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Before dawn, the woman walked out from the Qian Residence.

She gave Dongfang Mosheng a bow.

"Thank you so much, Ninth Prince, for accommodating me."

"I have fulfilled all your requests. Now it's time for you to repay the favor. Remember the promise you made me back then."

Dongfang Mosheng's eyes, obscured by a haze, remained undisturbed.

The woman acquiesced and left in a horse carriage.

Dongfang Li didn't get up until noon; his head was pounding. He had drunk too much the night before and seemed to have dreamt of Feng Bailing, with one intense, passionate encounter after another.

But alas, a dream is just a dream.

The door opened, and Dongfang Mosheng entered with a bowl of hangover soup in his hands.

"Last night, I—forget it, it's not worth mentioning."

Dreaming of Feng Bailing—what does it change? She is married to someone else, and I still have to marry the detestable Princess Anyang.

"You should start taking care of serious matters. Ever since Second Brother woke up, you've been out of spirits. He's planning to take over the Imperial Palace Guards; if you don't start paying attention, you might lose your position."

Dongfang Mosheng reminded him.

"Let him have it. The throne is his anyway; Father Emperor will pass it on to him sooner or later. I have no chance. You and Queen Mother shouldn't waste your efforts on me; being a Prince isn't so bad."

Dongfang Li said gloomily.

In literature, I can't match Second Brother, and in martial arts, I'm no match for Dugu Wu. Even when it comes to women, I can't compete with either of them; I just don't have the confidence.

"Being inferior at one time doesn't mean being inferior for a lifetime. In my opinion, the upcoming Competition Among Ten Countries is a great opportunity."

Dongfang Mosheng spoke earnestly.

"You're not seriously suggesting that I participate in the Competition Among Ten Countries, are you? That's impossible! I heard that only those who have obtained the Wenhua Seal and Wuji Seal can participate. Moreover, if a high-ranking Seventh Prince like me were to lose in such a competition, I'd be a laughingstock."

Dongfang Li had not yet managed to obtain the Wuji Seal, and he felt unconfident.

"It's not only those with the Wenhua or Wuji Seal who can join. Besides, with my help, if you come out on top and get the Earth Holy Seal, Father Emperor will surely see you in a new light. It's a pity that I'm blind; otherwise, I would want to sign up too."

Dongfang Mosheng persuaded Dongfang Li, enticing him greatly.

"It's said that the Crown Prince Mansion has enlisted Hua Wushang's help to gather a group of talented individuals with the Gathering Seal. However, there hasn't been much movement from Shunqing Prince's Mansion, and I have also heard that Princess Consort Wu will participate in this Ten Countries competition."

Feng Bailing's name caused Dongfang Li's eyes to light up.

"Maybe I'll end up helping Dugu Wu—how can I swallow this grievance?"

Dongfang Li was still hesitant.

"Dugu Wu is not the heir to the throne, but Second Brother is."

Dongfang Mosheng's words woke Dongfang Li as if from a dream, making him slap his thigh and leap up.

"I've decided. I will join the Competition Among Ten Countries."

In Prince Shun's Mansion.

Ever since Feng Bailing returned from the Calligraphy and Painting Room, Dugu Wu had immediately called for Lu Yin to examine her.

Feng Bailing lay in bed for a whole day and night; it wasn't until Lu Yin emphatically assured that she was as lively as a dragon and healthy as a horse—healthier than he was—that Dugu Wu let her get out of bed.

"I have already said I was fine. I just overexerted my mind in the Calligraphy and Painting Room."

Feng Bailing had also come back to her senses from the scenery in the painting.

She realized that the painting was different from the others; all the other paintings in the Calligraphy and Painting Room were created by other masters infused with Wen Energy.

Only Dugu Wu's painting hid his memories within it.

"I was too impatient; you should avoid going to the Calligraphy and Painting Room in the future."

A shadow of regret crept over Dugu Wu's brows.

Feng Bailing was harmed by that painting, and he had deep regrets.

That painting, he should have destroyed it long ago.

Seeing Feng Bailing so out of control, Dugu Wu felt a nameless panic.

That feeling was even worse than encountering a life-threatening danger for himself.

"No way, I still need to go to that Calligraphy and Painting Room. Looking at one painting is simply better than a year of studying."

Feng Bailing said anxiously.

"Then you can only stay inside for half an hour each time. After entering, you can only look at up to ten paintings, and I will have the Spiritual Crocodile watch over you." Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI(F)ire.net

She had already subdued the Spiritual Crocodile so quickly?

Feng Bailing was dumbfounded.

But upon further thought, it was not surprising; the Emperor's aura on this guy was overwhelmingly dominant. Just by relying on the Emperor's aura received from him, she could make the Spiritual Crocodile wag its tail, so with Dugu Wu himself present, wouldn't the Spiritual Crocodile turn into a loyal lackey?

"You could paint like that at the age of three, that's a standard abstract painting style, comparable to Van Gogh or Monet. If you were at that level at three, no wonder Xiao Jin's painting is also excellent. Have you always been so clever since you were young?"

Feng Bailing was beating around the bush, trying to see if Dugu Wu still retained his memories from back then.

"That painting was what that woman made me paint. I don't have much memory of it myself. I had just been found at that time, and soon after I met her, I fell seriously ill, and I have forgotten many things."

It was also after that illness that Dugu Wu condensed the Wuji Seal and the Wenhua Seal.

Prince Shun had someone look at him at the time too; the fever caused by the Gathering Seal led to Dugu Wu's amnesia, which had no impact on his body, and moreover, Dugu Wu's memories from before he was three were not pleasant, so he did not care about losing that part of his past.

"What are you talking about? Van who? Who are these people? How do you know them?"

Dugu Wu's gaze was sharp, staring at Feng Bailing.

"Those are painters from other countries that I read about in ancient books."

Feng Bailing coughed lightly twice.

"Also, what was that about you calling my name in the Calligraphy and Painting Room? What exactly did you see in the painting?"

Dugu Wu narrowed his eyes.

That painting, the director always said it was a good one, but so far, no one has ever felt the Wen Energy from it.

This man, really not easy to fool.

Feng Bailing suspected that Dugu Wu's brain had changed after eating that capsule; he was supposed to be quite clever to begin with, and after taking the medicine, his brain became even more powerful, with an IQ of at least 200.

The more she said, the more mistakes she might make; it was too difficult to deceive him, so Feng Bailing pretended to be weak.

"I feel so dizzy."

"What's wrong with you, Lu Yin!"

Dugu Wu's face changed drastically, and he shouted.

Feng Bailing was taken aback; his reaction was too much.

She quickly covered Dugu Wu's mouth.

"I'm not dizzy anymore."

Her hand, soft, covered Dugu Wu's lips.

Her pretty face, now only inches away from Dugu Wu.

Dugu Wu could even see in Feng Bailing's clear eyes, his own reflection.

The man's eyes grew passionate, he grabbed Feng Bailing's hand, and his lips, with unerring accuracy, fell upon hers.

Both bodies shivered, and a tingling sensation surged through their bodies.

Feng Bailing felt her limbs go weak, as if all her bones had been pulled out, and she slumped into Dugu Wu's arms.

Dugu Wu felt as if there was a flame surging inside him, and his hand involuntarily moved downwards.

But just as he was about to pull open Feng Bailing's waistband...