Chapter 1139: The Princess Consort Whose Memories Were Altered (14)

Yan Huo thought to himself that this wasn't something he could simply stop thinking about just because he wanted to.

The more he thought about it, the stranger he found himself. Perhaps he simply hadn't met many women, which was why he had suddenly become unable to take his eyes off such a stunningly beautiful lady.

“Master, you've drifted off again.”

Unable to restrain himself, Yan Huo asked, “Did you notice anything unusual about that lady we met today?”

His subordinate had no idea what his master meant by the question. He didn't think too deeply about it. After all, his master had never been interested in women since childhood, and it never occurred to him that Yan Huo might have developed feelings for Tang Guo.

So he answered honestly, “This subordinate believes that Madam is different from ordinary women. From her speech and demeanor, one can tell she is broad-minded and knowledgeable. From her manners, it's clear she was raised in a highly cultured family. There are several words that describe her perfectly—virtuous, graceful, and exceptionally talented.”

“And beautiful as a flower,” Yan Huo added without thinking.

Then he saw his subordinate's expression twist so badly it looked as though his face was about to crack.

Their master had actually described a woman as beautiful as a flower?

Had someone switched him out with an imposter?

Yan Huo came back to his senses and quickly said, “Don't you think that lady is exceptionally beautiful?”

Truthfully, it wasn't merely her face that had captivated him. It was her eyes.

Those beautiful eyes seemed capable of seeing through everything.

“She truly is stunning,” the subordinate admitted, shuddering slightly. “Master, don't tell me you…”

But he immediately dismissed the thought.

No matter how outrageous his master might be, he wouldn't really set his sights on another man's wife, would he?

Even if he had feelings, knowing his master's character, he would never act on them.

Their master was a true gentleman.

“Nothing of the sort. I was merely asking.”

Naturally, Yan Huo wouldn't share his thoughts with his subordinates. Nor would he do anything because of these fleeting emotions.

Had that lady not been married, perhaps he really would have done something.

If he found her pleasing, marrying her wouldn't have been impossible.

But now…

He could only sigh inwardly in regret.

He believed that once he left Southern Shu, all of this would become nothing more than passing clouds.

Perhaps it was because she was special—beautiful, talented, and widely knowledgeable—that he regarded her differently.

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Host, have you turned into a money-grubber? You only bought a cart of good stones. Is it really worth being this happy? My energy is skyrocketing!

The growth was so rapid that it was starting to scare him.

“Isn't increasing your energy a good thing?”

It was.

But ever since his golden thigh had transformed into a little miser, he couldn't help feeling that his host had somehow descended from her lofty pedestal.

Was she really that happy?

Just look at her.

Even while riding back in the sedan chair, the smile never left her face.

And now that she had returned to her room, she was actually humming a tune.

By the way, Host, who exactly is this Yan Huo? He doesn't look like a businessman.

“He really isn't.”

Tang Guo took a sip of her floral tea.

“His identity is quite extraordinary.”

The system grew curious and hurriedly flipped through the plot from beginning to end.

Yet no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find anyone named Yan Huo.

Strange.

Host, can you tell me where he appears? Could he be some nameless cannon fodder who died without even leaving behind a name? Or perhaps, because he encountered someone who recognized the value of his goods instead of you, he was robbed and murdered for them?

“Has all that energy made you stupid?”

Host, come on, tell me.

Tang Guo nearly spat out her tea.

Was that… coquettish whining?