Yan'er, can I...

Han Yan kept her eyes tightly shut, expecting to feel the cold blade pierce her body or the horrifying sensation of Mo Qingkuang being split in two by a sword, with warm blood splattering all over her. However, all she heard was Han Meng's terrified wails, sending shivers down her spine. 

She cautiously opened her eyes a fraction, only to find Mo Qingkuang still standing in front of her. 

The seemingly invincible Han Meng had lost his weapon and was now writhing in agony, clutching his face. 

What was happening? Had reinforcements arrived? Or... 

Watching Mo Qingkuang's still towering figure, she couldn't shake off the eerie feeling of unfamiliarity. 

If the previous Mo Qingkuang was like a nimble breeze, the Mo Qingkuang before her now resembled a massive mountain! 

Unreachable and unfathomable! 

"I said, stop screaming! My patience is running thin!" Mo Fan sighed lightly. 

Mo Qingkuang's body was in a terrible state at the moment and couldn't sustain his possession of the body for more than two minutes at most, compared to his peak when he could maintain it for five minutes. 

"Ah, I don't even have time left for interrogation. Damn..." Mo Fan shook his head helplessly. 

Seeing Han Meng still writhing in pain, he quickly pinched several iron balls from the sword and firmly pinned Han Meng to the ground with them. 

This not only immobilized him but also sealed off his meridians, preventing him from retaliating. 

"I guess I would let them handle it." Mo Fan sighed and withdrew from his possession as he fell into a deep slumber. 

The moment Mo Qingkuang regained control of his body; he felt an overwhelming emptiness throughout. His eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and his consciousness quickly slipped into a state of sleep under the weight of profound fatigue. 

His slender body couldn't hold up any longer and slowly fell backward, collapsing onto the delicate form of Han Yan. 

But the unconscious Mo Qingkuang couldn't feel the intoxicating warmth of Han Yan's soft fragrance. 

When he woke up again, he had no idea how much time had passed. 

At the bedside, Han Yan sat there with tears in her eyes, gazing at him affectionately, her eyes brimming with love, almost overflowing. 

The trope of a hero rescuing the damsel in distress would never go out of style, especially when the beauty had great affection for the hero. 

"You're awake." Han Yan exclaimed in joy as she saw Mo Qingkuang awaken. 

After Mo Qingkuang fell into a coma, she hurried to the palace with him at the fastest speed possible, stumbling several times along the way but no longer paying attention to her condition. 

She only knew that Mo Qingkuang must have paid a great price to defeat Han Meng, using powers that shouldn't have been controllable at the martial master realm. 

But what exactly it was no longer mattered to her. As long as Mo Qingkuang was safe, nothing else mattered. 

As for her best friend, Gu Hongyi, lying in a pool of blood with her life hanging by a thread... 

To hell with that best friend! Of course, men were more important. 

After reporting the news, Han Yan entrusted the palace soldiers to rescue Gu Hongyi. 

Fortunately, when Gu Hongyi was rescued, she was not dead. 

However, what shocked her was that, after the physician's examination, Mo Qingkuang was only abnormally weak, with only some minor injuries all over his body. 

After taking some healing pills and getting examined by the palace physician, Mo Qingkuang quickly regained consciousness. 

"Did you see everything?" Mo Qingkuang's gaze flickered slightly. 

When Mo Fan possessed the body, he specifically asked Han Yan to close her eyes. However, he believed that Han Yan must have peeked due to Han Meng's cries of pain. 

If it weren't for him confirming that Gu Hongyi had fallen unconscious, he wouldn't have dared to ask Mo Fan to use possession. 

Mo Fan's existence was his biggest secret. If it were known by someone with malicious intent, his current strength wouldn't be enough to protect Mo Fan's existence. 

He reluctantly trusted Han Yan because she was the fiancée designated by Mo Fan himself, and he also liked her very much. 

Han Yan nodded gently. "Yes." 

"Don't tell anyone, not even the Emperor! Just say that a passing expert lent a hand," Mo Qingkuang's expression was grave as he looked deeply at Han Yan. 

"I know, I haven't said anything to anyone," Han Yan nodded. The power Mo Qingkuang had unleashed must have had great limitations, and it couldn't be exposed to others. 

Otherwise, in the martial arts competition against Lin Yang, just a slight release of this power would be enough to crush Lin Yang to death several times over. 

Therefore, when asked, she didn't reveal Mo Qingkuang's secret. She simply said that she had also passed out, and when she woke up, she brought Mo Qingkuang back, while Han Meng had already been subdued by others. 

"That's good," Mo Qingkuang nodded and struggled to sit up. 

Han Yan gently found a pillow to support his back. 

"Thank you, Ninth Princess," Mo Qingkuang said. 

"In the future, just call me Yan'er," Han Yan shyly lowered her head, then added, as if to cover up, "That's how my friends address me." 

Mo Qingkuang inwardly chuckled. 

'Your friends wouldn't dare to address you like that, would they? Since I arrived in the capital, everyone has called you the Ninth Princess.' 

But he didn't expose her. Women are sensitive about their dignity, after all. 

His ancestor's teachings were correct: goddesses aren't supposed to be licked; they're supposed to be attracted! 

This was the number one beauty of Tianxuan. Even if he wanted to lift her veil now, he probably wouldn't face any resistance. 

"Alright, Yan'er," Mo Qingkuang responded amiably. 

"Mmm," Han Yan replied timidly. 

Their eyes met, exchanging their emotions. 

The blush on Han Yan's face extended to her neck. 

After exchanging affectionate glances for a while, Mo Qingkuang couldn't resist any longer. He reached out and gently held Han Yan's boneless hand, pulling her closer and gazing deeply into her eyes. "Yan'er, can I..." 

Before Han Yan could answer, a stern voice interrupted from outside, "You can't!" 

Hearing the voice, the two quickly separated as if shocked. Then, a figure entered through the door —it was Zheng Tao. 

"Master..." Mo Qingkuang hurriedly tried to get up to bow but was gently assisted back into a sitting position by a soft force. 

"No need for formalities," Zheng Tao huffed impatiently. "I didn't see you being so courteous when facing the princess earlier." 

Han Yan wanted to find a hole to hide in after hearing that, pouting playfully, "Dean Zheng!" 

Zheng Tao chuckled. He had watched Han Yan grow up and genuinely loved her. 

With no children of his own, if Han Yan could really have a good relationship with his apprentice, it would be almost like having a daughter-in-law in the future. Naturally, he would be delighted. 

So, he couldn't help but tease them a bit. 

"Alright, enough joking around, you two. Quickly tidy up, Her Majesty is summoning you," Zheng Tao said.