Last night, Nan Zhi and Shen Yunjin were entangled for who knows how long. If she hadn't exchanged some potions, she might have been killed by the terrifying man who had just broken his vows.

In the latter half of the night, he finally regained some of his senses. He gazed deeply at her, tucked the sweat-dampened hair behind her ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "I still don't know your name."

Nanzhi leaned weakly against his chest and whispered shyly, "My name is Jinyun."

"jin?"

"It's not the same character as the young marshal's; it's the 'jin' from 'From now on, no more sending mirrors or books, no more proof of love in painted pavilions.'" Nanzhi looked up at him, her eyes shining like stars. "But they all have the same pronunciation. Doesn't that prove we're very destined for each other?"

Shen Yunjin liked her gaze, and his eyes brightened slightly as he gently stroked her flushed face. "It's fate."

"Will the young marshal marry me?"

Nanzhi abruptly asked a question.

Shen Yunjin remained silent for a while before slowly answering her, "Yes, but not now."

He needed to find her a new identity so that he could marry her openly and legitimately.

After hearing this, Nan Zhi didn't seem as happy as expected. She smiled at him and said, "Young Marshal, I want to drink some water."

Shen Yunjin had an exceptionally good temper. He had never served anyone before. At this moment, he quickly got up, and when the water wasn't hot, he warmed it with his hands until it was a little warm before handing it to her.

"Here, have some water." He gently helped her up.

Nanzhi lowered her eyes, took a small sip, and then handed it to him. "I don't want to drink anymore. Your lips are a little dry. Would you like some too?"

The way she looked up at him with her small face resembled a snow-white kitten. Shen Yunjin was in a good mood, raised his hand to rub her head, took the water and drank from the spot where she had drunk.

Nanzhi smiled and asked, "Is it sweet?"

"It's very sweet." Shen Yunjin put down his cup, sat down next to her, and put his arm around her.

Nanzhi leaned in and kissed him again.

This was the first time she took the initiative after regaining consciousness.

Shen Yunjin assumed she was happy, so he instinctively hugged her in response.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the kiss was a little different; she seemed to be acting strangely.

But Shen Yunjin was too happy. He was completely absorbed in her initiative and ignored all of this.

It wasn't until later, when his consciousness suddenly became hazy, that he realized something was wrong.

His vision began to blur, and he could no longer see Nanzhi clearly; she seemed to be appearing as a double image.

He vaguely heard her say, "I'm sorry, young marshal, I used you. Don't hate me."

Shen Yunjin watched her leave him, put on her clothes, walk to the table and seem to write something, then take the key to the Marshal's Mansion, glance back at him, and then quickly disappear from his sight.

His body went limp, and he reached out to pull her up, but his hand fell limply to his side.

"No...don't go..."

The world was plunged into darkness.

Shen Yunjin slept for six hours before waking up.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly sat up.

Last night felt like a dream. He woke up in a daze, but stopped abruptly when he saw a dark red stain on the military overcoat he was lying on.

His hand trembled as he touched that patch of color, and memories flooded his mind.

Young Marshal, I like you, I like you so much...

The reason I hated your father touching me so much was because...because I liked...liked you...

I'm sorry, young marshal, I used you. Don't hate me.

Everything in the mess before my eyes was real, and what she said was also real.

Shen Yunjin was fully awake. He subconsciously searched his surroundings for her, but saw nothing.

He realized she might have run away and was about to go find her when he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper on the table, pressed down by a pen.

He strode over and saw that there was only one line of poetry on the letter.

[From now on, I will not send you any more letters; the pleasures of love in the painted chambers are now meaningless.]

"From now on, I will no longer send you letters, for our intimate moments in the painted chamber are now meaningless."

Shen Yunjin found the poem written in beautiful, delicate calligraphy incredibly irritating. He let out a mocking laugh, "Jinyun, so even your name was a lie?"

There was no need to send any more letters; all the deep affection and love expressed in the painted pavilion would now have no basis.

So, not only did her name deceive him, but all the lovemaking last night was a lie!

Shen Yunjin almost laughed out of anger.

He never imagined he'd be so easily fooled!

He crumpled the letter into a ball, intending to throw it on the ground, but then, for some reason, he stuffed it heavily into his pocket, hastily put on his clothes, draped the military overcoat that smelled of her, and hurriedly went downstairs.

If she dares to lie to him, he will definitely catch her and punish her severely!

Besides, where did she get the guts to run away? Even if she did escape, what chance would she have of surviving?

Whether driven by love or hate, Shen Yunjin's face was gloomy, and he only wanted to catch her and let her know the consequences of lying to him!

He left the library, and before he could even go out to look for her, he sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere of the Marshal's Mansion.

The servants, who had been performing their duties, were now running around looking for something, as if something major had happened.

He grabbed one of them and asked, "What happened?"

The man replied, "Young Marshal, we don't know where Ninth Concubine has gone. The Commander-in-Chief has ordered us to search for her immediately."

Has Shen Zhencai already found out?

Shen Yunjin's expression turned serious. If he knew what happened last night, Nanzhi's situation would only become more dangerous.

He turned and headed towards the house.

When Shen Yunjin found Shen Zhencai, he was sitting in the living room with a very unpleasant expression.

His sixth concubine was kneeling in front of him, her face looking as if she had been slapped, her head bowed and not daring to speak.

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