430: Chapter 430 The Little Girl's Instigation

Moli looked at the two's instantly changing expressions and was overjoyed in her heart.

She really couldn't hold it in; the corners of her mouth curled up wildly, and her eyes were filled with undisguised mischief.

How interesting!

Not getting to see Xuanyin's fun, watching King Feiyun and Ziyi's isn't bad either!

The dignified King Feiyun, a Ninth-Rank titled king who had lived for nearly twenty thousand years, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot at this moment.

The Eighth-Rank Grand Steward Ziyi, usually steady, upright, and impeccable in her handling of matters, didn't look any better at the moment.

Both of their expressions silently repeated the same sentence:

We don't want to think about those scenes, but they just popped up on their own.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Moli deliberately drew out the end of her voice, her small face full of schadenfreude.

"I didn't say anything, oh, how did the two of you think of it yourselves?"

King Feiyun's voice was as cold as ice: "Moli."

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't say anymore."

Moli raised her hands in surrender, but the arc of the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

Ziyi took a deep breath, trying to restore her tone to calmness: "We are not going."

King Feiyun also nodded, her tone carrying a decisive meaning: "Not going."

"Why aren't you going?"

Moli blinked her big eyes with an innocent look.

"Anyway, you've watched it before, what's wrong with watching it one more time?"

King Feiyun's eye twitched.

Ziyi's mouth also pressed into a straight line.

As if she hadn't seen their expressions, Moli continued to act cute and counted on her fingers:

"Look, you watched that night with Fei Xue and Feiying."

"Tonight with Ruozao, although you didn't see it with your own eyes, you already thought about it a round just now."

"Then going to take a look... wouldn't that just be reinforcing it?"

"Anyway, you've already fallen for it, what's the difference between one more look and one less look?"

King Feiyun's face darkened a bit more: "That's not the same thing."

"How is that not the same thing?"

Moli asked righteously and sternly in return.

"Anyway, you both already have that kind of feeling for Lin Yun, looking once is looking, looking twice is also looking."

"Maybe if you look a few more times, you'll be able to figure out what Xuanyin actually discovered?"

Ziyi's tone carried a helplessness of being driven into a corner: "Sister Moli..."

"And think about it," Moli didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

"If that thing Xuanyin discovered can only be felt by observing Lin Yun up close."

"Then if you don't contact him, won't you never figure it out?"

"You surely can't just muddle along and stay trapped in it like this?"

This sentence finally made both of them fall silent for a moment.

Seeing that they were shaken, Moli immediately pressed her advantage:

"Go, go, just go take a look."

"You don't need to get too close, just take a look from afar."

"What if you really discover something?"

King Feiyun and Ziyi looked at each other.

Both saw similarly complex emotions in each other's eyes.

Clearly knowing they shouldn't go, clearly knowing that going might make them sink deeper.

But what Moli said also made sense.

If they didn't make contact, they would never figure it out.

Never figuring it out, they would never find a solution.

Forever trapped inside, spinning around like headless flies.

King Feiyun closed her eyes, as if making a huge determination:

"...Take a look."

Ziyi also nodded silently, the roots of her ears flushing with an inconspicuous red.

Moli's eyes lit up, and she immediately turned and walked toward the direction of Lin Family Manor, her pace as brisk as a little squirrel that had stolen a fruit.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go! I'll lead the way!"

King Feiyun and Ziyi followed behind, their paces slower than usual by more than a beat.

Moli walked at the very front, the smile on her small face as bright as a blooming sunflower.

But deep down, she actually harbored a bit of disappointment.

She originally wanted to use this opportunity to closely observe what was so special about Lin Yun.

But King Feiyun and Ziyi were only willing to take a look from afar and refused to get close.

What could be seen from a distant glance?

But Moli didn't show it.

She just skipped along ahead, greeting the two behind her in a tone of "I am totally doing this to help you":

"Hurry up, hurry up! Any later and Ruozao will be asleep!"

The night wind blew from that direction, fluttering the hem of her tender green short jacket.

The moonlight fell on the corners of her upturned mouth, making her tender little face appear exceptionally vivid.

And King Feiyun and Ziyi followed silently behind.

One Ninth-Rank, one Eighth-Rank.

Two figures of great weight in the Lingyuan Empire, at this moment, like two guilty maidens, tiptoed toward the same patch of lamplight.

The moonlight paved the entire courtyard.

The lamplight of the bridal chamber appeared exceptionally warm in the night.

Ruozao's soft murmurs leaked through the cracks in the window, delicate and soft.

Then, wrapped by the night wind, they drifted toward the three figures outside the courtyard, each harboring their own thoughts.

...

It was already five in the morning.

The heated atmosphere remained intense.

Inside the bridal chamber of Lin Family Manor, the candlelight flickered all night long.

It still showed no sign of going out at this moment.

The bright red wedding candles had been changed three times, and the wax tears piled up in layers of marks on the candlesticks.

Ruozao's voice was soft and light.

Carrying a trembling sensation of being repeatedly crushed and then pieced back together.

Blended with Lin Yun's low and gentle soothing.

Interweaving into an ambiguous movement that only the night could accommodate.

In the next room.

Qiao Feifei, Shen Youqing, Bai Ling, Lu Shan, Fei Xue, Feiying, and others were already captivated by watching.

No one spoke, no one could bear to break the quiet of this moment.

Only occasional extremely light laughter and hurried breathing rose and fell in the small space, like a silent harmony.

And in the Void Realm outside the manor, three figures silently melted into the night.

King Feiyun stood with her hands behind her back, her expression heavy, like a sculpture frozen by the moonlight.

Ziyi stood half a step behind her side, her aura restrained to the extreme, suppressing even her breathing to be light and shallow.

Moli squeezed between the two of them.

Just one look.

And she almost lost it right on the spot.

The little loli's eyes widened round, her small mouth slightly open.

Her whole body felt as if she had been hit head-on by something, and she almost failed to stand steady.

King Feiyun perceived her lack of composure and glanced at her.

Her gaze carried a trace of extremely faint scrutiny, as if saying:

You have your day too.

Moli's ear roots burned from being looked at by her, and she hurriedly withdrew her gaze.

Trying to restore her expression to calmness.

But on that tender little face, an unnatural blush spread from her ear roots to her cheeks, refusing to be suppressed no matter what.

This family... seems a bit perverted.

This thought uncontrollably popped up in her mind.

Whose wedding night has the next room filled with a whole room of people watching?

Oh, Lin Yun's family.

She bit hard on the tip of her tongue, shaking those images out of her mind.

But as soon as one wave was shaken out, the next wave surged in.

Those images illuminated warmly by the candlelight.

Those fragmented, warm, and bone-deep lingering sounds.

Like the tide, wave after wave battered against her heart defense, which had never truly been shaken for eight thousand years.

Moli was starting to regret it.