As everyone watched with fascination, Chu Mingxuan entered the courtyard.
He raised his eyes and watched the Cold King and his consort fighting in mid-air, and was instantly shocked.
The Cold King's Consort's Qinggong had become so good, and she had even learned to fight in the air. This was truly a genius!
He, Chu Mingxuan, suddenly felt that it truly fulfilled the saying that comparing oneself to others can lead to death. Not only was his medical skill inferior to Leng Ruoli's, but now his martial arts were also several levels behind hers. If he didn't work harder, he would probably not even be worthy of washing her feet.
He stood in the crowd, lost in thought for a moment. Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan had already stopped fighting.
"Chu Mingxuan, has your sister Miaoling woken up?" Leng Ruoli saw Chu Mingxuan in the crowd and asked casually.
"Cold King's Consort, my sister has woken up. She agrees to let you hypnotize her," Chu Mingxuan said, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, revealing an irrepressible excitement.
"Good. Go back first and tell her to eat breakfast. Then, tell the servants in your courtyard to prepare a room that is completely sealed, light-proof, and spacious. I'll go back to my room to prepare and then come to find her."
Leng Ruoli smiled faintly.
"Alright, I'll go back and arrange it right away."
After Chu Mingxuan finished speaking, he ran out of the Cold King and his consort's Hanchen Courtyard as fast as lightning. The Cold King and his consort also returned to their own room. At the same time, the guards and hidden guards in the courtyard dispersed.
After the Cold King and his consort returned to their room, Leng Ruoli pulled Jun Mohan and flashed into the space. The two then entered the bathroom one after another, took a shower, washed up, and changed into clean and refreshing clothes.
After Jun Mohan tidied his hair, he turned and saw Leng Ruoli sitting at the vanity, constantly combing her hair. He shook his head helplessly.
"Lier, let me comb your hair for you."
As Jun Mohan spoke, a beautiful arc instantly curved on the corner of his lips.
"You know how to do women's hairstyles?"
Hearing this, Leng Ruoli looked at Jun Mohan with disbelief.
Jun Mohan nodded confidently.
"When I was brought up by my imperial grandmother, to make her happy, I specially learned hair-styling from Granny Fang and Granny Gong for a period of time. You must know that Granny Fang and Granny Gong were the two most outstanding hair-styling masters in the palace back then. Many palace attendants squeezed their heads to be taught by them personally. I was fortunate to become their personal disciple, but alas, Granny Fang..."
As Jun Mohan spoke, he picked up the comb and smoothed Leng Ruoli's black hair. Then, with gentle and skilled movements, he styled a simple coil bun, which looked neat and not vulgar.
"Wow, Jun Mohan, you're amazing! Your hair-styling skill is as good as Xing'er's, and you're more nimble than me," Leng Ruoli praised him generously.
"Of course! Who do you think I am?"
Jun Mohan was full of smugness after Leng Ruoli's praise.
After a while, Leng Ruoli immediately went into her small kitchen. She quickly made two bowls of beef noodle soup. After they finished eating the beef noodle soup, Leng Ruoli went into her treasure trove, and then, from her jewelry collection that filled the room, she found a star-shaped sapphire pendant crystal necklace and put it into her sleeve pocket.
The next moment, Leng Ruoli took Jun Mohan and flashed out of the space again.
In the room, they tidied their clothes and walked out of the room with steady steps, heading towards Chu Mingxuan's courtyard.
A few minutes later, the Cold King and his consort arrived at Chu Mingxuan's courtyard.
When Chu Mingxuan saw the Cold King and his consort, he immediately went to greet them, hurriedly saying, "Cold King's Consort, you're here!"
Leng Ruoli nodded in acknowledgment.
"The room you prepared for me, is it ready?" Leng Ruoli asked directly.
"It's all ready! That room is right next to my room. I've checked it, and it's really completely light-proof," Chu Mingxuan replied seriously.
"Then call A'man over. I'll start now," Leng Ruoli instructed.
Afterward, Leng Ruoli sealed herself and A'man in a spacious room as dark as ink, where one could not see their fingers.
Although Leng Ruoli had allowed Jun Mohan and Chu Mingxuan to follow into the room, she had instructed them when they entered that no matter what happened in the room later, they were not to speak up, otherwise, everything would be in vain.
Jun Mohan and Jun Mohaxuan both nodded in agreement readily.
Now, Leng Ruoli acted as if only A'man and she were in this dark room.
At this moment, Leng Ruoli took out a small desk lamp from her sleeve pocket, which emitted a dim light, and placed it on the small table inside the room for illumination.
Then, she had A'man sit on a chair, and she took out a soft rope and tied A'man to the chair.
"Cold King's Consort, why are you tying me to the chair?"
A'man looked at Leng Ruoli's actions with great confusion and immediately became defensive. Perhaps because of the experience of being buried alive by Liu Ruyi, it had left an indelible shadow in A'man's heart.
However, Leng Ruoli's actions caused even Jun Mohan and Chu Mingxuan, who were standing not far away in the room, to show confused expressions.
"Don't worry, tying you to the chair won't harm you. It's to protect your safety during the hypnosis later," Leng Ruoli explained briefly.
After hearing Leng Ruoli's words, A'man gradually relaxed her vigilance.
Leng Ruoli also took out the star-shaped sapphire pendant crystal necklace she had prepared earlier from her sleeve pocket. When the room became so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, Leng Ruoli suspended the star-shaped pendant on her finger and swayed it back and forth in front of A'man's eyes, making her eyes follow the movement of the pendant in her hand.
A'man watched for less than ten minutes, and her eyes became very tired, and sleepiness began to creep into her eyes.
"A'man, if you're sleepy, just sleep! Sleep!..."
Leng Ruoli's voice was pleasant, easy to get lost in, and possessed a maternal charm, appearing warm and giving a sense of security, making one feel grounded.
As A'man listened, she completely let down her guard, and her eyelids, unable to resist any longer, fell shut.
"Child! What is your name?" Leng Ruoli asked in a low, soft voice.
"I, I, I'm called A'man... Hmm... No, no, I forgot what I'm called?" A'man said, shaking her head in her sleep, as if she herself didn't know her name.
"Your name is Chu Miaoling, isn't it?" Leng Ruoli asked tentatively.
"Yes, yes, my name is Chu Miaoling, but why do they all call me A'man?"
A'man shook her head vigorously. In her dream, two groups of people calling her name appeared. One group happily called her Miaoling, Miaoling.
The other group, however, ferociously called her A'man, A'man. She didn't know what her name really was, and she instantly became dazed and confused, with cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.
Then, A'man squatted down in her dream, hugging her head, and shouted, "Ahhhh!"
In reality, A'man also let out a yell, her expression extremely pained.