EMHS – ch121

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Chapter 121: Ben Jun Doesn’t Care

On his ice-cold little face, a small happy smile blooms because of Muyan’s words.

Xiao Bao spontaneously reaches out to hold Muyan’s face this time, and gives her a kiss.

Then he goes into the space with a blushing small face.

Then, Muyan directly seals the space in a way that while Xiao Bao is inside, he won’t be able to see or hear anything happening outside.

This way, nothing outside with disturb Xiao Bao’s retreat.

She herself also follows into the space, and spends half an hour practicing with the Tian Mo Qin.

Playing the Shen Musician skill “Dissipating Fog” during cultivation can disintegrate heart demons, it can also double the effects of cultivation with only half the effort.

It’s just that this skill can be classified as one of the more advanced Shen Musician techniques. Muyan had studied and practiced it for a long time, but it’s still a little rough and she can only play it for a maximum of one hour per day.

But as she’s playing the Dissipating Fog, she could clearly see the Internal Force enveloping Xiao Bao’s body becoming gentler and more docile. Xiao Bao’s expression becomes more relaxed and tranquil as well.

Even the rabbit that’s usually too lazy to even bother opening its eyes, unexpectedly comes over upon hearing her play the ‘Dissipating Fog’. There’s a satisfied expression in its slightly hooded mung-bean eyes.

After an hour of playing, Muyan is already gasping for breath and dripping with fragrant sweat.

But seeing Xiao Bao’s cultivation improving at a steady pace, her face reveals a pleased smiling expression.

Muyan flashes out of the space, intending to take a rest. However, she suddenly sees a figure sitting on her bed.

Even the usually cool-headed and calm Muyan jumps in surprise at this.

After a long while, she asks incredulously: “Why are you here?”

The man sitting on the bed slowly stands up and walks towards her.

The candlelight shines upon his handsome, otherworldly face.

Every inch of his features were carved and chiseled meticulously to perfection. That ice-blue gaze is like the skies and the ocean, if you deeply stare for too long, it’s as if your very soul will be devoured.

Having those scorching eyes fixated on her, Muyan’s breathing becomes slightly disordered and she takes a step back.

Di Ming Jue’s form flashes and he is suddenly uncomfortably close to her, the tips of their noses almost touching each other. Their breaths mingling, “Jun Muyan, I, Di Ming Jue, want to marry you as my wife!”

Muyan stares blankly.

This isn’t the first time that this man says he wants to marry her.

However, this is the first time that his declaration, his vow, has made her heart jump.

She becomes absent-minded in that instant, and Di Ming Jue leans down and slowly touches her lips with his own. One touch, a promised sealed by a kiss.

Muyan abruptly regains her senses and takes a step back. She says with difficulty: “Did you forget that I’m already married, and that I also have a son? By doing this, don’t tell me you want to fool around with a married woman?”

This time, Di Ming Jue doesn’t show the slightest bit of irritation. Instead, he is indifferent and self-assured: “I looked into it and found your Registration papers when you entered Xia’an.”

Registration? A sudden realization comes over Muyan.

In some of the bustling cities within the countries of Chi Yan, Jing Cheng, and Huang Yao – everyone must be checked and registered at the time of entry.

Muyan still remembers how she filled out her’s and Xiao Bao’s documents at that time.

Her husband’s column was empty.

And she just wrote ‘deceased’ in the column for Xiao Bao’s father.

“That little guy doesn’t have a father, and you are not married!” Di Ming Jue states confidently.

Muyan knits her brows as she stares at him, “So what about it? Xiao Bao is my biological son.”

“I don’t mind!” Di Ming Jue says with a cold face. He clenches his teeth and says, “What’s past is past, Ben Jun doesn’t care.”

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13 Comments on “EMHS – ch121

  1. A husband like this is really nice, he doesn’t care too much about the past but only their future together XD

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  2. Oooo, lying about having a fake husband and being instantly called on it. That’s gotta sting, I’m over here blushing in shame by proxy for her.
    Thanks for the chapter.

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  3. I don’t know why she doesn’t just eat him up. But as a mother you have to be responsible.
    Thank you!

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  4. *ahem*
    I give ML +points this time for his “Past is past” statement
    Cause this reader’s moto in life is “Past is past, present is present”


  5. Thanks for the updates.
    Alas I have to wait for another update.
    Asking for mass release or additional chapter. (シ_ _)シ
    *sigh* Moments like this makes me wish that my parents should have made me study different Asian Language when I was still a student, especially my mother who was working under a Chinese business man before.(◞‸◟)
    Maybe some of you still thinks it’s not too late to study now, yes it might be true but… can you please tell me where to get free time and free money to spare?

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  6. He’s so cute. I really wonder how xiao bao was conceived, and if there’s any magic/miracle/supernatural phenomenon that would make it that he’s the biological father of Xiao bao (like hidden marriage)


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