No one is allowed to enter Shen Yunjin's room without his permission.

So the camellia hairpin remained on the table until he returned in the afternoon and saw it.

Things were mostly settled, and the weather was getting colder and colder. Heavy snow blocked the roads outside, so I was finally able to relax and stay at home for the next few days.

He picked up the camellia hairpin from the table, pushed open the door and went out. He arrived at Nanzhi's door and was about to knock when he saw a crack in the door and heard a sound coming from inside.

Yu Zhi asked, "Ninth Concubine, what are you embroidering?"

She sat by the window, embroidering with her head bowed, her voice gentle and soft: "Pouch."

"Who are you going to give this to?"

Nan Zhi paused slightly before speaking again, her voice filled with a languid joy, "It's for a very capable person. He's too busy, so I put some spices inside, hoping it will help him relieve fatigue and refresh his mind."

"He's a very capable person. Who is he?"

Nan Zhi smiled gently: "I can't tell you that."

Shen Yunjin could hear the joy in her tone. He glanced at the green purse in her hand, narrowed his eyes, and left with a sullen face instead of going in to disturb her.

That evening, as Shen Yunjin came downstairs for dinner, she saw Nanzhi take out a beautiful purse and hand it to Shen Zhencai.

"My lord, this is a new sachet I made. It contains spices that can help you sleep."

Shen Zhencai looked at the exquisitely embroidered purse in front of him, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Was this made for me?"

Nanzhi nodded: "Mm."

Shen Zhencai happily accepted it.

Shen Yunjin's expression inexplicably turned cold.

Just as the sixth concubine, who was standing to the side, was about to make a sarcastic remark, Nanzhi took out another purse and handed it to her, thinking it was just a gift for Shen Zhencai.

"My sister has one too."

The sixth concubine didn't want it at all, but Shen Zhencai was right next to her, so she could only awkwardly accept it, secretly thinking to herself that this little girl was quite good at getting things done.

And this purse, with its exquisite embroidery, made the sixth concubine even more displeased.

Shen Zhencai was very pleased: "Not bad, you are really skillful, I like it very much."

Shen Yunjin arrived at the dining table expressionlessly. He had just sat down and hadn't even picked up his chopsticks when a slender figure approached.

"The young marshal also has one."

Shen Yunjin paused slightly, lifted his eyelids, and saw Nan Zhi walk up to him somewhat awkwardly, holding a purse in her hand.

A green camellia was embroidered on the purse.

A scene he had witnessed a few hours earlier flashed through his mind.

If he wasn't mistaken, was the purse she had embroidered before the one she was now wearing?

Seeing the hidden expectation in the girl's eyes, Shen Yunjin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he inexplicably took it.

[This is a gift for a very capable person. He's extremely busy, so I put some spices inside, hoping it will help him relieve fatigue and refresh his mind.]

Shen Yunjin looked at the purse in front of him and inexplicably thought of this sentence.

However, he quickly swallowed those words that could easily lead to misunderstanding.

Everyone's wallets are about the same size. She is his father's woman, so the person he most wants to give to is his father. Even if it's not him, it can never be him.

Shen Zhencai was very happy and kept putting food on Nanzhi's plate at the dinner table.

The sixth concubine was extremely jealous, but Nan Zhi did not disappoint Shen Zhencai, "Thank you, General. Please give some to my sister as well."

The other concubines wished that Shen Zhencai could only see them, so Shen Zhencai was even happier that Nanzhi was so magnanimous.

He hated jealous women more than anything else in his life.

Seeing that Shen Zhencai was even happier, the sixth concubine became even more displeased.

This little slut, does she even need her charity?

The sixth concubine kicked Nanzhi hard from under the table.

Nanzhi felt a sharp pain in the instep, let out a soft cry, and frowned.

Shen Yunjin looked at her.

Shen Zhencai asked, "What's wrong?"

Nanzhi looked at the smug Sixth Concubine and shook her head. "It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped my foot."

Shen Yunjin glanced at the sixth concubine and, after making some connections, had already guessed the truth.

Seeing Nan Zhi silently enduring the bullying, he twitched his lips slightly.

She really is a little white rabbit, afraid to say anything. She'll just have to wait to be bullied in the future.

Shen Yunjin was completely unaware that he was paying too much attention to this ninth concubine.

He had never asked any concubine for anything before, but today…

After finishing dinner and returning to his room, he glanced at the purse in his hand and the hairpin on the table that he hadn't returned. Unbeknownst to him, he was in a rather good mood.

The thought of returning the hairpin had faded considerably.

Let's do it another day.

Because Nanzhi was much more obedient, Shen Zhencai thought she was ready and went to her room that night.

He would invite other women to his room; he would never condescend to visit them.

Looking at the beautiful Nan Zhi in front of him, Shen Zhencai's heart was filled with excitement. Afraid that she would be scared, he tried to talk to her about some topics.

"I heard that you embroidered the patterns on this purse yourself?"

"Yes, Commander."

"No need to call me Commander-in-Chief." Shen Zhencai sat closer, his voice becoming increasingly gentle. "Just call me Zhencai."

Nan Zhi felt disgusted and greasy. Although Shen Zhencai was good-looking, the original owner was only seventeen years old. He was old enough to be her father.

She didn't show it on her face, but silently moved a little further away from him.

"General."

Seeing that she didn't call out, Shen Zhencai was a little disappointed, but perhaps because of the lighting at the time, he felt that Nanzhi seemed to be covered with a faint halo, which was incredibly charming.

"You all go out. I need to have a good talk with Ninth Concubine."

Upon seeing this, Yu Zhi and the others all retreated.

After they left, they quietly closed the door.

The maids dared not stray too far, and found a quiet, secluded corner to chat.

"Is the General going to favor his Ninth Concubine?"

"Of course."

"The General really dotes on his Ninth Concubine; he's only now deigning to touch her."

...

Yuzhi stood to the side without saying a word.

Although Yuzhi didn't know much about Ninth Concubine, she had a vague feeling that she didn't want to give birth to a son for the Marshal at all.

But given the commander's personality, how could he possibly let her go?

She couldn't help but feel sorry for the beautiful, seemingly otherworldly ninth concubine.

Shen Yunjin would read for a while every day before returning to her room to rest. Today, as usual, she returned after finishing her reading and found several maids chatting in a corner.

Listening to their conversation, he subconsciously looked up in the direction of Nan Zhi's residence, his eyes darkening.

Nanzhi's room was to the west, which was completely opposite to his room. They were not in the same direction, so he could not be seen from there. The only chance of meeting him was when he went downstairs.

Shen Yunjin returned to his room and took off his clothes expressionlessly. When he took off his shirt, for some reason, a button was torn off. Looking at the button on the ground, he suddenly became irritable.