The Duchess of Zhenguo noticed that her son had become much more sensible.

“You gave her a gift when you were injured last time, so go give her another one this time. Consider it my gift to her for the holidays. Take the list with you, but don’t let anyone else find out.”

Shen Yan was overjoyed and immediately agreed.

The Duchess of Zhenguo did not notice anything unusual.

Jiang Tian was only a few years older than her, so how could she possibly be thinking about anything other than matters between men and women?

She simply thought her son was being overly attentive because he had nothing better to do.

In short, by a twist of fate, Shen Yan ended up taking the list to Jiang Tian's estate.

After exchanging a few casual words, Jiang Tian dismissed the servants.

Shen Yan first took out the list that his mother had compiled, and then nervously took out another list that he had spent a long time investigating.

He explained, “This list was compiled by my mother. My mother is in charge of managing the household affairs, so perhaps the investigation wasn’t very thorough. I also compiled a copy for her. If you don’t mind, Aunt, you can take a look.”

Jiang Tian smiled slightly, thanked them, and then looked through both lists.

After reading it, she finally showed a genuine smile to Shen Yan: "Your Highness's list is excellent, and the person I'm looking for is on it."

The person who had always been aloof towards him suddenly smiled, like a spring flower in full bloom, instantly stunning.

For some reason, Shen Yan felt flustered again, and her face turned red to the roots of her neck.

He stammered, "It's nothing, it's what I should do..."

When invited to stay for tea, Shen Yan quickly declined.

He made an excuse that he had something to attend to at home, and soon rode away from the village on horseback.

His mind was in complete chaos.

Even the most oblivious person should notice something amiss in their own mind by now.

Shen Yan was initially curious because Jiang Tian was the emperor's woman, but now he was unsure what that curiosity had become.

After all, even though he was eighteen years old, he was not an expert in matters of love and romance.

When the Duchess of Zhenguo asked about Jiang Tian's reaction, Shen Yan was still able to remain normal.

He said Jiang Tian was very satisfied and would come to express her gratitude another day.

Lady Zhenguo was relieved. It was not easy for someone to ask her to do something, and if she didn't do it well, she would definitely have a knot in her heart.

Now everyone is happy.

Once Shen Yan returned to her residence, she couldn't hold back anymore.

He pondered for a long time, trying to figure out why he was behaving so strangely, but he couldn't come up with a reason.

He dared not even think about that closest answer.

I dared not even think about it, but in my dreams... I did dream about it.

In his dream, Jiang Tian was wearing a spring dress, her eyelashes were like raven feathers, trembling slightly, and when she opened her eyes, her gaze was unusually indifferent.

But Shen Yan was not disappointed by her indifference, because at this moment, she was trapped beneath him.

Her delicate, snow-white face was slightly flushed, her eyes were cold, but her body was warm.

Shen Yan held her tightly, his heart flooded with unspoken thoughts.

He finally couldn't hold back.

The sound of clothes tearing was especially pleasant to him.

Looking into Jiang Tian's eyes, so pure and untouched by worldly concerns, he slowly lowered his gaze...

………………

"Young Master, Young Master!"

Shen Yan suddenly woke up and then gasped for breath.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

He sat there for a long time, as if his mind had been swallowed up by someone else.

The servants outside kept calling him, but Shen Yan seemed to hear nothing.