Her face was delicate, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and there was a faint smile on her lips, but there was an imperceptible anxiety and tension hidden in her eyes.

She gently held a small teacup in both hands, the teacup decorated with a simple landscape pattern, which complemented her kimono.

However, her gaze kept drifting to the clock on the wall. It was an old grandfather clock with a case made of ebony, its surface gleaming with a warm luster. The hands moved slowly across the dial, making a soft ticking sound that was particularly clear in the quiet space.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, each passing second carrying with it the woman's indescribable anticipation and unease.

She was waiting for news, news that would determine her fate.

She had been preparing for this plan for a long time, and every detail had been carefully planned to ensure that nothing went wrong.

However, as time passed, the door leading to the outside world remained tightly closed, without any movement.

Her heart began to stir; beneath her elegance and composure lay an undisguised panic and anxiety.

She couldn't help but wonder if something had gone wrong. Had the plan already been discovered?

But she quickly adjusted her breathing and forced herself to calm down.

Years of training and experience have taught her how to remain calm and rational in the most critical moments.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let the aroma of tea and bamboo fill her heart, trying to calm the turmoil within.

She knew that no matter the outcome, she had to remain calm, because only in this way could she make the right judgment at the crucial moment.

Just then, light footsteps finally came from outside the door, and then a door was gently pushed open, and a figure slowly stepped in.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp as she stared intently at the figure, her heart filled with both anticipation and trepidation.

At this moment, all the waiting and anxiety will be transformed into action, and her fate will be completely changed...

In the mysterious and elegant space of "Cherry Blossom Residence", every detail seems to tell an untold story.

The woman in the kimono is the most crucial element in this story; her elegance and panic intertwine to create a captivating tale.

A woman in a kimono sat on the tatami mat, steam rising from her teacup, blending seamlessly with the tranquil atmosphere around her.

Her gaze was calm and serene, yet it concealed a bottomless abyss, where her determination and calculations lay hidden.

She wore a furisode kimono, the cherry blossom pattern embroidered on it appearing and disappearing in the dim light, as if echoing the secret in her heart.

Zhang Fan's steps were steady, each step seemingly touching the heart of the woman in the kimono, stirring up ripples.

His appearance was both expected and tinged with an indescribable tension for the woman in the kimono.

She tilted her head slightly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye; her gaze held both scrutiny and wariness.

Zhang Fan walked behind the woman in the kimono, but did not take immediate action. Instead, he stood there quietly, as if observing and waiting.

A subtle tension filled the air, making even breathing seem more cautious.

Then, he slowly extended his hand, his movements carrying an irresistible authority, yet silently revealing a threat.

His hand rested lightly on the woman's shoulder, a highly aggressive touch, as if he wanted to touch her skin directly through her clothing.

The woman in the kimono stiffened, but she did not show any obvious panic. Instead, a faint smile appeared on her lips, a smile that contained a hint of mockery and a touch of determination.

She remained in the posture of drinking tea, as if all of this was within her expectations and within her tolerance.

Then, Zhang Fan became even bolder. He not only put his arm around her shoulder, but also gradually moved closer to her face.

The woman in the kimono could feel his hot breath on her ear, the heat making her frown slightly, but she managed her expression perfectly, and to outsiders, it looked as if she was simply enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Zhang Fan leaned close to the woman's earlobe; however, beneath this seemingly intimate gesture, undercurrents were swirling.

The woman in the kimono quietly reached into her hair, where a slender silver needle was hidden—her carefully prepared "weapon."

Her fingers gently caressed the silver needles, feeling the coolness emanating from the needle tips. That coolness seemed to spread throughout her heart, allowing her to maintain a sliver of clarity at this critical moment.

She knew that this silver needle would be the key to her destiny and a symbol of the power struggle between her and Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was oblivious to the strange behavior of the woman in the kimono. He was absorbed in his own world and completely unaware of the impending changes.

However, at this moment, the woman in the kimono clearly sensed every breath around her. Her heart raced, but her gaze became even more resolute.

This is the last chance to ambush him. If we failed to kill him before, it must prove he's got some skill.

Only when he is relaxed will you deliver the fatal blow.

This time, I won't give him the slightest chance.

Zhang Fan hadn't expected the woman in the cherry blossom dress to be so beautiful, especially with the addition of a kimono, which made him somewhat unable to resist her charm.

It seemed like he couldn't help himself, but he must have caught the woman in the kimono's subtle movements.

Do you really think you're that easy to deal with?

But don't rush, take your time.

I haven't lost control yet, but once I really do, things will get interesting.

I never expected to find such an amazing find here; it was quite a surprise.

The last female ghost was quite pretty, but I didn't expect there to be one even prettier.

It seems there are quite a few spies in the entire Sakura area along the coast; a large number of them are gathering intelligence.

Zhang Fan slowly clasped his hands together. The woman in the kimono was stunned. Her last move was to kill Zhang Fan with a hairpin, but how could she launch a sneak attack now?

The next second, the woman in the kimono suddenly looked at me strangely.

As a gentle breeze blew in from outside, a different sound came from inside.

As for our opponents, we definitely need to teach them a lesson.

There are many ways to teach a lesson, but different methods are used for different people.

Some methods are even more painful than killing her. They certainly wouldn't do that to their own people, but this time, they're going to teach the female spy a lesson.

I need to make her feel my passion, and also let her know how terrifying the men of Xia Kingdom are.

Otherwise, these spies will run rampant!

The lessons must be based on the textbook, including both what has been learned and what hasn't been learned, all of which should be applicable.

This is a rare opportunity; I can give her a perfect lesson without any pressure.