Miao Huanyu forcefully held his wife's hand and headed downstairs, ignoring Madam Miao’s backward glances at every third step.

Though Little Sprout felt indignant, she obediently retreated, shutting the door tightly behind her. She stood right outside, ears rigid, terrified of missing any summons from within. She knew Miss’s condition was perilous, and this scoundrel, Young Master Mo, might be their Miss’s only sliver of hope...

Jun Moxie sighed deeply, spreading both hands, his right hand gently resting over Miao Xiaomiao’s heart area.

Where his touch landed, he felt an indescribable softness, springy and yielding. Two high mounds, like jade and cream, pressed firmly against his palm—a sensation so soul-scorching it nearly made Jun Moxie tremble throughout his entire body...

Though he knew he shouldn't, Young Master Jun felt certain parts of him beginning to lose control. He took several deep breaths, silently reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra several times before he could barely suppress the fiery heat rising within him...

Looking at Miao Xiaomiao, Jun Moxie gave a wry, bitter smile: No matter what, I’ve taken immense advantage of you... From this day forward, perhaps... things will truly become complicated. This issue seems far beyond a simple temporary fix...

With a subtle movement of his divine sense, he connected with the mysteriously sourced Tree of Life inside the Hongjun Pagoda within his Sea of Consciousness. Using his body as a conduit, he guided his spiritual energy, mixed with a faint trace of the Power of Wood, to flow rapidly through his meridians. A small portion of the shimmering green light emanating from that mysterious little tree deviated from its natural falling path, following his meridians slowly forward, ultimately passing through the hand Jun Moxie had placed on Miao Xiaomiao’s delicate chest. It surged from his palm, pouring into Miao Xiaomiao’s heart center...

The green specks, brimming with life-light, flashed faintly and permeated Miao Xiaomiao’s body. The injuries caused by heartbreak within Miao Xiaomiao’s body began to recover at a speed astonishing to the naked eye...

Damaged internal organs, a severely wounded heart meridian, and a scattered nascent spirit—this strange tree could heal all these potentially fatal damages. However, the final 'dual coma' remained the most intractable problem.

At best, this Tree of Life could only ensure Miao Xiaomiao possessed vigorous vitality, perhaps even making her body stronger than it was before she fell unconscious, but it could not wake her...

To rouse Miao Xiaomiao, that extraordinary summoning method must still be employed...

If he truly utilized it... perhaps the entanglement between him and Miao Xiaomiao for the rest of their lives could never be undone... However, the Jun Moxie of the present had steeled his heart; let the heavens collapse and the earth crack—so be it!

Take it one step at a time! Right now... he truly couldn't afford to worry about too many eventualities...

Jun Moxie focused entirely on the healing, completely unaware that just as he was subtly activating the Village of Life to treat Miao Xiaomiao, though the connection was through the meridians and posed no risk of detection, a very faint wave of spiritual fluctuation stirred deep beneath the Miao family residence...

Simultaneously, in the ears of Miao Jingyun, the Master of the Illusory Manor waiting below, came a soft but rather stern voice: "What is happening upstairs?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a severe tone!

Miao Jingyun’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly used secret voice transmission to relay everything happening above in detail.

After he finished speaking, the voice remained silent for a long moment before slowly saying: "When the healing is complete, have that person come see me. Remember—'You must bring that person to see me!'"

Miao Jingyun quickly responded with an affirmative assent. After waiting for a long time, the voice never sounded again.

But a visible layer of fine, cold sweat had broken out on Miao Jingyun's face...

After a long interval, Jun Moxie finally stopped. He looked at the ** beauty, whose complexion had now regained its healthy flush, and whose breathing had become steady and strong...

Just as Jun Moxie was about to call Little Sprout in, the ** Miao Xiaomiao suddenly frowned in pain, and two teardrops rolled down from the corners of her eyes...

Has she woken up? If she awoke like this, it would be excellent; perhaps all the subsequent procedures could be skipped!

