"Shen Yunjin, I like you."

That night, after the lingering effects of the moment, Shen Yunjin whispered three words behind her back.

I thought it would take a very long time to get a response from her.

I didn't expect it to be so fast.

He didn't speak, released her, placed his hands on her shoulders, looked down at her intently, and curved his thin lips into a smile.

Nanzhi almost sank into his burning eyes, and in a daze, she heard him say, "Zhizhi, I love you."

He loved her dearly after she deceived him and ran away.

He also adored her tender and affectionate demeanor right now.

He loved every single one of them.

He lowered his eyes and kissed me.

I didn't dare to use force, I just touched it carefully.

The kiss was devoid of lust; it was an exceptionally pure one, and nothing else was done.

Regarding getting their marriage certificate, Nan Zhi and Shen Yunjin had originally set a good date, but before the date arrived, she met Zhu Yashi.

At that time, Shen Yunjin was not with her. In order not to arouse Shen Zhencai's suspicion and for official business, he had to run back and forth between the two places.

However, he arranged for many people to protect her in secret, and they would not appear unless absolutely necessary.

Nan Zhi was somewhat surprised to see Zhu Yashi appear before her.

Judging from the other person's expression, they seemed quite angry.

Nanzhi was having afternoon tea at a restaurant near the courtyard house. There were some pastries in front of her. She had only eaten two pieces when the other person sat down opposite her aggressively, looking at her with a sneer.

"So you're the mistress that Young Marshal Shen is keeping on the side?"

Nan Zhi didn't speak, but simply lifted her eyelids and gave her a cold, indifferent look.

Seeing her so calm, Zhu Yashi was extremely annoyed. She scoffed, "I knew he was the one who refused to get engaged to me. Turns out he had a vixen like you on the side."

Her every word would have infuriated anyone else.

But Nan Zhi remained gentle, showing no sign of being angry.

He had no intention of answering her.

Zhu Yashi felt as if she had punched a cotton ball, and became even more arrogant, "Why doesn't he dare to take you home? Did you come from a nightclub?"

Nanzhi didn't speak.

Zhu Yashi said confidently, "Your silence means you agree. No wonder you looked so alluring. Is this the kind of trick you used to seduce Young Marshal Shen?"

"Why does Miss Zhu keep mentioning Marshal Shen?" Nan Zhi smiled faintly. "What, do you like him?"

Zhu Yashi bristled, her face turning as red as if it were about to bleed. She didn't have time to think about how Nanzhi knew her identity, and was busy stammering a denial: "Who likes him? I hate him so much! He's such an egomaniac!"

"If you don't like it, why come to me and ask me these questions?"

Nan Zhi's eyes seemed to see through everything.

Zhu Yashi's face flushed red, then darkened, then flushed again. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'm just angry. What do I lack compared to you? How could he be so blind!"

Nan Zhi took a sip of her juice. "I think Miss Zhu is probably upset that he doesn't fawn over you like other men do."

Zhu Yashi, whose secret had been exposed, became furious. Nanzhi had ordered several glasses of juice, and Zhu Yashi picked up one of them and tried to splash it on Nanzhi's face.

Before it could be poured, a man suddenly appeared and grabbed her hand.

They then covered her mouth, dragged her outside, and threw her out.

Zhu Yashi wanted to go in, but the man was standing at the door, blocking her way with a menacing look. Now everyone was looking at her, and she had lost face. She didn't dare to stay any longer and turned around and ran away in a hurry.

She was so angry on the way that she kicked a stone on the side of the road hard.

The stone flew out, splashed up, and hit a wall.

A wanted poster was pasted on the wall.

Zhu Yashi initially intended to skip it, but the person in the painting gave her a sense of familiarity. She came to her senses, walked back around to stand in front of the painting, and frowned deeply as she looked at the faded artwork.

If she wasn't mistaken, the person in the painting did bear a resemblance to Nanzhi.

"The warlord's ninth concubine?"

Zhu Yashi tore the painting down, and the more she looked at it, the more something seemed off.

Is it Nam Gyi?

Or is it just that she looks similar to him?

Zhu Yashi wasn't sure, so she hired a detective to secretly take photos of Nan Zhi and compare them carefully. The more she looked, the more similar they seemed.

A daring idea formed in her mind.

Could it be that Shen Yunjin likes his stepmother?

She became more and more excited as she thought about it, and took the portrait and photos directly to the Marshal's Mansion.

When Shen Zhencai heard that Zhu Yashi had come to the mansion, he originally did not want to see her at all. However, after hearing from the steward that she had mentioned the Ninth Concubine, Shen Zhencai remembered the very beautiful woman and asked the steward to invite her in.

Zhu Yashi waited outside until Shen Yunjin left the Marshal's Mansion before knocking on the door.

Looking at the lavishly decorated Marshal's Mansion, which was many times larger than her Zhu family's villa, she finally understood the difference between the Zhu family and the Shen family, and why her parents were so afraid of the Shen family.

As the most talented woman in Beiping, only this place is worthy of her.

She fantasized about being the mistress of this place, a smug smile playing on her lips.

On the way, she encountered a concubine dressed in a flamboyant manner coming out of the mansion, and her eyes immediately turned hostile.

However, the thought that Shen Yunjin did not have any concubines eased her mind somewhat.

In short, she didn't care. As long as she married into this family, Shen Yunjin could only have her as his wife.

When Shen Zhencai dies, she will kick all these concubines out.

With that in mind, the housekeeper invited her into the living room.

Zhu Yashi saw Shen Zhencai drinking tea on the sofa.

She walked over and gave a perfunctory bow, saying, "Ya Shi greets the Commander-in-Chief."

Shen Zhencai looked at her with a forced smile, "What brings Miss Zhu here?"

Zhu Yashi said, "Firstly, I want to apologize to the Commander-in-Chief. I spoke without thinking that day. I hope the Commander-in-Chief will forgive me for my petty mistake."

If it weren't for the desire to marry into the Shen family, Zhu Yashi wouldn't have bowed her head.

Shen Zhencai did not accept her apology and said directly, "Let's talk about the second one."

Zhu Yashi immediately handed the photo to Shen Zhencai, "Does the Marshal know this woman?"

Shen Zhencai took the photo, and his expression changed when he saw the woman in it.

When did you take the photo?

Just two days ago.

Shen Zhencai gripped the photo tightly, his eyes flashing with coldness.

Well, he thought she was dead, but she's still alive. Judging from what she's wearing in the photo, she seems to be living a pretty comfortable life!

Zhu Yashi knew he knew her, and immediately smiled smugly, "General, you don't know, do you? This woman is being kept as a mistress by Young Marshal Shen."

Shen Zhencai, who was still resentful that Nanzhi was alive, was now only shocked: "...What did you say?"

"I said that Marshal Shen often goes to see this woman, and the two of them are very intimate."

Shen Zhencai's face changed completely. "Where is she now?"