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Si Jin's hand was being held tightly by him, and her breathing gradually became erratic.
I thought it was just a kiss, but who knew...
But Shang Linyuan still held his hand tightly, smiling awkwardly as he slowly reminded him.
"Jinjin, it's not finished yet, don't shake."
"This stroke of the pen should be made here."
"good……"
Si Jin's hands soon became unresponsive.
After finally finishing a painting, tears streamed down my face.
Each drop fell onto the desk, a sight that pained the heart.
… …
Shang Linyuan put the painting away.
The desk trembled slightly, and the pen holder, along with the papers, fell to the ground.
In the middle of the night, the candles in the house burned out and the flames went out; no one bothered to relight them.
The door was tightly shut, and not even the moonlight could get in.
It's especially suitable for closing your eyes and listening to the other person's heartbeat, which is almost in sync with your own.
… …
At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Shang Linyuan secretly went out.
They brought in a bathtub and hot water, placed the fragile White Moon Cult Leader inside, and gently cared for her.
Si Jin splashed the water beside her, her voice still hoarse as she asked, "Why don't we go to the hot spring?"
Shang Linyuan replied, "It's a bit chilly at night, I'm afraid you'll get sick."
"Last time at the hot spring... it was already dawn." Si Jin leaned against the edge of the wooden tub, weakly reminding, "It was only the hour of Chou (1-3 AM)."
"But you also vomited a lot of blood last time."
Shang Linyuan retorted, scooping up a little water and gently stroking Si Jin's neck, which was covered with kiss marks.
She sighed with heartache, "My Jingjing, how could I bear to do this?"
"The Grand Elder said that the prescription you wrote is very good. As long as I drink it for another seven days, I can use the Blood Spirit Mushroom to remove the Gu poison. I'll set off in three days, okay?"
“That’s fine too.” Si Jin closed her eyes, letting Shang Linyuan continue to serve her.
During a moment of distraction, I suddenly realized: Actually, Yu Yan is right, being a victim isn't necessarily a bad thing.
In at least these worlds, he hasn't been able to do many things himself; he's been taken care of to the point of being unable to take care of himself.
No, that's not right.
He is a general, a young emperor.
How can a general be inferior to an emperor?
Indeed, the allure of pleasure is a hero's grave; he's truly gone mad.
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The next day, Si Jin was awakened by the reports from the junior disciples within the sect.
"Master, you should go and see the White Moon Hall."
The young disciple knelt on the ground, trembling as he reported, "Shang Deyi is dead. Master Shang is furious, saying that you used the flute to manipulate the Gu worms without permission, and he wants you to come over."
“But I haven’t had breakfast yet.” Si Jin leaned against the headboard and instructed with her eyes downcast: “Tell him that I did play the flute last night, but it was just a tune called ‘Phoenix Seeking its Mate’ to make my little lover happy.”
"As for the Gu worms, I know nothing about them. If he insists on holding me accountable, let him kneel down and ask me for instructions."
"When I'm in a better mood, I'll naturally see him."
"Yes." The junior disciple accepted the order and left, still feeling lingering fear.
It's strange. If it were before, when the leader heard that Mr. Shang was angry, he would have jumped up from his bed like a frightened bird.
Why are you so calm today?
The White Moon Cult is probably about to undergo a major upheaval.
After dismissing the junior disciple, Si Jin was helped up by Shang Linyuan to sit up and have her meal.
Sure enough, before they had even finished half of their meal, Shang Qinghan arrived angrily with a group of bodyguards.
They simply placed Shang Deyi's skeleton right at the entrance of Si Jin's house.
Shang Qinghan's face darkened. Relying on the fact that he had someone protecting him, he began to reprimand her as if he had forgotten the pain of the past.
"Ling Sijin, what do you mean by this? My nephew died in the bushes behind your palace. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
"As I said, playing the flute is just for entertaining people; it was your nephew who brought this upon himself."
Shang Qinghan was furious: "Shouldn't that person have made some noise before he died? Couldn't you hear it?"
"Yes, my uncle poisoned me and made me deaf, so I can't hear."
"Now I'll put his skeleton here, you should be able to see it..."
"No, I can't." Si Jin put down her chopsticks, tilted her head and smiled, her voice cold and chilling: "I'm poisoned by a Gu poison, and my martial uncle has blinded me, so I can't see clearly either."
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