After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

The quality of Emperor's Choice is convincing. Morax led Yuan Zhuoyue to a place that resembled a farmhouse courtyard, and the surrounding environment looked quite quiet.

However, there were quite a few diners there. In fact, Morax only managed to get a small private room by virtue of his status as a guest elder of the Hall of Rebirth, a big shot who presided over the Immortal Sending Ceremony for the Rock King Emperor.

The room was decorated in a very simple style. Looking out the window, you could see the bamboo swaying in the wind and the distant, verdant, rolling mountains.

After finishing her meal and enjoying the view outside the window, Yuan Zhuoyue suddenly received a gift from Morax.

When Yuan Zhuoyue saw Morax place the long, rectangular brocade box in front of her, she was slightly taken aback.

However, she didn't rush to open it. She gently tapped the brocade box with her fingertips, producing a low, clear sound, and simply asked with a smile, "...Is this your gift to apologize?"

Morax's gaze swept over her face, then he chuckled and said, "Consider it... a return gift for the gift you gave me earlier."

“That’s right. You used to be like a riddle teller, making me guess everything. Now you don’t need to apologize to me for your behavior.” Yuan Zhuoyue said with a slightly sarcastic tone, but she also opened the brocade box in front of her.

Inside was a jade hairpin, exquisitely crafted and ingeniously designed.

It depicts a scene of flowing clouds embracing the moon, while the jade material is darker in color, with a slightly yellowish tinge, which has been polished into a full moon.

It must be said that the style of this jade hairpin is indeed very much in line with her aesthetic sense; it's the kind of design she would like.

Yuan Zhuoyue's expression softened even more: "...This return gift is not bad."

"I'm glad you like it." Morax's clear eyes were filled with a warm smile. "It wasn't for nothing that I put in some effort to carve out this jade hairpin."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhuoyue remained calm and replied in a flat tone, "I can tell, so there's no need to emphasize it again. This jade hairpin was carved by your own hands."

Morax, however, gazed into his eyes and uttered in a deep, warm voice, "Even if I did it, I naturally had to tell you. Otherwise, how could you know my feelings?"

Yuan Zhuoyue: "..."

She stood there stunned, silent for a long time, before finally speaking with a conflicted and complicated expression: "...Don't do this, I'm scared."

In Yuan Zhuoyue's memory, although she had already had an unusually intimate relationship with Morax and had heard a lot of praise from him.

Even during his time with Morax, he had already engaged in all sorts of lewd acts.

But when you talk to her, she is always very serious and never says anything so ambiguous or slick.

Yuan Zhuoyue, on the other hand, often teased Morax with such words, observing his changes with great interest.

But now that these words came out of Morax's mouth, Yuan Zhuoyue could only describe it as awkward. She felt a chill run down her spine, and goosebumps almost rose on her skin.

Morax, sitting opposite, also fell silent after seeing Yuan Zhuoyue's drastically changed expression.

Then, silently in his heart, he completely rejected all the ideas given by the cunning strategist, King Ruoduo.

She felt that Gui Zhong, being a woman herself, was more reliable as she could accurately understand Yuan Zhuoyue's thoughts.

And so Yuan Zhuoyue and Morax, with their two identical beautiful eyes, gazed at each other, and inexplicably fell into a long silence.

Ultimately, for reasons unknown, Yuan Zhuoyue, who was caught in this strange atmosphere, took the initiative to break the awkward silence.

She nodded repeatedly: "I have felt your kindness."

She then added in rapid succession, "A gift made by my own hands is naturally different from others, and I will cherish it and keep it safe."

Morax shook his head: "It's just an ordinary ornament. I thought you would like it, so I had it carved."

“This is quite unusual.” Yuan Zhuoyue gently stroked the brocade box with her fingertips. “Since I met you, until today… I have only received two gifts made by your own hands, so they are naturally quite extraordinary.”

Morax, whose expression was usually not very volatile, showed a very noticeable change at this moment. Yuan Zhuoyue could clearly feel that Morax was stunned for a moment.

The expression in those eyes, as molten as the setting sun, was complex and difficult to decipher.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue heard Morax say in a low voice, "...There will be many more in the future. If you like, and I happen to be proficient in those skills, I will give you a gift like this."

The voice wasn't loud, but steady and powerful, as if he were making a promise to her.

In the past, Yuan Zhuoyue would definitely have said something sarcastic, asking why she would say "afterwards".

Why think about the distant future? Living in the present and focusing on what's in front of them is what they should be doing right now, isn't it?

Perhaps Morax was truly adept at bewitching people; as Yuan Zhuoyue began to speak, those sarcastic words, before they could even be uttered, turned into a sigh.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue chuckled softly, "...Alright! Since you've made this promise, you must keep it."

They looked at each other and smiled, the atmosphere between them seemingly relaxed and harmonious.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhuoyue, who was in a fairly good mood, said with a smile, "Didn't you always want to know where I used up the power that caused my exhaustion?"

She smiled slyly and winked at Morax: "Perhaps you'll find out in the next day or two."

Morax: "..."

Upon hearing this, Morax's warm and gentle smile vanished abruptly, and he fell silent once more.

Yuan Zhuoyue has always been a person who quietly accomplishes great things.

As someone who experienced many of these events, Morax could certainly confirm this.

Based on the fact that Yuan Zhuoyue had suddenly and without warning accepted the power of [filth] and died without warning, demonstrating exceptional execution and without revealing anything to him whatsoever.

Morax was absolutely certain that when Yuan Zhuoyue was quiet, it wasn't because she was behaving herself, but because she was up to mischief again.

So much so that when Morax heard Yuan Zhuoyue say these words, his first reaction was not surprise.

It was a strange sense of relief, a feeling that the dust had finally settled, as if a huge boulder hanging in one's heart had finally been lifted.