Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

He Jingchuan's body trembled slightly.

He panicked and didn't know how to react.

All he could do was clumsily pat her back gently, comforting her with a mixture of panic and pity: "Don't cry, it's all in the past now. I have you and Jin'an, and I feel great."

As he spoke, his eyes gradually welled up with tears.

After an unknown amount of time, Lingyan's crying gradually subsided, leaving only occasional sobs.

She pulled away from his embrace, then stared at him for a long time, her eyes red and silent.

He Jingchuan quickly and carefully wiped away her tears, his movements gentle and meticulous.

She then smiled and gently comforted him, saying, "I'm fine, it's all in the past now."

For some reason, Lingyan was deeply hurt by his smile, and her heartache for him grew even stronger.

But she knew she couldn't let herself continue to wallow in these emotions.

Otherwise, it will become increasingly painful and difficult to detach oneself from the situation.

She breathed a sigh of relief, completely detaching herself from her emotions, and joked with a smile, "I don't cry often, but this is the second time I've cried for you, and the second time I've cried since I can remember."

He Jingchuan put on a very flattered expression and said excitedly, "That is truly my honor. However, I said last time that I would never make you cry again, but I didn't expect to fail to do so."

Ling Yan laughed at his incredibly exaggerated expression.

He Jingchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you smiled.

Lingyan knew he was trying to make her happy, and her heart was filled with warmth.

Then she pulled him closer with a sudden force, and then kissed him passionately, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

It was as if she was venting all her emotions, with a kind of reckless madness.

He Jingchuan sensed Lingyan's surging emotions, so he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

Their lips met, and the moment their tongues touched, it was as if a raging fire was ignited, instantly making the kiss even more passionate and profound.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, the whole world disappeared, leaving only their intertwined breaths and heartbeats.

Their kiss grew more and more passionate, their breaths mingling, making it impossible to tell whether it was his or hers.

When the kiss ended, their lips were slightly red and swollen from the intense kiss, as if they had been painted with the most vibrant rouge.

They gazed at each other, their eyes gleaming with the other's alluring figure—an attraction that ran deep in their bones.

So the two kissed again, and during this mutual kissing, He Jingchuan easily picked up Lingyan and carried her to the bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, He Jingchuan gently placed Lingyan on the soft bed, his eyes burning with intense desire…

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The eastern sky was gradually dyed orange-red, and a red sun slowly rose, generously showering its warm light upon the world.

Tomorrow is Emperor Jingzhao's birthday, and envoys from various countries will come to offer their congratulations.

As the Princess Consort of Prince Rui, it was only natural that she had to attend such a grand event.

So Lingyan and He Jingchuan got up early in the morning and had another intense and wonderful exchange before leaving the place.

Lingyan put on the hat and headed back to the Prince Rui's residence, with He Jingchuan secretly following behind to escort her.

Ever since the day she got involved in the Shadow Division's case when she returned alone.

Besides being protected by the Prince's Palace's secret guards, Lu Yanqing and He Jingchuan would secretly escort her whenever she went to see them.

This time was no different from usual.

Nothing happened quietly.

But unexpectedly, an accident suddenly occurred.

A rapid, heavy clatter of hooves drew closer, like rolling thunder on the horizon, instantly shattering the tranquility of the streets and alleys.

Several dark-skinned, high-cheeked, thick-browed, and tall, broad-shouldered men from the northern desert, dressed in exotic clothing, rode on tall, powerful steeds, speeding through the streets with unbridled wildness.

They all had arrogant and domineering expressions, with unrestrained and wild laughter on their faces.

The leader had a face full of scars, and his eyes revealed a lawless and tyrannical nature.

He swung his riding whip so loudly that it seemed as if the streets of the capital were their northern grasslands, where they could roam freely.

The galloping horses kicked up clouds of dust, and the stalls along the way were as vulnerable as withered leaves in the wind under the sudden impact.

The fruit stall was knocked over and scattered, fresh fruit rolling all over the ground and mercilessly trampled by the horse's hooves; the porcelain stall was instantly shattered, exquisite porcelain turning into countless fragments, shimmering with a heartbreaking light in the sunlight.

The food stall's stove was overturned, and steaming food spilled all over the ground. The stall owners screamed in terror, but they had no time to escape.

A little girl selling flowers watched helplessly as her carefully tended flowers were trampled by horses' hooves, tears welling up in her eyes.

The children were terrified and cried loudly, the women held their children tightly in their arms, and the elderly were knocked to the ground by the crowd.

Screams, cries, and curses mingled together, but to those few people from the northern desert, it seemed to only add to their pleasure in wreaking havoc.

The entire street instantly descended into chaos and fear, with people fleeing in panic.

The few northerners continued to ride their horses and laugh wildly, showing no sign of stopping. Instead, they laughed incessantly, displaying extreme arrogance and domineering behavior.

At this critical moment, Lingyan's gaze fell upon a woman whose belly was swollen, clearly more than seven months pregnant.

She was holding the hand of a little girl of about five years old, whose face was full of fear, and they were stumbling forward in the chaos, about to be hit by the out-of-control horses of the northern desert.

He Jingchuan's eyes also caught this scene. He was extremely anxious and immediately used his lightness skill to rush towards the helpless mother and daughter like lightning.

However, he was too far away to make it in time.

At this critical moment of life and death, Ling Yan did not hesitate or waver in the slightest.

She quickly stepped forward and pushed the little girl to a safe area. Then, when she turned around, it was too late to dodge.

So she used her own body to cushion the woman's fall in panic.

Upon seeing this, He Jingchuan was shocked and filled with endless worry and anxiety.

He accelerated with all his might, but just before he was about to touch Lingyan, someone else was a step ahead of him.

Lingyan originally intended to use her own body as a cushion to protect the woman and her child.

Because she knew that if the woman was knocked down like that, the child would definitely not survive.

So she did it without any hesitation.

I was prepared to fall, but I didn't expect to feel a sudden sensation on my waist.

She was suddenly pulled up and stood up straight.

Not only that, she also saw the man use his right hand to steadily pull the woman up and make her stand up.

She didn't have time to see who had saved her; in her haste, she only caught a glimpse of a bright red fabric.

But she had no time to think about it at that moment, and immediately turned around to check if the woman and the little girl were safe and sound.

Only after confirming that they were safe and sound did Lingyan feel a little relieved.

Seeing that Lingyan was safe and sound, He Jingchuan felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

He quickly composed himself, his eyes turning cold.

With a flash, he stood in front of the few still reckless people from the northern desert, like an insurmountable barrier.