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

Because it is.

She never truly integrated into this era; she simply lived her life in a detached and methodical manner.

She used to just want to live a carefree, unambitious life.

If I hadn't gone to a brothel, I probably would have lived like this for the rest of my life.

Not to mention that her mindset and way of thinking haven't changed yet.

She kept forcing herself to accept everything as it was and to just go with the flow.

But deep down, she disliked this place very much, even felt a strong aversion to it.

After all, who would like to travel to a feudal ancient world after experiencing everything in modern times?

She accepted it calmly only because she knew there was no way to go back.

But in reality, she still didn't truly consider herself a local, nor did she learn to live the way people live here.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been the incident involving Lu Yanqing and He Jingchuan.

She would obediently marry Xiao Muyao, and like the women here, bear him children, manage his household affairs, arrange for him to take concubines, and manage his harem, etc.

Unlike now, she can not only meet with Lu Yanqing and He Jingchuan every few days, but she has also taken sterilization drugs.

They were forbidden from getting involved with other women, and Xiao Muyao was strictly prohibited from taking a concubine.

He even ignored the affairs of the Prince's mansion and left them to the steward to manage.

All of this was because she was unwilling.

Since she is not a person of this era, how could she live according to the way people of this era live?

Now, she already feels that God is favoring her.

But she didn't know what the future held. All she knew was that she wouldn't change her mind or behavior right now.

She did whatever she pleased, as she pleased.

Master Jianhui's gaze was profound and compassionate, as if he could see into the deepest recesses of people's hearts.

He gazed at Ling Yan silently, and his knowing expression made Ling Yan feel a sense of alertness.

Master Jianhui spoke slowly, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable power: "Benefactor, everything in this world has its own way. It is good if your heart's desires are fulfilled naturally, but remember, never forget the word 'imperial power.' I hope you will keep these words in mind."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yan's heart trembled.

She quickly composed herself, solemnly bowed to Master Jianhui, and said gratefully, "Master's teachings are like the morning bell and evening drum, awakening the deaf and enlightening the blind. I will always remember them in Lingyan Temple."

Master Jianhui smiled slightly, then put his hands together and turned around gently.

She walked lightly into the depths of the temple, leaving behind a serene silhouette.

Lu Yanqing then asked in confusion, "Why did Master Jianhui remind you not to forget imperial power? Don't you have any reverence for imperial power?"

Lingyan did not answer immediately.

Because she truly had no reverence for imperial power.

You can't really blame her for this.

Although I've been in ancient times for fifteen years, almost sixteen, I've only seen the emperor a handful of times.

Moreover, as a modern person, how could she possibly have any reverence for ancient imperial power?

Unless she takes a big tumble on this.

So, did Master Jianhui specifically come to remind her so that she wouldn't make a mistake?

So she wrote it down.

I've memorized it.

This is an ancient, imperial society, not a modern democratic society. She wants to etch the concept of imperial power into her DNA.

Otherwise, you'll suffer a great loss.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Lu Yanqing asked again.

Seeing his furrowed brows and worried expression, Lingyan smiled and replied, "It's nothing. Master Jianhui just wanted me to be careful and not give anyone any leverage over me."

Seeing that he was about to say something more, Lingyan interrupted him directly, saying, "Let's go down the mountain quickly. I heard that many literati and scholars come here every few days to hold poetry gatherings and discuss scholarship. Let's go and take a look."

Lu Yanqing was still a little worried about her, feeling that she was hiding something.

Although he was still confused by what he had just heard, he had a gut feeling that there was an unspoken secret between her and Master Jianhui.

This secret must be very big.

Although he didn't know what it was, seeing that she was unwilling to say more, he let the matter drop.

If she doesn't want to talk about it, then she shouldn't.

As long as she is safe and well, that's enough.

After thinking it through, he looked at her and smiled warmly, saying, "I'll do whatever you say. Are you tired? Or should I carry you down the mountain?"

Lingyan was naturally tired.

So he smiled and replied, "You are a promising young man!"

Lu Yanqing said proudly, "That's right!"

After saying that, he squatted down.

After Ling Yan slowly climbed onto his back, Lu Yanqing turned his head and asked, "Are you holding me tight?"

Ling Yan wrapped her arms around his neck, and Lu Yanqing's hands steadily supported Ling Yan's legs.

