Shen Qichuan told him to throw it. The young master gathered his strength and tossed it into the air. It wasn't very accurate and missed the mark. It fell down. Dengxin ran over to pick it up, then came back and took two steps back. This time, he even swung his arm, preparing to throw it with force.

This time the throw went too high. If it had been more accurate, it might have actually hit the highest point. Unfortunately, it went astray and not only fell down, but also hit a stranger on the head.

Nan Yu was startled and ran over to bow and apologize.

The woman was initially very angry. People are all attracted to good looks; it's just a matter of whether someone appeals to you. The young master had eyebrows like ink paintings and eyes like bright stars. He was naturally handsome without any makeup. The woman was mesmerized and unconsciously began to speak softly.

"No, it's nothing."

He apologized a few more times, and the woman didn't ask him for anything in return before leaving. When Chen Qichuan came over, the young master, deflated, handed the red sash to the man, pouting and saying:

"Go ahead and throw it, I can't hit it."

The man chuckled, patted the young master's head, handed him the red ribbon, and grasped the boy's arm, saying, "Let go with my strength."

The wick nodded blankly.

Although he didn't understand the force he was talking about, he wasn't sure if he could accurately receive it.

But they still obediently let the other party do as they pleased.

Swing your hand away and let go.

The prayer plaque hanging from the red ribbon rested steadily at the top of the sacred tree.

The young master was both surprised and delighted, and hugged Shen Qichuan tightly.

Realizing that this action was inappropriate in a temple, he quickly let go.

As they walked and talked, preparing to return, they encountered someone unexpected yet perfectly reasonable in the main hall of the temple: Haitang. They had assumed she was just there to worship Buddha, but she blocked their path.

Haitang had a veil wrapped around her head, her eyes fixed on the young master.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying, "I want to talk to you."

Nan Yu frowned, and the curve of her lips tightened.

"If it's about Yu Chen, I think we don't need to talk about it. I know he likes you, and I won't try to take him away from you."

That bastard offered it to him, but he refused it.

Haitang shook her head, "It's another matter, it will only take you a little while." Then she looked at Shen Qichuan and assured him, "General Shen, I will not hurt him."

Shen Qichuan looked down at his wife.

Even if it's something else, the fact that he came to see me must be because of Yu Chen. I don't want to get involved with Yu Chen. I don't know how someone can be so confident about what we talked about at lunch.

“I don’t have time. You can say what you want to say directly. Even if you pull me into a corner, I will still tell him on the way back.”

Haitang: "..."

Biting one's lip.

Seeing his hesitation, Nan Yu grabbed the man and prepared to walk past him to go home. Haitang reached out to stop her and took a deep breath: "I said, Young Master Qi, you are the second son of the Minister's family, and General Shen is very fond of you. You have everything. Compared with General Shen, Yu Chen is not outstanding, but I have given everything to him. I only have Yu Chen."

"At noon, he went to the general's mansion, saying he wanted to discuss military matters with General Shen. I knew he was there to see you."

As she spoke, Haitang almost cried.

He was angry, but he had no other power behind him except Yu Chen. Although he understood medicine, he dared not prescribe medicine to Qi Zimo indiscriminately. If something went wrong, he would ruin the rest of his life.

He dared not gamble.

He endured it all, but these days, even though he hadn't seen Qi Ziming, his shadow was everywhere in the house. When eating, Yu Chen would drift off into thought; when reading, he would drift off into thought; even when making tea, which he usually loved, he almost burned his hand. He was absent-minded in everything he did.

As his bedmate, he naturally knew who Yu Chen was thinking about.

Two years ago, it was probably not fully grown yet.

Two years had passed, and he was instantly captivated by Qi Ziming's beauty when he first saw him, let alone Yu Chen. He had thought Rong He was a devoted person, which was why he had given himself to him in the military camp.

He doesn't crave a lifelong, monogamous relationship.

Knowing that it was impossible for him to be a man, Yu Chen probably needed a woman to continue the family line. He wasn't afraid that Yu Chen would just go through the motions, but he was afraid that Yu Chen would fall in love.

If he turns around and falls in love with Qi Ziming.

And yet, I can't have it.

This feeling will forever stir within him.

Haitang dared not gamble, nor was she willing to gamble, so she could only come to Nanyu.

“I won’t fight you for him,” Nan Yu said again.

He didn't want Haitang to cause trouble for no reason and treat him as a potential enemy.

“It’s not about you fighting for him now, it’s about him starting to pay attention to you if you don’t fight for him. Young Master Qi, I have no parents, and my master passed away two years ago. I accidentally entered the army and became a military doctor. Yu Chen was injured many times outside, and I was the one who treated him. I also gave myself to him. I don’t ask him to only have me, but I want his heart, that one and only heart.”

