Lin's parents were heartbroken and their eyes were filled with tears.

Such a scene of reunion is inevitably touching, and it inevitably reminds Shen Zhiyi of her own parents.

In her past life, her parents prevented her from marrying Song Yuxiu. In addition, the scumbag whispered in her ear that her parents disliked him because they looked down on the Marquis's family and looked down on him. Therefore, she tried every means to secure his future and did her best...

Looking back now, it was so stupid!

Investing in men is less valuable than treating yourself well.

At this moment, Lin's parents had already pulled Lin Yaoyao to kneel in front of her: "Miss Chen, thank you for saving us. Yaoyao, quickly kowtow to her."

Lin Yaoyao was so thin that her eye sockets were sunken, making her eyes appear extremely large.

He stared intently at Shen Zhiyi.

His eyes were filled with resentment, anger, and... surprise and shock.

"Yaoyao, if it weren't for Miss Chen's rescue, your father and I would probably never have seen you again in this lifetime." Lin's mother hugged her daughter and cried uncontrollably.

After briefly explaining what had happened, Lin Yaoyao looked at Shen Zhiyi in disbelief.

She seemed unable to believe that Shen Zhiyi would save her.

The physician from the Zhai family treated the wounds, examined Lin Yaoyao's condition, and shook his head: "The tendons in her hands are all severed, her hands are essentially useless, and her throat is beyond repair. I can't do anything about it."

After the physician left, Lin's parents were busy taking care of the two children, leaving Lin Yaoyao and Shen Zhiyi alone.

"Surprised that I would save you?" Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.

Lin Yaoyao nodded.

“I gave you a choice. If you had chosen to stand on my side during the family reunion banquet, you wouldn’t have suffered like this. I gave you a chance, but you just…”

"Yet you choose to believe a rotten man."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaoyao could only weep, filled with deep regret.

"Actually, I don't care whether you live or die, I just feel sorry for the two children." Shen Zhiyi took a sip of tea. Sister Ru was still an infant.

Given the Song family's methods, once Lin Yaoyao is dead, the two children will certainly not be spared either.

Lin Yaoyao stood up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to her.

"I have something I want to ask you." After Shen Zhiyi finished speaking, Lin Yaoyao looked at her and nodded repeatedly.

“I know you can’t speak or write, you can just nod or shake your head.” Shen Zhiyi stroked the cup. “Song Yuxiu has been married to me for two years, but he doesn’t want to touch me and wants me to have children. He knows that something bad will happen to my Shen family, right?”

Lin Yaoyao was stunned, then nodded.

"He has someone backing him?"

"Is that person's identity something that cannot be revealed?"

...

As night fell, Shen Zhiyi sent men to escort the Lin family out of the mansion.

"She still hasn't eaten?" Xiao Zhongxuan entered the courtyard and saw Hongrui Lühe standing at the door.

Hongrui nodded, "Ever since you had that private conversation with Lin Yaoyao, you've been acting very strangely."

"I'll go take a look." Xiao Zhongxuan didn't knock and gently pushed the door open to enter.

At a glance, I saw Shen Zhiyi standing by the window, lost in thought. On the desk to one side, there were many crumpled papers scattered around. On the letter paper on the desk, she wrote her parents' names. Seeing the words was like seeing them in person, but she didn't write anything more.

"How can you predict everything so accurately?" Xiao Zhongxuan appeared beside Shen Zhiyi at some point. "You... can you predict the future? How exactly did you know that these two children are not of the Marquis's bloodline?"

Even the Song family didn't know about this.

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head to look at him, "So curious?"

"I just feel sorry for him."

"Hmm?" Shen Zhiyi was taken aback.

"Everyone says that you and Prince Song are deeply in love. You married him against your parents' wishes, which shows that you truly loved him. But he deceived you like this. How heartbroken you must be when you find out the truth."

Xiao Zhongxuan sighed softly, "If..."

"I wish I had met you sooner."

Shen Zhiyi's breathing became slightly heavy, her heart trembled violently, and she turned her head to look at him.

Xiao Zhongxuan turned around and handed her a light cloak. "It's only the beginning of summer, and the nights are still a bit chilly. You're prone to feeling cold, so you should be careful."

He draped a cloak over her shoulders and reached out to straighten it.

“Xiao Zhongxuan.” Shen Zhiyi suddenly called his name.

"What's wrong, are you hungry?"

"Thank you so much for everything during this time."

A dark glint flashed across Xiao Zhongxuan's eyes, but then he heard her continue, "I will give you a sum of money, enough for you to go back to western Sichuan, build a house, acquire property, get married, and have children..."

Before Shen Zhiyi could finish speaking, Xiao Zhongxuan's hand, which had been adjusting her cloak, suddenly tightened, pulling her into his arms.

She instinctively struggled, but Xiao Zhongxuan reached out and grabbed her waist.

"Xiao Zhongxuan, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

The more she struggled, the tighter his arms gripped her, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The pain from the tight band caused a slight redness to appear at the corner of Shen Zhiyi's eyes.

Xiao Zhongxuan hugged her tightly, his voice close to her ear: "Yiyi, do you... not want me anymore?"

That sound,

I felt extremely wronged.

Shen Zhiyi's breath caught in her throat. She stopped struggling and took a deep breath. "Xiao Zhongxuan, if I told you that you might die if you stayed by my side, would you still want to stay?"

Xiao Zhongxuan loosened his grip on her arm slightly, and looked down at her. "Are you afraid I'll die? Are you worried about me?"

His eyes were full of smiles.

It was as if she were joking with him, which annoyed Shen Zhiyi. "I'm serious, don't..."

The next second,

Xiao Zhongxuan suddenly lowered his head and gently pecked her lips.

His lips,

Warm, soft

A gentle touch, yet it seemed to ignite a wildfire, swallowing the words Shen Zhiyi was about to utter between their lips, leaving her only to stare at him with wide eyes.

Xiao Zhongxuan only smiled and continued to adjust her cloak: "I said I would become the knife in your hand..."

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