There were even nobles who, from time to time, brought their elaborately dressed daughters before Mo Han, constantly introducing them, hoping to win his favor and pave the way for their own future prospects.

And those noble daughters exerted every trick they knew, constantly weaving themselves around Mo Han. Seeing this, Mo Han couldn't help but feel a mixture of exasperation and amusement. These nobles truly would stop at nothing. Witnessing this scene, both Daili and Murong Feixue let out cold snorts, muttering "Shameless" under their breath. Hearing this, Mo Han adopted an awkward expression and managed a chuckle, saying, "Heh heh, this was unexpected; it’s not my fault. Why are you cursing me?"

After speaking, Mo Han was muttering to himself. Daili could be considered his wife, so her jealousy and scolding were somewhat understandable. But why was Murong Feixue also joining in? This woman's behavior was truly unreasonable. Could it be that this girl also harbored feelings for him? Heh heh, it was tough being this handsome; Mo Han thought narcissistically to himself, then his mind drifted back to the scene of treating Murong Feixue’s illness, recalling the sight of her fair skin and perfect figure, and a wicked smile curved his lips.

Meanwhile, Daili and Murong Feixue noticed Mo Han suddenly fall silent, grinning strangely to himself. They exchanged puzzled glances. Murong Feixue couldn't resist asking, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Did being scolded once short-circuit your brain?"

Hearing Murong Feixue’s question, Mo Han snapped back to reality, chuckling, "Nothing, just remembering some pleasant things, that's all. Just reminiscing." Hearing his reply, Murong Feixue looked even more perplexed. "What things? Were they really that pleasant? The way you were smiling looked rather odd, didn't it? Daili, don't you think so?"

Daili, hearing this, nodded in agreement. "Yes, his smile was definitely not normal. How should I put it..." Just as Daili spoke, Jack chimed in, "I know! Daili, you mean the boss was smiling in a very lewd way, right?" This sent Latin and the others into uproarious agreement, while Daili and Murong Feixue could only offer helpless, wry smiles, watching these thick-skinned fellows making a scene.

The moment Jack finished speaking, he received a sharp rap on the head from Mo Han. Mo Han laughed and scolded, "Damn it, I was smiling so purely, and you dare call me lewd? You little punk, I think you haven't been disciplined lately and are getting itchy for a beating!"

Upon hearing Mo Han’s threat, Jack quickly backpedaled, "Heh heh, Boss, don't be angry! I was just trying to lighten the mood because Daili and Miss Murong seemed down. See? It worked perfectly. You should actually be thanking me!" Hearing Jack’s explanation, Mo Han grinned wickedly, "Oh? Then I really must thank you. How would you like me to thank you...?"

Jack had initially intended to squeeze a favor out of Mo Han, but catching the mischievous glint in Mo Han's eye, he immediately changed his tune. "Heh heh, Boss, what are you saying? Doing things for the Boss is my duty; how could I possibly ask for a reward? It’s what I ought to do." As soon as Jack finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter. Daili shot Mo Han an exasperated look, smiling as she said, "It's all your fault. You teach them everything else, but their shamelessness they’ve learned perfectly from you. Look at what you’ve turned them into—they’re just your carbon copies."

Hearing this, Mo Han let out a hearty laugh. "This is called personality, understand? If it were anyone else trying to learn from me, I wouldn’t even bother teaching them. Since I see Jack and the others as family, I teach them everything I know." At Mo Han's words, everyone felt their skin prickle with goosebumps. Jack spoke up, "Daili, you flatter me too much. Compared to the Boss, I’m far behind. I don't think anyone in this world possesses the kind of singular personality the Boss has." Jack had learned his lesson this time, reframing 'thick-skinned' as 'personality' to avoid another painful blow to his head from Mo Han.

Hearing Jack's words, everyone nodded in shared understanding and agreement. Mo Han, however, wore an expression of self-satisfaction. "Of course. Otherwise, how could I be your Boss? If I didn't have a couple of tricks up my sleeve, how could I keep this bunch in line?" Saying this, even Mo Han couldn't help but laugh, and seeing him, everyone else joined in the merriment.

Just then, the Murong couple managed to dismiss the nobles who had been crowding them and approached Mo Han’s group. Seeing the scene, Murong Tian smiled and said, "Heh heh, what is so amusing that you must share it with this old man?" Nangong Yunfeng watched the scene with a gentle smile, saying nothing. Murong Feixue quickly interjected, "It’s nothing, just someone shameless boasting about himself. Don't believe me? Ask Daili and the others if I'm right?"

Daili and Latin immediately nodded in confirmation upon hearing Murong Feixue's words. The Murong couple naturally knew exactly whom their daughter was referring to—there was no one else but Mo Han. Seeing how well their daughter's relationship with Mo Han seemed to be progressing, the couple exchanged knowing smiles. Only Mo Han, seemingly unconcerned, spoke up, "Heh heh, shouldn't we go in quickly? It seems everyone else has already entered."

Murong Tian nodded upon hearing this. "Yes, everyone hurry inside and take your seats. The Emperor and the others should be arriving soon." Hearing Murong Tian's words, everyone nodded and followed him inside. As Mo Han and his group entered the main hall, many nobles continuously greeted the Murong couple. Of course, quite a few nobles also offered greetings to Mo Han, the rising star of the Empire. Mo Han responded to each greeting with a calm smile, showing no sign of panic.

At that moment, a voice rang out from directly ahead. "Uncle Murong, Aunt Murong, it’s been a while since I last saw you both. How have you been keeping?" Following the sound, Mo Han saw a young man dressed in a yellow noble's formal attire greeting their party. Mo Han immediately guessed this must be one of the princes of the Tianlong Empire, as yellow was virtually the exclusive color of the royalty. No noble or commoner dared to wear yellow formal wear privately; it was a capital offense tantamount to treason. Therefore, the person before him clearly couldn't be an ordinary noble.

Standing beside this young man was a girl with a radiant smile, possessing bright eyes and pearly teeth, exquisitely lovely—her beauty was in no way inferior to Murong Feixue's; she was a national beauty. Seeing this, Mo Han vaguely began to deduce the identity of this stunning beauty: she must be the Eighth Princess of the Tianlong Empire, the Emperor's most cherished daughter—Long Yuyan. Indeed, she lived up to her reputation as one of the Empire’s Three Great Beauties. Skip to