"This condition won't allow you to carry her to the bedroom," Yu Linyuan laughed. After saying that, he carried Jinjin to the music room, to the guqin.

They put the man down, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and layer by layer, put the gilded white robe on him.

Finally, she held Jinjin on her lap and picked up the nail plates from the side, putting them on him one by one.

Si Jin retorted: "The guqin is different from the guzheng; it sounds better when played with your own fingernails."

Yu Linyuan supported the boy with one hand, while the other lingered on the boy's slender waist, repeatedly kissing the boy's most sensitive ear, whispering in a low, hoarse voice.

“You don’t have long nails, it’s not good to hurt your hands. Besides, I’m not here to listen to the piano anyway.”

After an unknown amount of time, Si Jin let out a muffled groan.

Yu Linyuan turned his gaze, about to continue kissing him, when his phone rang: [Urgent! Urgent!]

This was the ringtone he had set beforehand. Only his assistant Jiang and Jinjin knew the number, and he would only dial this number if it was something that couldn't be delayed for even a moment.

Yu Linyuan raised his hand to take it. On the other end, Assistant Jiang's voice was dry and full of tension: "Master Yu, I found your mother on the assassination list of the King of Hell."

His...mother.

Yu Linyuan was stunned for a moment, and almost dropped his phone, but he managed to hold it back with his last bit of rationality.

He picked Si Jin up and carried her back to the bedroom without a word: "I'm sorry, Jin Jin, I can't take care of you tonight. Your pajamas are in the second drawer on your left. I changed them for you yesterday. Remember to wear the gray one; it has cedar scent. If I don't come back tonight, let the scent soothe you..."

As they were talking, Si Jin kissed him: "I know everything, A Yuan. Let's go."

He said "I know," and he said "Let's go."

For some reason, Yu Linyuan's eyes reddened, and he turned and went out the door, his steps unsteady like never before.

After his mother ran away from home, he did investigate for a while, and then he always thought that his mother died in an accidental car accident. He never thought that the mother who took care of him every day when he was a child, who did his laundry and cooked for him, and who burned incense to pray for him, was assassinated by those people from the underworld.

Yu Linyuan left and didn't return on the first day. He found out who killed his mother back then.

For the next two weeks, they relentlessly hunted down and tortured that person, making him wish he were dead, on the verge of death, only able to kneel on the ground and kowtow repeatedly, still not satisfied with their hatred.

But starting from the second day, no matter how busy he was, he would call every day to coax Jinjin to sleep.

Si Jin then summoned the soul of the Imperial Mother back and appeared in Yu Linyuan's dream. In the dream, Yu Linyuan watched as the Imperial Mother took revenge, taking the man's life and tearing his soul apart.

When I woke up the next day, the man was indeed dead. His eyes were dark-rimmed and wide open, clearly indicating that he was related to ghosts and spirits.

Yu Linyuan knelt before his mother's grave for three more days before his myriad thoughts finally calmed down. Before going home, he took a shower outside.

Before she could even think about how to apologize to Jinjin, she just wanted to go back and check on him to see if he could take care of himself.

But as soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a young man dressed in white, head bowed, playing the zither. The melody was melodious and unhurried, and it was inexplicably soothing to the mind and body, allowing all the tension in my heart to relax.

Seemingly to match her white dress, Jinjin also wore a wig, her long black hair cascading down to her waist, giving her a unique charm.

It's so beautiful... he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Yu Linyuan was stunned for a full five seconds before he hurriedly reacted and looked at his fingers: "Why aren't you wearing nail guards..."

“It’s alright, A Yuan.” Si Jin looked up at him, her peach blossom eyes filled with tenderness: “Your fingernails have grown back while you were gone.”

"I'm not in pain, I want to play the piano for you."