A blush spread across Shen Zhiyi's face as she pushed his face away.

"Not during the day."

Qingyuan sighed with regret.

"Then shall I help Qingqing?" He infused a little demonic power into the mermaid veil to help her recover.

His slender fingers, however, disobeyed him and hooked the hem of her dress, touching the skin of her waist.

He whispered in her ear.

He said softly, "Do you know when merfolk sing?"

“Begging your partner,” he paused, “or when you want to hear your partner beg.”

Shen Zhiyi held his forearm, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her face flushed as she bit her lip, suppressing the gasp that almost escaped her throat.

"you……"

The voice was broken and trembling.

Before the accusation could be uttered, Dui'er suddenly knocked lightly on the door.

"Miss."

"Lord Li Zhiyin requests an audience."

Shen Zhiyi suddenly froze.

Li Zhiyin?

Isn't this the half-brother of the Imperial Concubine, who just arrived in Jiangnan?

What do you want with her?

Could it be... that they've uncovered clues about Li Xianchuan's death?

Her heart was in her throat.

Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, took several deep breaths to suppress the trembling in her voice, and said loudly, "Please ask him to wait in the flower hall. I'll change my clothes and come right away."

"Yes." Dui'er accepted the order and left.

Shen Zhiyi pushed Qingyuan's hand away, "Stop fooling around, the guests are here."

She was about to get up when Qingyuan pressed her down.

"I will go with my wife." He hooked her dark hair and tucked it behind her ear, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

After pondering for a moment, Shen Zhi shook his head.

"no."

Qingyuan paused in his movements.

A flash of malice crossed his eyes, but he quickly concealed it, looking at her with a gentle smile, "Why?"

"Does Qingqing intend to leave me behind and meet another man alone?"

Shen Zhiyi chuckled.

What are you saying?

"I'm worried that if he comes prepared, he might do something to harm you."

"Have you forgotten Li Xianchuan's peach wood sword?"

She still felt a little uneasy when she thought about what happened that day.

"The Taoist priest who wrote the talisman on that sword has not yet been found. His death is related to you. Before the crisis is over, you should stay away from the Li family."

She touched his face and gently coaxed, "Be good, don't make me worry, okay?"

Li Xianchuan's death was ultimately caused by Qingyuan.

Now that Li Zhiyin has come to our door so rashly, I wonder what he's up to... What if he's carrying something that could be detrimental to Qingyuan?

It would be best if she went to find out first before deciding how to deal with it.

Qingyuan met her gaze and sighed.

"Oh well."

He lowered his voice, sounding somewhat aggrieved: "I'm doing my wife's hair and makeup."

"I'll wait here for my wife to come back."

He put his arm around her waist.

The man, who was half a head taller than her, squeezed forcefully into her arms, adopting a completely dependent posture, which made Shen Zhiyi both laugh and cry.

"Why are you being so clingy?" she said. "I haven't even left the mansion yet."

She patted him on the shoulder.

"Get up quickly."

"It's just making us a laughing stock."

Qingyuan raised his head, looked down at her for a long time, then leaned over and kissed her lips deeply.

"If he doesn't return after an incense stick has burned, I will personally go to the flower hall to carry him away."

He has already used his demonic powers to see it.

That Li Zhiyin is extremely handsome.

It's unpleasant.