Jun Moxie rejoiced and quickly leaned closer, only to hear Miao Xiaomiao’s sorrowful plea: "...Jun... do you truly not want me?"

Jun Moxie’s heart clenched. He stared blankly at the exquisite face before him, his thoughts a chaotic mess. "Jun... you have a wife... you have a wife... Wuwu... Then... can I be your concubine? I only beg you not to cast me aside... I... I truly don't wish to become a 'tool'..." In her sleep, Miao Xiaomiao pleaded mournfully, her delicate brow furrowed, tears constantly flowing, revealing the deepest desires of her heart—words she dared not speak and which she had long wrestled with internally...

Faced with such profound devotion, who, even with a heart of stone, could truly remain unmoved?

Jun Moxie finally couldn't restrain himself. He gently cupped Miao Xiaomiao’s small, delicate jade hand and pressed it tightly against his face, saying deeply, "As long as you wake up, I will have you! I am determined to have you... for a lifetime!"

In that moment, all of Jun Moxie's previous reservations vanished completely!

To hell with it! In this world, is there truly anything that I, Jun Moxie, cannot handle? Isn't it just an Illusory Manor? As long as you don't regret it, I’ll snatch you back even if I have to storm the wedding! Let’s see who dares to make you suffer a grievance!

With his decision made, Jun Moxie immediately reverted to his usual resolute demeanor and called out sharply, "Little Sprout, come in!"

With a creak, Little Sprout nearly sprinted into the room.

"Close the door."

Little Sprout hastily agreed, carefully closing the door before moving quietly to the bedside. Seeing Miao Xiaomiao’s complexion restored to a healthy color, she was overcome with ecstasy. "Is Miss better?"

"Almost. The next part requires your help... Cough, cough, cough."

Jun Moxie carefully considered his wording, yet still found it difficult to utter, coughing awkwardly several times, unable to voice the request...

"Help with what? Tell me quickly!"

Little Sprout was clearly impatient. Seeing Young Master Jun troubled, she grew even more anxious. "As long as it can wake Miss up, I'll do anything you ask!... Y-you... you just hurry up and say it..."

"Uh... it's like this..." Jun Moxie lowered his voice and whispered a few words close to Little Sprout's ear.

"Ah? What?"

Little Sprout's bright eyes widened, staring blankly at Jun Moxie. Suddenly, her pretty face flushed crimson, and she chastised him, half-angry, half-ashamed: "You rogue! You utter rogue!"

"You must remember this, and absolutely not make any mistake!" Jun Moxie’s own face felt a bit warm, but he forcibly kept a stern expression. "Furthermore, do not make a scene, do not startle her, do not... this is the key to waking her up—"

"But if... if we do that, doesn't that mean ruining my Miss's... purity? How will my Miss ever marry in the future? And you are already married!" Little Sprout questioned, her face red.

"Nonsense! Who is she going to marry? Me!" Jun Moxie glared. "A great man takes three wives and four concubines, what's the big deal?... Don't forget, you'll be my personal maid in the future too. What's there to be embarrassed about? What this Young Master does... is perfectly natural!"

When Young Master Jun first started speaking, his words were somewhat hesitant and disjointed, but the more he spoke, the smoother he became, eventually sounding quite righteous. Once the most difficult sentence was out, everything else flowed easily...

"This... this... this..." Little Sprout was stunned by the other person's thick skin, capable of speaking of such things so openly. Her face instantly grew redder. Recalling his words—"you'll be my personal maid in the future"—her heart fluttered wildly, her body nearly went limp, rendering her motionless...

"What 'this'? What time is it now? Hurry up, prepare! The sooner we start, the sooner Little Miao will recover!"

Little Sprout’s face was as red as an autumn apple—a Fuji apple, no less. Gritting her teeth, her eyes fixed firmly on her embroidered shoes, she nodded slightly in agreement, though her neck flushed crimson as well...

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