By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Nan Yu frowned, somewhat confused about what Haitang was talking about. She scratched her cheek and asked, "Are you blaming me?"

Haitang just cried and didn't say a word.

Nan Yu: "According to you, it's wrong for me to like him, and it's also wrong not to like him?"

The orange-red sunset hung in the sky, gently spreading its last rays like a thin veil over the temple. The light, carrying a touch of twilight tenderness, fell on the crabapple blossoms, yet added a sense of oppression and sorrow.

Her figure was thin, her eyes red and swollen from crying, like a withered leaf trembling in the autumn wind, about to fall, shaking her head.

The scene is beautiful, but Nan Yu is annoying.

Helplessly, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

Haitang choked back tears: "Young Master Qi, I'm not like you, born under the imperial family, with a high-ranking official father who has everything. What I want, I can only earn through my own efforts. I beg you." As she spoke, she knelt down before the young master. Nan Yu clenched his fists. What's going on? Is this moral blackmail?

Haitang: "Young Master Qi, please give me a way out. Without Rong He, I will die."

Nan Yu raised her hand and promised, "I swear, I really, really won't take him from you, okay?"

Who cares about garbage?

Haitang kept shaking her head, saying that he had already taken notice of her, and that even if she didn't like him, it wouldn't work. She kept begging Nanyu to give him a way out.

Like a dead knot, instead of finding the source to untie, he tries to untie it from the middle, which only makes it more and more complicated.

Nan Yu took a step forward in anger, staring at Haitang.

"How can I give you a way out? By chasing after him?"

Haitang shook her head, crying, "No."

Nan Yu: "Don't worry, I'm not going to pursue him. He can go his own way, and I'll go mine. We'll never see each other again."

Haitang shook her head again, repeating, "No, that won't work."

Nan Yuqi: "Do you mean you want me to die?"

No, he absolutely cannot die! If he dies now, he will live in his shadow for the rest of his life. He doesn't want Yu Chen to have anyone else in his heart.

Shake head.

He was also anxious, so he knelt and shuffled forward a few steps, looking up at Nan Yu with a tone full of fear and urgency, looking pitiful.

“Young Master Qi, perhaps you can make Rong He dislike you.” Fearing that saying this would be misunderstood and expose her, Haitang quickly added, “I’m not trying to sow discord. You grew up with Rong He, so you should know his personality. You must make him give up, otherwise you and General Shen will be harassed by him every day.”

This Yu Chen is really interesting.

The original owner pursued him.

He kept dodging.

I've given up on pursuing him, but he's already got his eye on me?

Paying someone else to help you is definitely worthless.

"What you should do now is not to make me hate him, but to figure out how to win his heart, or just leave. Maybe he will think about moving on and find that he can't bear to part with you."

Nan Yu offered him advice, but Hai Tang thought that he was greedy and unwilling to give up Yu Chen. With Chen Qichuan around, Hai Tang didn't dare to show too much ferocity. Her fists were clenched tightly under her sleeves, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and she sobbed.

Nan Yu was speechless and helpless. She raised an eyebrow and pulled the man away.

Haitang stared at their retreating figures, her eyes like those of a venomous snake, dangerous and eerie. She already had Shen Qichuan, so why was she still thinking about Yu Chen? Did she really want to have her cake and eat it too?!

Shen Qichuan frowned, as if he had noticed something, and suddenly turned his head.

Before Haitang could withdraw her hateful gaze,

Suddenly being stared at, he felt a chill run from his feet to his head, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water. His face drained of color, and he stood frozen in place, terrified and at a loss for what to do.

The man suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Seeing that he wasn't leaving, Nan Yu looked up curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qichuan's lips curled into a cold smile. He gently patted the young master's back, as if nothing had happened, and said, "It's nothing, let's go."

-

The young master spends all his time talking about love.

Life was leisurely and uneventful.

Several young ladies and gentlemen from the Minister's mansion repeatedly tried to get close to Shen Qichuan, but were stopped at the door by the servants. This displeased the young ladies of the Minister's mansion, who then complained to their father.

They naturally couldn't possibly go to the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat to complain about Shen Qichuan.

The accusation is without doubt.

Now that they've latched onto General Shen, they've even lost sight of their own brothers and sisters. Every time they go to the general's mansion, they're turned away at the door. Everyone is both anxious and angry.

The Minister of the Imperial Secretariat has no control over it.

He didn't know what the relationship was between his son and Shen Qichuan.

When Shen Qichuan took Buyi away from the General's Mansion, he said that Buyi was his benefactor. After returning to the capital, Shen Qichuan was drugged. Nan Yu took him away and invited a doctor to avoid a disaster, but he also suffered a minor injury. Out of guilt, he wanted to take him to the General's Mansion to recuperate.

Although he didn't understand how Shen Qichuan, with his status and position, could have been drugged, how he could have gotten into trouble and been left unattended, and how his good-for-nothing son could have accidentally saved the other party.

