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"ah?"

Song Jin looked at him in confusion.

[Did I say anything? I don’t think I said anything?]

Cui Huaiji's forehead trembled. Never mind. He was not going to bother with a "little fox slave".

He stared at her with gnashing teeth: "It's okay, I will accept this beetle slave."

Song Jin curled his lips, thinking that he was a little puzzled. He glanced at the fox slave lying on his legs, and felt sour in his heart.

It was clearly the fox slave she bought, but when he saw his new owner, he forgot about her!

"Master, please give it a name."

Cui Huaiji lowered his head, and the fox slave seemed to sense something, raised his head and called him softly.

Name...what should I call it?

He didn't know how to name the feral civets in the mansion. The names were either given by the housekeeper or the servants. The only feral civet he named would always ignore him when he called its name.

Thinking of this, Cui Huaiji lost interest and stared at the lotus-shaped jade hairpin on her head, thinking: "Then call me Yu Nu."

People in Song and Jin loved lotus, and they were as beautiful as lotus, so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off it. Most of the jewelry they wore were in the image of lotus.

Since this blue-eyed white cat was given by her, it should naturally look like her.

Yu Nu, whose skin is as solid as jade and as cunning as a fox slave.

"Yu Nu?"

The only response she got was the meow of the little fox slave.

[Why do I feel this name is not simple? ]

Hearing this, Cui Huaiji's eyes narrowed slightly. How could it be so simple?

[Yu Nu, this is the little beetle slave with skin as white as cream. You should have a share of what the little beetle slave gave you.]

Song Jin twitched his lips speechlessly. What did she mean by "she deserves a share"? Why did he have to involve her in the naming?

Yu Nu was already humming in comfort under his hands, and it was obvious that she was enjoying Cui Huaiji's service. Song Jin's hands were itching, and he secretly wondered if he would agree if she suggested petting a cat.

After a while, Qing Wu appeared at the Moon Cave Gate, bowed and stepped forward, leaning over to whisper in her ear: "Madam, the Seventh Prince said he wants to see you at the door."

Song Jin frowned and secretly glanced at Cui Huaiji. Seeing that his attention was on Yu Nu, he tilted his head and ordered, "You go first, I'll follow."

How could they possibly hide their movements here from the powerful Cui Huaiji?

Knowing that she was going to meet the Seventh Prince, his eyes darkened visibly. Yu Nu seemed to sense something and timidly shrank her neck to look at him.

Soon, Song Jin found an excuse to leave.

He looked at her back quietly, his big hand fell on Yu Nu's delicate neck, and when he heard her frightened cry, he lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed softly.

"Little lizard slave, you are not behaving well."

*

Outside the Song Mansion, Xu Nanheng paced back and forth nervously, then reached out and touched something on his chest, took a deep breath, and gradually calmed down.

He must make Song Jin fall in love with him before Cui Huaiji takes action!

He caught a glimpse of the familiar lotus pink dress and stepped forward quickly, "Jinjin!"

Song Jin stopped a few steps away and looked at him, as if he was resisting him a little.

He didn't understand why the person who was fine a few days ago suddenly became so repulsive to him. Could it be that Cui Huaiji really said something in her ear?

"Your Highness."

Today, Xu Nanheng wore an indigo gown, like a gentleman on the street, and she fell in love with him at first sight when they first met. She lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "Why doesn't Your Highness come in?"

Xu Nanheng took out the hibiscus hairpin from his chest, feeling anxious but expectant, "Isn't your hibiscus hairpin broken? I specially asked someone to make a new one for you."

She remembered this hibiscus hairpin; it was a token of love given to her by Xu Nanheng in her previous life. However, she accidentally broke it later, and she felt guilty about it for a long time. Xu Nanheng couldn't bear to see her sad, so he said he would make a new one for her.

It takes more than a month to make a hibiscus hairpin.

Song Jin stared at the hibiscus hairpin in his palm, feeling a tightness in his heart.

How can you just give up the feelings from your previous life? After all, she had given her true heart.

She picked up the hibiscus hairpin, her smile a little bitter, but she hid it well.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Xu Nanheng seemed very anxious, and only heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her accept the hairpin.

A horse-drawn carriage was approaching not far away.

That was urging him.

His heart sank slightly, and he quickly explained the matter: "Jinjin, I have something important to do and need to leave Qingzhou for a few days. When I come back, I will take you to Sheng'an. If you encounter any trouble, just tell Meng Shu, he will help you."

Meng Shu was one of his most trusted followers, and had fought with him all the way in his previous life. When Xu Nanheng finally became emperor, he was appointed as the general and continued to assist Xu Nanheng.

Unexpectedly, he was willing to leave Meng Shu to her.

Song Jin was surprised. Things happened differently from her previous life. She didn't know if it was because of her rebirth.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

She watched Xu Nanheng's carriage leave, lowered her eyes to look at the hibiscus hairpin in her hand, closed her eyes, and casually threw the hibiscus hairpin to Qingwu.

Regardless of whether Xu Nanheng's feelings for her now are true or false, it is true that he betrayed and shot her in his previous life, and she should not be soft-hearted towards him.

"Put it in the box, and you won't have to take it out again."

"yes."

Qing Wu now truly confirmed that her wife hated Xu Nanheng, and her joy was evident on her face.

*

Qing Wu trotted over and said, "Madam, should I pack it together with the engagement token sent by the Seventh Prince?"

Song Jin nodded, his thoughts drifting far away.

