Saving the foolish general, she accidentally becomes his favorite.

Faced with Mo Chen's question, Ye Li quickly thought of several answers, but she rejected them all.

Because Xiao Mochen doesn't acknowledge that he and the grown-up Mochen belong to the same personality, he doesn't have that memory.

For Xiao Mochen, the only memories he had of his time were those of Ye Li, which were unique.

After several conversations with Xiao Mochen, Ye Li has come to realize that once Xiao Mochen starts to get jealous, there is no reason why he should be.

And ultimately, they will all lead to the same result—

Ye Li ultimately didn't explain. She simply smiled sweetly at Xiao Mochen and then tried to act coquettishly, saying:

"I embroidered one for you too. Mo Chen is my favorite person. I liked you when you were little, and I'm grateful to you for protecting me when you grew up."

Hearing this, Xiao Mochen's expression improved considerably, and he replied with a smile, "Since it's to thank him for taking care of you, then embroider it. Anyway, it's not as nice as the hairband he gave me."

Ye Li was overwhelmed with mixed feelings at this moment.

Even if my own embroidery isn't the best, it can't possibly get worse and worse, right?

Men who get jealous easily are indeed unreasonable...

Ye Li coughed, then opened her arms to Mo Chen and said, "Don't be jealous. Every time you're jealous, it's just because you want a kiss, right? I promise you!"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, a sly glint flashed in Xiao Mochen's eyes. "It's clearly you, my wife, who has found a new love and forgotten your old one, leaving me, your childhood sweetheart, aside..."

As Mo Chen spoke, he went back down into the hot spring.

"I only see the new bride laughing, but I never hear the old bride crying. My wife, do you know why I'm jealous?"

Ye Li hugged him with practiced ease. After all, every time Xiao Mochen threw a tantrum, the ending was always a kiss and a hug. She asked cooperatively, "Why is that?"

"I'm afraid you'll eventually forget me, I'm afraid I'll never wake up again. If that's fate, then I'd rather throw a tantrum and make a scene than not leave a mark on your heart."

Mo Chen extended his little finger, pointing to a spot about the size of his fingernail, and gestured:

"I don't ask for much, just this little bit of space is fine."

The boy's unique childlike innocence was replaced by an unfamiliar sadness on that increasingly familiar face.

Ye Li finally understood that Xiao Mochen had always been afraid of disappearing. No matter how many times she had comforted him before, for Xiao Mochen, the lack of a fixed time to appear and the sudden slumber had already sealed his fate.

It's like an unsolvable game of chess.

It originated from the aftereffects of a toxin, but there is no cure.

Ye Li hugged him, showing him her stance through her actions. She looked directly into Xiao Mochen's eyes and whispered:

"How can you still not understand? I like more than just you as a single person. Everyone has many facets: mischievous, calm, kind, and even dark..."

"To me, whether you are a child, a teenager, a childhood sweetheart, or an adult Mo Chen..."

"You are always my love..."

Ye Li felt that since they were about to get married, even if it was a misunderstanding, she should do her best to clear it up.

Mo Chen felt insecure, so she gave him a sense of security.

Xiao Mochen liked skin-to-skin contact, so she satisfied his desire. After all, they would eventually become husband and wife, and as a painter from the 21st century, it wouldn't hurt to do some advance preparation.

Ye Li didn't want Xiao Mochen to fall asleep with regrets.

If two people love each other, then they should love each other deeply; if they don't love each other, they can leave each other gracefully. This was Ye Li's inherent concept of love even before she had been in a relationship.

She raised her head, looking directly at Mo Chen. Through the misty steam, her eyes were filled with tenderness as she solemnly told him:

"If you still feel uneasy, I can say it a thousand times, ten thousand times, until you no longer feel sad or regretful..."

Ye Li took a deep breath, exhaling and inhaling:

"You are my one and only lover, my childhood sweetheart forever, and my lover until death do us part."

Mo Chen's eyes welled with tears. He turned his head, his face turned to the side so Ye Li wouldn't see his expression, and said in a deep voice:

"I, I went to dry the clothes... I'm drying the clothes, I'm drying the clothes..."

Ye Li laughed out loud. After her heartfelt confession, Xiao Mochen didn't dare to say a word.

Ye Li watched as Xiao Mochen slipped ashore and obediently went to dry the clothes...

-

On the official road, the emperor's father-in-law was escorted in a prison cart to the palace of the Tian Shu Kingdom.

The carriage rumbled along the ground, just like the fate of the emperor's father-in-law, passively being pushed along...

In the imperial palace of Tian Shu Kingdom, Xuan Yuanming looked at his disheveled father-in-law and felt a surge of pleasure.

He walked up to the Emperor's father-in-law and asked in surprise, "Why are you in such a sorry state, Emperor's father-in-law? I only sent someone to invite you over, why did you resist and suffer so much?"

The Emperor's father-in-law looked up at the now spirited Xuan Yuanming and calmly explained, "Your Majesty, you should understand that Si Yue has lived in the deep palace for a long time and it is impossible for her to have contact with men outside. She is aloof, but as her father, I still have to explain for her that the child cannot be Su Zhelan's."

Xuanyuan Ming burst into loud laughter, shouting maniacally:

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't? The child is already dead by the assassin's blade, there's no point in explaining anymore!"

The Emperor's father-in-law said in a deep voice, "What the Emperor wants is nothing more than power and status. Now you have everything, including military power. I will give you my life in exchange for my daughter's chance of survival."

Xuanyuan Ming sneered: "Precisely because I have everything, I can do whatever I want and no longer have to obey you! Want to trade? Sure, beg me!"

"Beg me, and I'll let Li Siyue live!"

Without a word, the emperor's father-in-law knelt down, slamming his head heavily onto the floor tiles with a dull thud.

"I beg you, let Siyue live."

"Hahahahaha..."

On the main hall, Xuan Yuanming laughed maniacally: "Weren't you so arrogant back then? How come you're kneeling and begging me now? Where has your pride gone?"

The emperor's father-in-law said, "The victor is king, the loser is villain. I am now in a predicament and have no need for arrogance. I only ask that my daughter can live."

"If my life alone is not enough, didn't His Majesty always want the fragments of the treasure map of Beichen Kingdom? I'll tell you where the treasure map is, and you'll let Siyue go."

Upon hearing the words "treasure map fragments," Xuan Yuanming became interested: "So it turns out that the Imperial Father-in-law has such extraordinary abilities that he has already obtained the fragments. Hand over this treasure map, and I will agree to your request."

The Emperor's father-in-law said, "The treasure map is inside the artificial hill in the garden of the Emperor's father-in-law's mansion."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Ming threw a dagger on the ground: "Very well, now you have no use for me anymore. You know what to do, right?"

The Emperor's father-in-law glanced at Xuanyuan Ming and said deeply, "I hope Your Majesty can keep your promise."

Xuanyuan Ming said, "Let's do it..."

Without hesitation, the emperor's father-in-law drew his sword and committed suicide. He had practiced martial arts since childhood, but he never expected that his glorious life would end like this.

The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks.

Blood gushed from the emperor's father-in-law, staining the floor of the main hall red...

But at that moment, the eunuch reported:

"Your Majesty, as you command, we have brought the Empress..."