After Master Shen left the room, Zhan Xinjia's head, still dazed from the kiss, finally began to come to its senses.
Feeling dizzy, she raised her finger to touch the corner of her mouth, feeling as if the crisp scent of his lips and teeth still lingered.
What's outrageous is that she even felt teeth marks.
Ouch, Brother Er Gou still loves to bite people...
Help! Perhaps it's because Master Shen is inexperienced in kissing, but every time he kisses her, he suddenly becomes uncontrollable and starts biting her like a dog.
It's too astringent.
The most refined and elegant Grand Tutor Shen actually likes to bite people while kissing—who would believe that?!
By the way, how long did she sleep after she went home and fell into a coma?
With sentries from the Dali Temple lurking outside, Liuyu should be fine. At most, she'll just be disappointed after being deceived in love by a "scumbag."
On the other hand, where is the stuff?
Thinking of this, Zhan Xinjia immediately sat up straight and looked around, but the clothes she was wearing were new, and the old clothes she had worn back had obviously been taken off and washed by Master Shen.
Rubbing his throbbing head, Zhan Xinjia put on his shoes and got out of bed. He looked around and finally spotted the hidden weapon on the table by the window.
Sitting at the table, Zhan Xinjia tried to study the light.
This thing is somewhat like an upgraded crossbow, controlled by a very small and exquisite mechanism that fires iron plates. The iron plates can be loaded with up to three shots at a time, and most importantly, the material of these iron plates seems to be different from ordinary iron.
They feel smoother to the touch, are closer to silver, and are much harder and tougher than ordinary iron.
No wonder the face cream only brought out this stuff at the very end; the ingredients must be too rare and expensive for them to use easily.
Fiddled with the object in his hand, Zhan Xinjia sighed again.
Since Lord Shen has already seen this thing, he must be able to guess what she went to do and who she fought with, but he did not choose to interrogate her. Instead, he pretended that nothing had happened.
Sometimes, the more considerate Xiao Shen was, the more she felt guilty.
He was completely open with her, yet she still had many secrets she couldn't easily reveal...
She had originally planned to give the item to her master for research once she got it, but now it seemed that perhaps her master was the one in the most danger from beginning to end. She really couldn't understand why her master had lied to her.
However, at least no one knows that she has regained her memories. The enemy is in the open while she is in the dark, which can be considered an advantage.
After having dinner, washing up, and resting, Zhan Xinjia vaguely greeted Lord Shen the next morning before deciding to visit Prince Yan's residence. There were some things she needed to know the answers to.
As September arrives, the leaves begin to turn from green to yellow.
The bleak autumn wind wasn't particularly strong, but it rustled and pushed the withered leaves that the maids hadn't had time to sweep forward. The courtyard was desolate, with a few ginkgo trees setting off the ornately decorated pavilions and towers, making the scene appear even more dilapidated.
They sat under the red pillars in the deep courtyard of the Prince's mansion, looking up at the sky.
The sky was a gloomy gray, overcast and gloomy, with dark leaden clouds hanging low and deep, as if they might at any moment bring a sudden downpour that would crash down upon the earth.
A few withered crows cried mournfully, their solitary figures flitting across the suffocatingly gloomy sky.
Zhan Xinjia looked away.
Perhaps it was her change of heart, but now, sitting in Prince Yan's mansion, she did not feel the same lightheartedness and relaxation she usually felt when visiting. Instead, she felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing down on her heart, making her feel depressed and uneasy.
Upon closer inspection, this palace is so lifeless that it resembles a haunted house.
The maids coming and going all went about their business with blank expressions, their faces wooden and stiff, like puppets on strings, devoid of any life. Apart from the sound of the wind, the courtyard was eerily quiet.
In a daze, Zhan Xinjia felt that someone was watching her from the shadows.
She turned her head alertly and glanced back. Not far away, behind the corner of the corridor, a wheelchair was quietly parked.