[I have to find an opportunity to cancel the marriage...]

She turned and walked into the corridor, and suddenly saw Cui Huaiji standing not far away. There was a strange coldness in the look in his eyes when he looked at her.

as if……

[Why do I feel like I've been caught cheating? ]

Song Jin shook his head, thinking that he was overthinking.

"My Lord." She knelt slightly and saluted, her eyes bright and round. "My Lord, are you going out now?"

"Um."

Song Jin blinked and keenly sensed that he seemed unhappy.

[Who made the Marquis angry? ]

Cui Huaiji's warm eyes swept across the hibiscus hairpin in Qingwu's hand, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "The one outside the gate of the general is the seventh prince?"

"Ah, it's the Seventh Prince." She didn't understand.

Cui Huaiji glanced at her, raised his feet and walked past her, but his remaining eyes coldly swept across the hibiscus hairpin again.

The little fox slave he had his eyes on was really a coveted one.

Song Jin suddenly shuddered.

Hmm, why is it suddenly a bit cold?

*

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the wind was gentle and the clouds were thin.

Cui Huaiji sat in the pavilion, sipping his wine leisurely, gazing at the shimmering surface of the pool with a happy look.

"grown ups."

A dark shadow suddenly appeared.

Shi An held the hibiscus hairpin in both hands and presented it respectfully.

The bony fingers gently picked up the silver hairpin.

The cool touch seeped slowly through the skin, and the fingertips stroked along the hairpin little by little, finally stopping on the lifelike hibiscus flower.

The warmth in Cui Huaiji's eyes gradually cooled down.

How could he let someone else be interested in the little fox slave he had set his eyes on? He had to find a way to ruin that annoying marriage contract.

A flash of dark light flashed across his eyes in an instant.

In the silent night, there was only a crisp sound of "crack", and the hibiscus hairpin was broken by him hitting his waist.

Cui Huaiji threw it back into Shi An's hand with disgust, as if he had touched something dirty.

Xu Nanheng can also produce this kind of stuff.

“It’s dealt with.”

"yes."

Shi An thought it was normal and left with the broken hibiscus hairpin.

The pavilion regained its tranquility, with the sound of insects chirping intermittently. The breeze blew through the treetops, making a dull rustling sound.

Cui Huaiji raised his head, drank the wine in the glass, wiped the water droplets on his lips with his fingertips, and his eyes quietly turned cold: "You have been listening for a long time, why don't you show up?"

The wind blew past my ears, bringing a hint of coolness.

Cui Huaiji quickly turned sideways, picked up the wine glass and threw it behind him.

There was a crisp "bang" sound, and the porcelain pieces shattered and flew everywhere.

Cui Huaiji propped up the table with one hand, bent his waist and kicked the sharp blade. Then, he grabbed the air with his right hand and threw several porcelain pieces, slashing the assassin's throat quickly and accurately.

A fatal blow.

His warm eyes swept over the other two people.

His lips curved dangerously, and he sneered disdainfully: "Sending a few bastards here really underestimates me."

Being looked down upon, the assassin's eyes suddenly filled with anger, and he rushed forward with his sword drawn without saying a word.

Cui Huaiji's eyes were lazy and he seemed to be able to do it with ease. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes and jumped behind a man. Before the man could react, he was slapped away by him and the sword was snatched away while the man staggered.

He grasped the hilt of the sword, turned his wrist beautifully, and pierced the man's chest in an instant.

The sword was pulled back, and warm blood spurted out.

Cui Huaiji's face sank, a hint of disgust flashed across his eyes, and he quickly retreated to keep some distance, but was still splashed by a few drops.

The crimson-purple robe was originally dark in color, and when the blood splashed on it, only a few smears of brown could be seen. It was not very obvious, but he still frowned.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the other assassin decisively withdrew and fled.

A cold color creeps up to the tips of the eyebrows.

Cui Huaiji leaned sideways, picking up the debris on the ground without even looking at the direction he was running. He exerted a little force with the tip of his shoe, and a flash of white flew through the dark night like a swallow and pierced into his back fiercely.

The assassin paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and ran for his life.

There was quite a commotion in the pavilion. When Shi An rushed over, he only saw the corpse on the ground. He was shocked and knelt down immediately: "My Lord..."

"Handle cleanly."

He gave the order casually, but suddenly thought of something, turned around abruptly and stared at the direction the assassin fled, his eyes gradually darkening.

That direction is...

*

In the Song Dynasty courtyard.

After taking a bath, Song Jin put on his underwear, and put his fingers around the waist tie. He tilted his head to ask Qing Wu who was waiting outside: "Did you keep the hairpin?"

Qing Wu responded loudly from outside: "My lady, I have collected it and put it at the bottom of the box as you requested."

"Well, go and take a rest."

"yes."

She closed the door quietly and blew out the light in the outer room.

The room suddenly became much darker. Song Jin put his fingers on the belt on his chest and tied it while walking out of the bathroom and towards the bunk bed.

She had just fastened the straps and was about to fasten the shoulder straps when a large bloody hand suddenly grabbed her neck and pressed her against the bed frame.

"Well!"

The assassin attacked without mercy, and Song Jin was lifted up the moment he was almost strangled.

He stared at her viciously: "My dear, someone wants your life, don't blame me."

Who? Who wants to kill her?

The suffocating feeling of approaching death once again swept over my mind.

Various scenes of tragic deaths in past lives flashed through my mind.

Her face turned purple and she cried out weakly, "Help, help..."