The night is as dark as ink.
There was no light in the room, the window with orchids was half open, and the moonlight was pouring in.
The dark blue pajamas were hidden in the night. Shen Yan walked slowly forward, his handsome face without any unnecessary emotions.
The black leather boots stepped silently on the wolfskin mattress, quietly and silently.
As night fell, the dew became heavier, and the petals facing the wind were stained with crystal dewdrops, and the stamens drooped, like a sleeping beauty.
The golden lacquer rattan and red bamboo curtains cover the area, and the light and shadows are vague.
Shen Yan could only see the blurry figure of Song Lingzhi.
His eyes were gloomy and dark.
The jeweled dagger in his right hand was sharp and pointed. It was specially made by someone Shen Yan had hired. The dagger had a triangular shape and was about one foot long.
Shen Yan once used it to fight a tiger. With each strike of the sword, the tiger's head fell to the ground. He also used it to escape from a pack of wolves.
The sharp tip of the knife pierced into the wolf's eyes, and blood flowed all over the ground.
And now, this dagger will be used...
Shen Yan's pupils suddenly tightened.
The bamboo curtain was half-closed, and a small figure was hiding behind the desk. On the bamboo-backed chair, Song Lingzhi curled up like a cat.
A head of black hair fell from the pillow, and the moonlight fell silently on Song Lingzhi's fingertips, quiet and peaceful.
Like the white cat Shen Yan had raised when he was a child, that cat was like Song Lingzhi, with a pair of sparkling, glassy eyes that rolled around.
Shen Yan really liked it, but unfortunately the cat only stayed in his room for two days. At noon on the third day, Shen Yan couldn't find it anywhere, and finally fished out the cat's body from the Imperial Lake in the palace. On the shore, the prince smiled and asked him, "Third brother, when did you get a cat?"
Shen Yan didn't remember much about what happened afterwards, it seemed like... a young eunuch died.
The night is like water, and my thoughts are returning.
On the rosewood inlaid marble desk, the few specially selected letters remained motionless, exactly as they were when Shen Yan left.
Look away.
Without the dagger in his hand, Shen Yan's gaze stayed on Song Lingzhi's face for a moment, then turned around.
The dark green shadow fell on the wolfskin mattress silently.
A silent night.
…
Perhaps it was because of the wind blowing at night, Song Lingzhi felt dizzy when he woke up the next day.
The bronze mirror was clear and bright, reflecting Song Lingzhi's frail and pale face.
Those eyes like autumn water were not as bright as before. Song Lingzhi rubbed his eyebrows with one hand and let Bai Zhi stand behind him and tie his hair.
The girl in the mirror has a green bun piled up like clouds. Her hair is adorned with a gold and jade hairpin. Her hair is as charming as the wind and the mist.
Bai Zhi carefully helped Song Lingzhi to stand up. Knowing that she was still seriously ill, Bai Zhi was very careful: "Young lady, please walk slowly."
Bai Zhi saw Song Lingzhi rubbing her brows from the corner of her eye. She was curious, "Miss, do you have a headache again?"
Before setting off yesterday, Song Lingzhi was not feeling well.
Bai Zhi was worried and wanted to send someone to find a doctor.
Song Lingzhi pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to stop the man: "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night, it's nothing serious."
Hearing this, Bai Zhi's eyes turned red.
The green gauze tent slowly closed behind him. Everyone knew that Shen Yan had bad intentions that day. He had detained Song Lingzhi in the villa for no apparent reason before, and now he was bringing people to the capital.
He Ming's whereabouts are also unknown, and his life or death is uncertain.
Thinking about how Song Lingzhi and Shen Yan were in the same room last night, Bai Zhi couldn't help but feel scared.