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Chapter 4336: 5.0088 Devoted to His Wife

This past night was incredibly comfortable!

After so many days of being jostled on that rickety ship, suddenly returning to a sacred artifact like the Crimson Heaven Vast Waves, I instantly felt that the treatment and benefits were simply incomparable to before.

Long Xiangyun woke up from a wonderful sleep, walked onto the deck to breathe in the fresh air, and couldn't help but stretch her arms.

Turning around, she saw two tall, handsome men, one in red and one in white, descending the spiral staircase.

For a moment, she felt that there was nothing more beautiful in the world than this.

The man in red held a flask of wine, leaning against the railing with a gentle smile, while the man in white was like sacred light, his expression cool. As their eyes met, it was as if thousands of afterglows flowed down.

All the colors of the world seemed to gather around this poker face. Long Xiangyun bit into the dry, unappetizing bun in her hand, her nose twitched slightly, catching a whiff of fragrant congee.

Without stopping, she followed the scent and saw the poker-faced woman in a moon-white robe appear before her.

"What are you doing?" Without surprise, the little poker face immediately growled at her.

Long Xiangyun rolled her eyes speechlessly, but her gaze followed the large pot of congee in Qiaomu's hand.

"Wash your hands," the little poker face glanced at her with disdain, then walked past her.

Long Xiangyun turned around, grimacing at her back: This poker face just can't speak nicely.

In less than a moment, the hundred members of the Phoenix Clan and Qingxuexue's three hundred personal guards all emerged.

Everyone suddenly realized that the space here was truly fascinating.

The deck didn't look very large, but even with over four hundred people squeezed together, it didn't feel crowded at all; the surroundings still felt spacious.

"We'll be able to see Snow Ridge further ahead," Long Hui said to Qiaomu with a smile. "Cousin, are you planning to go search for Senior Haoguang of the Snow Ridge Holy Land now?"

Qiaomu shook her head. "Just let it take its natural course."

She had already handed over all the remaining name tags of the first-generation disciples of the Xuanji Sect to Seniors Chen Qi and Lu Zheng.

Without name tags, finding people would be troublesome.

Anyway, there was no rush for this matter. It had been so many years; why rush now?

"Alright then, we won't stop here and will proceed directly into Wangchuan," Long Hui said with emotion. "Speaking of which, we've been delayed quite a bit along the way."

Qiaomu briefly turned her head, glanced at him indifferently, then retracted her gaze.

"Cousin, there's no need to worry. The Wangchuan Long Clan bears no ill will towards you," Long Hui quickly said. "Besides, Grandmother truly... really wants to see you."

Qiaomu said nothing, put down her congee bowl, stood up, and walked towards the railing.

Crown Prince Mo's gaze lightly swept over Long Hui. Long Hui could truly feel the strong warning in the Crown Prince's eyes even through the air.

He had seen it frequently on this journey.

Someone as devoted to his wife as the Crown Prince would probably uproot the entire Wangchuan if the Wangchuan Long Clan genuinely intended harm to the little poker face.

The profound affection between the two, where nothing needed to be said but everything was understood, was truly enviable.

Long Hui shook his head slightly, then looked back at the Crown Prince with a calm gaze, slowly nodding in acknowledgment.

Mo Lian glanced at him, then retracted his gaze and stepped towards his wife's side.

If Long Hui could behave himself, he naturally wouldn't touch their family.

But if the Wangchuan Long Clan harbored ill intentions and wanted to harm his Qiao, how could he be courteous to them?

His wife, he would naturally protect until the very end...