"So, I can be forgiven too."
Sheng Linyuan tossed the sword to Mo Qi and said to Sheng Yu, "Clean this place up and put her head in the brocade box."
"Gouge out his eyes, cut off his tongue and ears, pack him up nicely, and send him to Prime Minister Nan. Tell him that I am celebrating his 70th birthday in advance and wish him many happy returns of the day."
"Yes, ma'am."
After Sheng Linyuan left, Mo Qi hugged her sword and murmured resentfully, "Why are you just like the young master? You both love to draw my sword. I have to wash it again QAQ."
As she turned around, she inadvertently noticed Sheng Yu's hand.
Huh? Mo Qi froze, taking a closer look: How come his hands looked so much like Young Master Yue's at Manjianglou? Even the location of the calluses was exactly the same...
However, it's definitely not the same person!
Mo Qi thought: Young Master Yue is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to cooking wine and brewing tea. He is even more understanding than a woman, which is quite different from this fierce, icy-faced man.
He quickly dismissed his own idea, then strode away with his sword in hand.
When Sheng Linyuan returned to the room, he saw that Si Jin was showing signs of waking up, so he quietly leaned over and gave her a light kiss.
Perhaps because of the intense activity last night, Si Jin felt weak all over, as if her body was falling apart, and she didn't want to pay attention to him.
She turned her head slightly to the side and continued sleeping.
Sheng Linyuan persisted and continued kissing.
She lightly touched the boy's lips, and soon, the images of Jingjing crying with red eyes unconsciously flooded her mind again.
Stopping anywhere at random was enough to awaken the latent wickedness in his heart, and he actually rolled onto the bed again, grabbed the boy's chin, and kissed him passionately.
"Um……"
Si Jin frowned slightly, shoved the person aside, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Aren't you done yet?"
Sheng Linyuan clung to him again, holding him tightly and refusing to let go: "Having tasted Jinjin for the first time, I'm somewhat addicted."
Si Jin ruthlessly pushed the person away again: "Then you should lie down obediently and let me hold your hands and do this and that to you. I'm addicted to it too."
Sheng Linyuan quickly realized that the young master was angry because of the incorrect position.
"How about tonight..."
"No need." Si Jin recalled her past experiences of asking to change seats many times and declined with a slight smile: "I don't care about desires."
Despite this, he was still young and vigorous, and he didn't fall asleep until midnight, almost missing the next day's court session.
Those who are coming to collect debts today must not be late.
In the imperial court, Si Jin reported on the recent border defenses as usual, and asked for military pay. Just as he was about to finish speaking, he added seemingly casually, "After all, I have had some family matters recently, and I have many expenses, so I cannot subsidize the military pay myself."
The Empress Dowager, wanting to win him over, naturally took his suggestion to heart: "Has something happened to the Duke of Liang's family?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Si Jin lowered her eyes and said softly, "After all, His Highness the Crown Prince is still young. Burning down my medicine storage room... cough cough cough... it wasn't intentional."
As he spoke, he coughed weakly twice: "This injury of mine has been delayed for several days, and I'm afraid that tomorrow... cough cough cough, I'll have to plead ill again. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
His speech was fluent, and his expression was innocent, as if he had no idea how much trouble his casual conversation would cause.
The Empress Dowager's face grew increasingly grim, and Shen Zhiyu felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles: "The Crown Prince is far too insensible. The Duke of Liang is a pillar of the nation; how can he be treated unfairly? This money must be paid."
"But...but..." He kept recalling what the system had taught him: "But the Crown Prince was frightened when he returned from the Duke of Liang's mansion that day and hasn't woken up yet. The Imperial Preceptor said that this is a mental illness and that it can only be cured with the blood of the Duke of Liang."
After saying this, Shen Zhiyu breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the system was still useful after that Heavenly Lord upgraded it, otherwise he would have lost money for nothing today.
However, the system said that once he obtained Mu Sijin's blood, he could seize the fortune without any restrictions.
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