But it's a good thing overall.

When Shen Qichuan said that, he politely refused, but the other party insisted, so Qi's father had no choice but to have someone take Buyi to the general's mansion to recuperate.

During those days, he still felt in his heart that Shen Qichuan was grateful and repaying kindness.

He's capable and has a good character.

She even tried to match him up with her daughter.

Unfortunately, the other party had no intention of getting married, so the matter had to be dropped.

Nan Yu stayed at the general's mansion for three months.

Yu Chen does come here often, and I don't know what's wrong with him. Nan Yu has scolded him and even hit him occasionally. Yu Chen is a narcissist who insists that he is with Shen Qichuan to spite him.

Haitang was also stirring things up.

It's useless.

Nan Yu even suspected that he was being controlled by the plot; how could anyone be so outrageous?

You're bound to run into them when you go out shopping, but it's better to stay in the General's Mansion.

As the year draws to a close, the entire capital is immersed in a festive atmosphere. Nan Yu has been staying in the General's Mansion for half a month, partly to prevent Yu Chen from causing trouble, and partly because it's cold and she doesn't want to move around. She spends her days in the General's Mansion, warming herself by the charcoal fire, quietly appreciating the snow scene, and occasionally reading and sipping tea.

Shen Qichuan was also busy, frequently going to the palace, so he was willing but unable to do so in that matter.

Dengxin thought this was great, and he would miss it if he came every now and then. But frequent bedtime pleasures were harmful to his health and made him feel weak.

Winter is lazy and cold, and the lamp wick can't withstand it.

Even with charcoal fire, it wasn't warm enough, so we went to Yuquan Villa. Although it's called a villa, it's still within the General's Mansion, but in a secluded location. Chen Xichuan likes to indulge in little romantic gestures, and many colorful flower petals floated on the water.

You can smell a faint fragrance while taking a bath.

In the imperial court, the emperor prepared to hold a banquet in the evening, inviting civil and military officials. Ministers could bring their families. Shen Qichuan knew that the young master loved novelty and excitement, so he hurried back after the court session.

I'll take my young master to a banquet tonight.

Back at the General's Mansion, the steward told me that the lamp wick was at the Jade Spring Villa. I was burning with desire and didn't even have time to change out of my court robes. I rushed over, afraid that the young master would get aroused. Because the clothes were so complicated, once I was dressed, I wouldn't be able to take them off. If I made it in time, I might even be able to have some fun.

As he pondered this, Chen Qichuan's steps quickened, wishing he could teleport to the young master's side immediately.

As luck would have it, Nan Yu had just come out of the hot spring pool, a bath towel wrapped around his waist, glistening water droplets sliding down his fair skin. He was about to grab his clothes when a gust of cold wind swept past, making him shiver.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands, slightly cold, landed on his waist without warning. Dengxin knew who the hands belonged to, but feeling chilled, he tried to struggle away.

However, the other person leaned back and knocked them down, causing them both to fall into the spring.

A large splash of water was created.

The spring water was hot, and the slight chill on my waist was quickly enveloped in warmth.

However, he could no longer breathe through his nose. He surfaced, the towel wrapped around his waist loosened, and flower petals scattered as the water rippled. Chenxichuan bowed his head, and the beautiful scenery entered his eyes.

Shen Qichuan smiled.

Nan Yu was about to start cursing when she saw the man's beautiful appearance.

Court attire can be considered a different kind of uniform.

Wearing it on a man, he looked incredibly tall and imposing, and his features were truly outstanding. Deng Xin liked it so much that she forgot to get angry, raised her hand to touch Shen Qichuan's face, and used the force to kiss the man's lips.

Shen Qichuan smiled and followed suit with a kiss.

The young master reached into the water, trying to untie his belt. His court robes were not as light as his usual clothes, and the belt was intricately designed and complicated. He struggled for a long time but couldn't untie it. Nan Yu was getting anxious. The hot spring pool was already hot, and in his anxiety, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, shimmering slightly under the light of the luminous pearl.

She gripped him harder, so angry that she bit Shen Qichuan's lip without noticing, drawing blood.

Shen Qichuan hissed, and Nan Yu snapped back to reality. He was about to move away to check when a large hand grabbed the back of his head. The man's kiss came like a storm, hot and forceful.

It was too domineering; there was no way to dodge it. The metallic taste of blood spread through my mouth.

The little mouth wanted to spit, the tongue kept sticking out, and the head also hid back, but Shen Qichuan wouldn't let it. His clothes were not undone at all, and he reached into the water himself and took the young master.

How annoying!

As lunchtime approached, Dengxin lay by the pond, her little face flushed red from the steam. She tilted her head, her cheek pressed against the stone, and pouted uncomfortably.

I'm hungry.