Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’ Chapter 734: Sugar, Come Here

"......"

Remaining quiet, Little Li reached out his hand to grasp a corner of the scarlet veil.

"It appears your hand has developed a mind of its own once more."

Li Mo’s mouth twitched slightly: "Actually, this time the suggestion came directly from the head."

He wasn't entirely certain which 'head' he was referring to, however.

Damn it all. It seemed even he was susceptible to the law of yielding to softness while resisting hardness; otherwise, why would his usually stubborn mouth be failing him so completely right now?

Whoosh—

Li Mo's breath caught the very instant the fabric slipped away.

Never in his life had he felt this anxious; his mind was a total vacuum. When the breathtaking beauty he had envisioned a thousand times finally manifested before him, he realized his wildest fantasies had still fallen short of the reality.

A soft, ethereal glow of moonlight draped over the window frame. Inside, the flickering lamplight cast a dim, wavering light that left Li Mo feeling utterly dazed.

He saw the restless yet quiet girl from her childhood years.

He saw the cold, sacred, and distant maiden she had become—the radiant, celestial figure she cut during martial training. All those facets of her seemed to melt and soften within the dancing shadows of the candle and the moon.

In that moment, her eyes shimmered with a quick glance toward him before she looked down, her lashes fluttering slightly.

She clearly didn't realize just how intoxicating her allure was.

Little Li was completely entranced.

Hammer Bao also desperately wanted to be entranced.

"The veil has been removed."

"Mmm..."

"You must take responsibility for me."

Li Mo, who had intended to prove he wasn't some immature brat, now found his resolve crumbling and his mouth lacking any backbone. He had actually meant to say, 'I will take responsibility for you.'

"?"

A mental question mark appeared above Ying Bing’s head.

However, seeing his serious yet guilty expression, she couldn't stop a smile from tugging at the corners of her mouth. She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched him.

"Does that imply I must obey you from this moment forward?"

"Mmm. We can start by you not calling me a 'childish fool.' If you keep that up every day, even the Sect Elders will assume I have no authority at home."

"I will listen to you, husband."

"!"

A violent shudder ran through Little Li. His supposedly unyielding, iron-willed spirit felt as though it were shattering into fragments. Had there been a mirror nearby, he would have seen his face turned a deep, burning crimson.

How could her glistening, ruby-red lips hold such devastating power just by speaking a word?

Li Mo was certain this wasn't an act of true submission; she was definitely teasing him. Ultimately, when he lost his composure, this mischievous older sister would still be the one in charge.

She was a wicked ice block! An exceptionally devious one!

His poor fighting spirit—the kind meant to empower a wife—had gone totally blank, seemingly destined to be played with by this wicked woman...

Wait!

While his brain had ceased to function, another part of him was ready to take the lead...

"Ice block?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you mention earlier that you had a sore in your mouth? Let me see if it has healed yet."

"But didn't we already do that during the day..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Li Mo gripped the ice block’s chin and leaned in.

They had shared a kiss during the daylight hours, true, but with so many onlookers, it was nothing more than a brief touch. How could that compare to a truly detailed inspection?

As everyone is aware, Little Li is a very diligent and responsible gentleman.

His examination was incredibly thorough and meticulous, proven by the way Ying Bing began to grow breathless as she sank into his arms.

Every part of Little Li was soft except for his mouth, whereas Ying Bing was his exact opposite.

Now, with her most stubborn part—her mouth—completely occupied, she could only let out small, pitiful whimpers and moans. The wicked older sister suddenly appeared quite helpless and lost.

'People claim Sea Silk has a wonderful texture, but I beg to differ.'

To Little Li, the best sensation was when it was draped over the ice block's legs and began to shift its hue.

Furthermore.

Sea Silk truly was capable of changing color.

She gave a sudden, light tremble. Li Mo stole a quick look downward.

The shade was like a rose engulfed in flames, a hypnotic red vibrating within the warmth.

'Two hours.'

'Even if she faints, her mouth remains stubborn.'

Ying Bing had been doubtful at first, but now she had a growing suspicion that later on...

She wouldn't even be able to maintain that stubbornness of the mouth.

Thoughts of Cultivation, devotion to the Dao, and even System punishments seemed to incinerate in the heat, leaving her mind dazed and empty.

"Tonight... the Summoning Demon Cult still..."

"All the arrangements have been made."

Li Mo was the sort of genius who relied on sudden bursts of inspiration, but for this occasion, he had prepared everything to the letter.

Could it really be called 'complete preparation' if they were still short two combatants of the Fourth Realm?

Ying Bing suspected Little Li had orchestrated this from the start, though she lacked proof. Besides, she was in no state to dwell on it now, her elegant eyebrows knitting together tightly.

One minute later.

The three-thousand-year-old Sea Silk, a luxury crafted by a master artisan and purchased for three hundred and fifty Profound Crystals, let out a pathetic 'riiiip' as it was discarded on the floor.

The way it had been shredded made it look like a discarded food wrapper.

It looked as though it had been torn apart by a starving ghost who hadn't seen a meal in days.

Combined with that vibrant flash of red, the sight was stunning.

'It is a relief we haven't consumed the Dragon-Phoenix Primordial Spirit Divine Pill yet...'

She never expected to find comfort in such a thought.

'What were the steps for the final stage of the Phoenix Cries in Heavenly Marsh?'

It had never occurred to her that a day would come when she would forget how to perform a martial technique.

'He didn't secretly activate the Divine Form of Heaven and Earth, did he? He better not have...'

Even more shocking was the idea that she would one day feel genuine fear toward a specific martial art.

However, the most unbelievable thing wasn't any of those.

In her previous life, the ice block had walked a path of extreme caution, looking down at the world from above.

Even unintentionally, she subconsciously viewed herself as the more experienced one when dealing with Li Mo. That was why she had called him a childish fool, truly seeing him as a boy who had yet to mature.

Later, Ying Bing had slowly become confused.

Why did his seemingly immature actions frequently produce such remarkably successful outcomes?

Because of this, the cold and distant Mistress of the Cassia Palace began to truly study him. Her nature made her dislike the unknown, as it represented a loss of control.

She realized he was brilliant and was maturing at an incredible pace.

Mmm, in every sense of the word...

This caused Ying Bing, who had lived such a guarded past life, to face great turbulence in this one—though not quite 'wandering'... ahem!

Returning to the matter at hand, it was likely during this phase of curiosity that she found herself trapped.

The Phoenix Heavenly Empress was a woman of supreme intelligence who understood all things, save for one subject she knew nothing about. So much so that she hadn't recognized it at the time...

That was the dawn of love.

From this point on, she probably shouldn't refer to him as a childish fool anymore, right?

After all, his current ferocity was enough to make anyone’s heart race with dread. If he were to accidentally employ the Divine Form of Heaven and Earth again, the results would be unthinkable.

If not 'childish fool,' then what should she call him?

"Husband..."

"?"

The lake of his heart rippled at the sound of her gentle voice. Li Mo’s frame went rigid, as if he had been turned to ice.

Ying Bing, who had never bowed to anyone but was now softening for the first time, exhaled in relief.

But there was one thing she failed to foresee.

Showing weakness at a moment like this would only have the opposite effect...

He didn't soften in the slightest.

Little Li and Hammer Bao only became more revitalized.