The young man in the black robe sat silently in the wheelchair.
The silk curtain hanging under the eaves, originally meant to provide shade, covered his head. From Zhan Xinjia's angle, all that could be seen were his thin, almost bony hands gripping the wooden wheels of his wheelchair tightly.
A cool breeze gently stirred the curtains, while the blue veins on the back of his hand bulged, his knuckles turning white from the force he exerted.
And the wheelchair was facing... he was staring at himself.
Upon realizing this, Zhan Xinjia felt a chill run down her spine, a kind of inexplicable dread.
Even though she had visited Prince Yan's mansion countless times, she had never actually spoken a single word to Prince Yan, Yan Wuju. If she thought back carefully, the only time she could recall was many years ago when she first came to the mansion with her master, when the young man gave her a curt nod, which could be considered a perfunctory greeting.
Zhan Xinjia hadn't even heard him speak, let alone put forward a conversation.
Most of the time, this ill-fated and noble prince was as quiet as a dead man, with a very low profile.
Zhan Xinjia's impression of him was limited to his dim eyes, which looked like they were filled with glass beads. People from Nanjun all had light-colored eyes, and Yan Wuju, who had half Nanjun blood, had eyes that were more grayish-white.
In the courtyard, the maids began sweeping up the fallen leaves that had been blown down by the wind the night before.
Zhan Xinjia, as if possessed, took a few steps in the direction of Yan Wuju.
Perhaps she should try to strike up a conversation with him.
Just as Zhan Xinjia was about to lift the curtain, a woman's cold voice suddenly came from behind her—
"Paper".
Zhan Xinjia froze, lowered her hand, and turned around with a calm expression.
"Master."
Although it was only early autumn, the woman in front of me had already put on warm winter clothes.
Her thick black hair was held up by only an emerald hairpin. Her face, thinner than paper, had sunken eyes due to her extreme thinness, a pointed chin, and frighteningly large, dark eyes.
At that moment, the woman's lips, adorned with lip rouge, curved into a gentle smile.
"You've been waiting for a long time, haven't you?"
It was a perfectly gentle statement, but the stark contrast between her pale face and bright red lips made it seem eerie.
Zhan Xinjia smiled nonchalantly, her face beaming with her usual bright and clear smile. She jogged forward and affectionately took Mu Yunlan's arm, laughing and chatting happily.
"Master, you can get out of bed and walk around now?!"
"Hmm, you've been feeling a bit better lately. Why are you in such a hurry to see me today, Zhi'er? Is there something you need?"
As she spoke, Mu Yunlan led the little girl toward the front hall.
There, the maids had already prepared tea and refreshments.
Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, Zhan Xinjia took the exquisite hidden weapon from her sleeve and handed it to Mu Yunlan, still pretending to know nothing and speaking in an innocent and naive tone.
"Master, have you seen this before?"
Mu Yunlan's expression froze for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyelids fluttered rapidly, seemingly surprised and astonished that Zhan Xinjia had actually managed to get her hands on it.
But it was only for a moment; soon, the woman's expression returned to its usual gentleness.
However, Zhan Xinjia still noticed it.
Zhan Xinjia didn't really listen carefully to what she said afterward.
Her original purpose in coming here today was only to test the waters and get an answer that would make her give up. Once she got the answer, everything else would be unimportant.
In the evening, Zhan Xinjia left the Prince's Mansion, but instead of leaving as before, he jumped onto the roof and hid along the wall of the side gate of the Prince's Mansion, eventually returning to Xunfang Pavilion where Mu Yunlan lived.
Concentrating and holding his breath, Zhan Xinjia pressed his ear close to the roof tile.
There was no movement inside for a long time; it was as quiet as a coffin.
Just as she was about to leave, a woman let out a soft sigh from inside the house.
She seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps conversing with someone.
“You promised me that once this was done, you would let me go back to see my husband.”
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