After getting up, he walked steadily step by step, his steps firm and powerful, making a soft and rhythmic sound as he stepped on the stone steps in the mountains.

The mountain path wound its way through the mountains, and branches on both sides would occasionally brush against their bodies. Lu Yanqing carefully sidestepped to avoid them, afraid that the branches would touch Lingyan on his back.

Lu Yanqing carried her on his back as if he were carrying the whole world.

Lingyan felt warm and at ease as she rode on his back.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling their hair; at this moment, everything in the mountains became their backdrop.

Their figures became the most beautiful scenery in the mountains.

Once they reached the foot of the mountain, Lingyan said, "Put me down."

Lu Yanqing did not comply, but replied, "I'm not tired, I'll put you down when we get there."

Lingyan disagreed, saying, "How could I not be tired? You carried me for so long, and the mountain path was so difficult to walk. Now I can walk by myself."

Lu Yanqing smiled indulgently, "It's really not tiring. You don't weigh much. You can hear that my breathing is not disordered. It's nothing to me. I'm happy to carry you."

Lingyan leaned closer to examine him closely and found that he hadn't even broken a sweat, and his complexion didn't seem to have changed at all.

His speech was indeed as normal, without any disorder.

Only then did she believe what he said.

So are all martial arts practitioners this powerful?

She'll never become a martial arts master in this lifetime, so forget about it.

Lu Yanqing carried her on his back, the smile never fading from his lips.

When they arrived at the manor where the literati were holding a poetry gathering, he gently and carefully put her down.

After helping her tidy up her clothes, the two entered the manor.

Upon entering the manor, the first thing that catches the eye is a magnificent and colorful garden, where every detail is uniquely beautiful.

Flowers of all colors bloom in a fragrant display. A winding cobblestone path meanders through the garden, leading to an elegant pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, several scholars and literati were already seated, with soft gauze curtains fluttering in the wind, creating a dreamlike scene.

On the stone table in the center, elegant writing implements, seasonal fruits, and exquisite pastries are carefully arranged.

At this moment, a middle-aged scholar dressed in a moon-white robe leisurely waved his folding fan and spoke first: "It is a great fortune in life that we can gather here today. We should express our thoughts freely and discuss the wonders of scholarship together."

His clear and magnetic voice instantly drew nods of agreement from everyone.

Another man, dressed in a dark blue robe, smiled slightly, got up, and slowly walked to the edge of the pavilion, gazing at the distant, layered mountains.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he said, "Looking at these charming green mountains and the gently flowing green waters, it is truly a masterpiece of nature. I wonder if any of you have any poetic inspiration from this?"

Everyone fell into a brief moment of contemplation. After a short while, a man who looked to be about thirty years old coughed lightly and recited: "Green mountains and verdant shadows reflect the azure sky, and shimmering green waters ripple across the blue expanse. I wish to express my poetic sentiments in brocade, where the fragrance of ink fills the air with boundless meaning."

His voice had barely faded when he was met with a round of heartfelt applause.

At this moment, a refined old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "The poem has a beautiful artistic conception, but I feel that it can be further enriched with a deeper meaning."

After speaking, he picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote several lines of poetry on the clean white Xuan paper with vigorous and powerful strokes, like a dragon soaring into the sky or a phoenix dancing in the clouds.

People gathered around, intently admiring the old man's poems, occasionally expressing their heartfelt admiration, and sharing their opinions. Some pondered the choice of words, while others engaged in in-depth discussions about the imagery. The atmosphere was lively and harmonious.

A young man next to him listened intently to the discussion, sometimes nodding slightly, sometimes frowning in deep thought.

Suddenly, inspiration struck him, and he quickly wrote a poem, humbly asking for everyone's guidance.

The appearance of Ling Yan and Xiao Muyao did not seem abrupt.

Because besides them, there were many other people who came to watch the spectacle.

There are men and women, old and young.

Although many people recognized Lu Yanqing, some hurriedly moved away, while the rest did not make a move.

Everyone could see that Commander Lu was just here to join in the fun with his beautiful woman.

Moreover, his demeanor was not like usual; instead, he appeared rather calm.

It's hard to imagine that the word "peace" would be associated with the Commander of the Shadow Division.

So the two found a quiet pavilion to sit in, which was surrounded by gauze curtains.

From here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire estate.