Chapter 191

After Li Wuguo left, Meng Su was left alone in the Great Hall. It was late evening; it was too early to raid the enemy camp, which was not conducive to concealment. If he returned to the Consort Mansion, given that such a big event had happened today, Li Huan'er would surely want to be intimate with him. The current Li Huan'er was his wife in name, and she had no consciousness of the outside world; she believed that this world was the real one and that she was Meng Su's wife.

What made Meng Su most uneasy was that he actually loved Li Huan'er too; this was what the Illusion Realm had bestowed upon him. When the time came, it would be like dry wood meeting fire, and things would get out of hand. Meng Su did not want to have just lost a beloved woman only to be flirting with another woman in the blink of an eye, especially since if this continued, it would lead to unpredictable consequences. How would they get along in the real world?

Meng Su paced around the Great Hall in frustration, unable to think of a proper solution. Helpless, Meng Su sat down on the floor of the Great Hall and began to doze off. He needed to conserve his energy to prepare for the night raid. He would kill Yang Guangyin and then open the Illusion Realm.

The sun soon set, and the Great Hall was dim. The hall, where court had already been dismissed, was not lit.

A graceful figure walked over in the haze.

"Is my husband hiding from me? Did I do something wrong to make my husband dislike me so much?" Li Huan'er's resentful voice reached Meng Su's ears.

"What must come will come." Meng Su raised his head helplessly, looking at the beautiful and moving figure in the distance, and a wave of heat rose in his heart; the role assigned to him by the Illusion Realm had been activated. Meng Su's eyes were full of love.

Li Huan'er's beauty exceeded all the women Meng Su had known before. This beauty was a kind of holy, inviolable, and noble beauty. The whole person seemed to not eat the food of the mortal world, carrying a faint immortal aura. What fascinated men the most was the mystery and dreaminess of Li Huan'er, which gave Meng Su a feeling of déjà vu.

This was the woman who had appeared in his dreams many times. Meng Su had never seen Li Huan'er before, so he did not know why he had dreamed of her so many times. This made Meng Su feel a little terrified. Was this the Power of Destiny? Was it fated? Or was it the arrangement of that old man called Heavenly Secret? Meng Su had been walking along a path where the traces of being arranged and planned were very strong; this had long since alerted Meng Su. He cultivated the Reverse Demon Scripture and cultivated between life and death, all to escape the fate of being arranged.

Was Nangong Xiaoyan arranged? What about Ling Ziye? What about the Li Huan'er in front of him?

Meng Su remembered the scene of his mother urging him to get married in his original world. His mother was always afraid that he would not find a wife and would remain a bachelor. She kept nagging Meng Su and arranging blind dates for him.

Could it be that this so-called Heavenly Secret was also worried that he would not find a wife, so it was trying hard to arrange women for him? Was it also hoping to hold a grandson?

Meng Su felt that this kind of arrangement was well-intentioned and for his own good, so he did not reject it, but he felt guilty. Because the two beautiful women who had had a marriage connection and love with him had both died because of him. Thinking of this, Meng Su decided that he must never drag Li Huan'er into the water again. Although the love in Meng Su's heart was surging, and he had the desire to hold that beautiful figure tightly in his arms when he saw her.

"What are you saying, Madam? I was thinking about the shortcomings in our battle today. At the same time, I am conserving my energy, preparing to capture the commander of the barbarian army tonight to end this war early and return peace to the people."

Meng Su answered while avoiding Li Huan'er's burning gaze.

"Then it is my fault. Even if you want to rest, isn't the Consort Mansion comfortable? Why must you stay in this Great Hall?" Li Huan'er was a bit relentless.

For a moment, Meng Su was speechless and could only say in a low voice, "I will go back."

Meng Su stood up.

As soon as Meng Su stood up, a figure with a faint body fragrance threw herself into Meng Su's arms and hugged him tightly.

Li Huan'er hugged Meng Su hard, buried her head deep in Meng Su's chest, and said in a low voice, "Husband, I have a bad premonition that you are about to leave me. Our world cannot keep a peerless hero like you."

A strong love involuntarily surrounded Meng Su all at once.

Meng Su hugged Li Huan'er back tightly and whispered, "Madam, you are overthinking. This is my home, and you are my harbor. No matter how far I go, I will return here. I will return to your side."

Li Huan'er raised her dreamy face and looked up at Meng Su's not-so-handsome face, saying, "Is what my husband said true?"

Meng Su looked at that perfect, almost flawless face, stunned, and then lowered his head to kiss Li Huan'er's lips.

With this kiss, Meng Su threw a ball of fire into Li Huan'er's body. Li Huan'er hugged Meng Su tightly.

Originally, Meng Su just wanted to kiss her to brush her off, but Li Huan'er was as passionate as fire and immediately kissed Meng Su back. Meng Su was panicked and stunned, letting Li Huan'er do as she pleased.

After a long time, Li Huan'er let go of Meng Su and said faintly, "Husband, how long has it been since we were like this? Do you remember when we first got married? I picked you out from the crowd at once. You were like the warm sun in the cold wind, a bright lamp in the darkness, so abrupt among thousands of men. At that time, many people thought that you becoming the Consort was climbing the social ladder, but only I knew that it was I who climbed the ladder. You do not belong to this small world; you are a dormant giant dragon, a resting eagle. That I can possess you is the blessing I cultivated in my previous life."

Meng Su was speechless; he did not have that memory. But Meng Su could not say that he did not know.

Meng Su stammered, "Madam overestimates me. I am just an ordinary... beggar. Uh... man. Being favored by you is the blessing of my life, a fate arranged for me by Heaven."

After Meng Su finished speaking, he involuntarily looked at the sky. He did not know if this memory had been arranged.

Li Huan'er was overjoyed when she heard Meng Su's clumsy confession. She let go of Meng Su and then took his hand, saying, "Husband, let us return to the mansion. I have made many delicious things for you."

Meng Su's heart was pounding, both afraid and expectant. What must come will come.

Li Huan'er held Meng Su's hand and skipped away from the Great Hall. After the two left, Li Wuguo appeared behind them, looking at Meng Su's back and murmuring, "Are you so sure it is him?"

Along the way, palace maids and eunuchs saw the two holding hands and covered their mouths to giggle. Li Huan'er seemed to go crazy when she saw the maids' expressions and hugged Meng Su's arm tightly as a show of force. The crowd's smiles grew even wider.

When the two returned to the Consort Mansion, palace maids came over to take off the mud-covered armor from Meng Su and then served him for his bath.

Meng Su was used to being rough and could not stand this life of being served by others. Meng Su quickly shooed the palace maids away. He climbed into the bathtub himself, submerging his whole body in the water, leaving only his head exposed.

The stimulation brought to his body by the hot water made Meng Su feel refreshed. Meng Su involuntarily closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips.