Su Miao briefly explained the situation to Gu Ying, who quickly went to report to Shen Changji.

A short while later, Lone Eagle told Su Miao that she could go in.

Su Miao told Tao'er to wait outside, and went inside herself.

Upon seeing Su Miao enter, Shen Changji put down what he was holding.

"Bring the things here."

Shen Changji glanced at Su Miao, his expression devoid of any emotion, maintaining his usual indifferent and aloof demeanor.

"Oh, brother, you're so eager to take this as soon as you hear it's from Sister Liu? I really envy Sister Liu for winning your heart."

Su Miao slowly walked towards Shen Changji with the box in her hand, her eyebrows slightly raised, staring at Shen Changji with affection in her eyes.

Shen Changji didn't waste any more words with her and simply took the box from her hand.

Just as Shen Changji was about to open it, Su Miao's arm lightly draped around Shen Changji's neck, and she fell into his arms.

"I want to see it too, brother," she said sweetly.

Su Miao's actions nearly caused Shen Changji to lose his grip on what he was holding, and his face darkened.

Su Miaojiao chuckled and used her other hand to help Shen Changji open the box.

Inside was a sachet.

However... the smell it emitted wasn't pleasant.

"A sachet conveys affection; even if I cannot come today, my feelings remain. Tsk, is my heart fluttering, brother? This light blue color really suits you, brother; look how well it matches!"

As she spoke, Su Miao deliberately took it out and gestured to Chen Changji's waist.

"I remember that my brother didn't like this fragrance. He preferred a lighter scent. But I might be wrong. Maybe his taste has changed. After all, Sister Liu is his beloved!"

Su Miao pouted, her beautiful face filled with disappointment, and sighed softly.

A few strands of hair, which couldn't be gathered up, fell around her ears, and her eyes were slightly red, as if she had been bullied badly.

Su Miao was right; he did indeed like light fragrances.

That was true then, and it hasn't changed now.

Most importantly, he didn't like the color of the sachet.

After smelling the sachet in my hand for a while, I started to notice that it smelled a bit bad.

The spices inside seemed to have been sitting for a long time; they didn't taste fresh.

Su Miao looked up at Chen Changji again, "Does brother really like this sachet?"

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if she were repeatedly confirming whether Shen Changji had truly fallen for Liu Jiaojiao.

Su Miao knew that Shen Changji was not one to say he disliked things.

Because she knew that this fragrance was not what he liked at all.

So, with affection in her eyes and a slight blush on her cheeks, she said, "How about I make one for my brother too?"

"You can't even draw properly, are you sure you can do this?"

Shen Changji's face was filled with disbelief in Su Miao.

"I'm pretty good at needlework, and I've even made sachets before," Su Miao confessed honestly.

She didn't lie; she really did it...

"You did it for Liu Muxuan?"

Su Miao was slightly taken aback when Shen Changji said this.

Oh, he still remembers all that! This man!

But Su Miao still had a bright smile on her face. "Of course not, I made some for my grandmother. Because my grandmother couldn't sleep well at the time, I put some medicine in the sachets and sent several to her."

She knew that Shen Changji would have a hard time accepting this. Although they were not related by blood, they still addressed each other as brother and sister on the surface.

After all, when a woman gives a sachet to a man, it signifies that she likes him and expresses her feelings.

How could a man of Shen Changji's status possibly show his emotions?

Su Miao realized this, so she changed her story.

"Consider this my apology to my brother. I'll fill the sachet with herbs to help relieve your fatigue, ward off evil spirits and plagues, and bring good fortune! What do you say?"

Su Miao looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Shen Changji remained silent, but his dark eyes blazed with a newfound intensity as he looked at her.

Ward off evil spirits and plagues... turn misfortune into good fortune...

It had been many years since anyone had said that to him.

He couldn't help but think of that small figure.

Besides giving him osmanthus cake, she also gave him a small red paper.

She said the little red paper was a blessing she had prayed for, a rare and precious connection, and she hoped it could also ward off evil spirits and plagues, bring good fortune, and ensure his good health.

Su Miao sensed the change in Shen Changji's expression. She lowered her eyes slightly, gently stroked the back of Shen Changji's hand, and slipped her pinky finger into his large hand, caressing his palm.

"That's what I say, but I hope you can understand my feelings for you. I've always loved you."

As she spoke, she made no attempt to hide her feelings, gazing intently at him.

When he met Su Miao's gaze, Shen Changji felt his throat go dry and his heart sink slightly. He quickly looked away.

"Are you really sure you can do it?"

"Of course, if you feel embarrassed, brother, why not excuse me from copying the Precepts for Women?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Changji's expression instantly turned cold.

So all she said was to get him to break the vow of female chastity?!

He thought...

I thought...!

Shen Changji immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes filled with calm as he struggled to suppress his surging anger, and said coldly, "You're dreaming!"

"Isn't my brother embarrassed?"

"Get down! Tonight you'd better copy this fifty times. If you don't, you won't get any sleep!"

“Brother…” Su Miao instantly looked aggrieved, her voice soft.

Shen Changji closed his eyes, ignoring her frail appearance, and pointed to the spot diagonally opposite.

"You'll stay here and copy this tonight. You're not allowed to sleep until you finish. I'll know how to explain this to Grandmother!"

Su Miao had no choice but to walk over, feeling wronged.

Shen Changji thought that this would make Su Miao behave herself, but who would have thought...

Half an hour passed, and he still hadn't finished dealing with his business. Su Miao, who was diagonally opposite him, was already holding a pen, propping her cheek up, and swaying as if she was about to fall asleep.

As Shen Changji looked at Su Miao's face, he couldn't help but think of the matter he had asked Guying to investigate.

Birthmarks can be faked and maintained with medication.

Su Miao's eyes felt very familiar to him.

Therefore... he couldn't help but suspect that the birthmark on Su Miao's back was very likely fake.

He couldn't help but lighten his pace and walk over.