded her chest with her hands, her long eyelashes trembling violently, not daring to look into Xu Chen's eyes at all.

Xu Chen stepped forward and scooped up the slightly trembling, delicate body in his arms.

He carried Mo Han, walking step by step to the not-so-spacious wooden couch, and gently placed her upon it.

The bedding on the wooden couch carried a uniquely cool and faint fragrance belonging to Mo Han.

Xu Chen leaned down, kneeling on one knee at the edge of the bed, gazing deeply at the girl beneath him.

"Tonight, there are no master and servant, only us."

Xu Chen's voice was low and magnetic. He lowered his head, kissing Mo Han's forehead and eyebrows with extreme tenderness, finally settling on her slightly trembling red lips.

Mo Han's originally tense body gradually softened into a pool of spring water during this long and tender kiss. She wrapped her arms tightly around Xu Chen's neck, responding somewhat clumsily yet with immense passion.

The candlewick of the red candle let out a faint popping sound.

The light gauze curtain on the bed slowly fell, completely concealing the spring scenery in the room.

On this eve of departure, Mo Han displayed an unprecedented initiative. She transformed all her worldly attachments and reluctance into the most direct physical language.

She carefully removed Xu Chen's white robe, her fingertips gently tracing his firm chest, her movements as soft as if she were worshipping a deity.

When their skin finally met, that perfect fusion made Mo Han let out a soft cry, suppressed deep in her throat.

"Young Lord..."

Xu Chen held the back of her head with his broad hand, stopping her from continuing to use that address.

"Call me by my name."

Mo Han's eyes were hazy, and a captivating blush bloomed at their corners. She obediently opened her mouth, her voice so sweet it seemed to drip with honey.

"Xu Chen..."

Accompanied by this call, a pure love, devoid of any ulterior motives or the enhancement of any Formation secret arts, fully blossomed in this small guest room of the side hall.

Xu Chen knew that Mo Han was a girl extremely lacking in a sense of security, so he gave her the utmost patience and tenderness. His every movement was extremely delicate, as if he were cherishing a rare treasure.

Mo Han bit her lower lip tightly. Her hands gripped the bedsheet beneath her, her knuckles turning pale, yet she couldn't bear to close her eyes.

She wanted to engrave every expression, every breath of Xu Chen at this moment, deeply into her Soul.

The night wind rattled the window lattice.

Accompanied by a high-pitched and melodious cry, Mo Han suddenly arched her slender swan neck, her entire body taut like a fully drawn bowstring, then limply collapsed into Xu Chen's embrace.

A glistening tear rolled down the corner of her eye, dripping onto Xu Chen's chest, scalding hot.

The storm of passion subsided.

The cool night breeze blew into the room through the window cracks, slightly dissipating the rich, enchanting atmosphere in the air.

Xu Chen pulled over a nearby brocade quilt, wrapping them tightly together. He let Mo Han rest in the crook of his arm, his large hand gently stroking her sweat-dampened dark hair.

Mo Han, like a tired spiritual cat that had finally found a safe harbor, curled up obediently in Xu Chen's embrace. She extended a slender finger, aimlessly drawing circles on Xu Chen's firm chest.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the steady breathing of the two intertwined.

"Young Lord."

Mo Han softly broke the silence, her voice still hoarse and languid from their intimacy.

"Hmm? Still calling me Young Lord?" Xu Chen lowered his head and pinched her nose.

Mo Han, uncharacteristically, didn't change her address, only burrowed deeper into his embrace.

"In Mo Han's heart, you will always be the Young Lord who pulled me from the abyss. No matter where I go, Mo Han will be the Young Lord's shadow for this entire life."

She looked up, her usually clear eyes now filled with an unyielding deep affection and attachment.

"Mo Han knows that the Young Lord's journey to the Xu Family Ancestral Land will surely face many dangers that Mo Han cannot imagine. Mo Han's cultivation is low; I cannot help the Young Lord, so I can only stay here and guard this home for the Young Lord."

Mo Han took Xu Chen's hand and pressed it against her cheek, her eyes sparkling with incredibly firm resolve.

"Young Lord, go assured. As long as Mo Han draws breath, the Great Xia Imperial Palace will absolutely not have any trouble. Those two mistresses and the future young master, Mo Han will protect them even if it costs me my life."

Listening to this solemn vow, as if it were a last testament, Xu Chen playfully slapped her shapely buttocks, emitting a crisp sound.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Your life is mine. I forbid you to die. Even king yama won't take you away."

Xu Chen tightened his arms, holding her firmly against his chest.

"If you encounter danger, activate those two Great Emperor Puppets in the main hall. You only need to coordinate intelligence from the shadows; don't fight desperately yourself. If the foundation of Great Xia is lost, it can be rebuilt. If you lose even a single strand of hair, I'll overturn this entire Eastern Barrens when I return."

Mo Han's eyes welled up, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into an exceptionally bright smile.

"Young Lord."

Mo Han leaned in and actively kissed Xu Chen's chin, her voice soft as a dream.

"Have a safe journey. And, remember to miss me."

"Don't worry."

Xu Chen rolled over, once again pressing her alluring body beneath him, a wicked fire igniting in his deep eyes.

"To ensure I think of you at all times on this journey, it seems this 'deepening impression' work needs to be done a few more times tonight."

"Oh... Young Lord, you're naughty..."

The red candles flickered once more, and intermittent soft moans continued until the sky turned a fish-belly white.

The next morning.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, scattering upon the magnificent glazed tiles of the Great Xia Imperial Palace.

Xu Chen was dressed neatly, his white robe spotless. He stood in the courtyard of the side hall, gazing at the rolling sea of clouds at the edge of the sky, taking a deep breath of the cool morning air.

Mo Han did not come out to see him off.

Last night's wild passion, coupled with the sorrow of parting, left this strong-willed girl still deeply asleep on the bed. Before leaving, Xu Chen left a pile of top-grade Medicinal Pills for healing and Magic Treasures for self-defense by her bedside, and a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Master, when are we departing?"

A soft, enchanting voice came from behind.

Xu Chen turned his head to see Hua Jieyu leaning against the doorframe of the west wing. This peerless femme fatale had changed into an extremely alluring purple form-fitting long dress today, outlining her devilish curves that could bring ruin to a nation.

Her wavy long hair was casually draped over her fragrant shoulders, and a pair of captivating fox eyes looked at Xu Chen with a half-smile, her gaze filled with undisguised fervor.

Having been cooped up in the Imperial Palace for the past few days, Hua Jieyu had long been looking forward to going out alone with Xu Chen.

"No rush, there are still some matters to handle."

Xu Chen withdrew his gaze and strode out of the Imperial Palace.

Before leaving, he needed to arrange the final living expenses for his wives and children staying at home.