Deep in the dense forest, a man was half-kneeling on the ground, his gray robe blending in with the green all over the mountains. If you didn't open your eyes and look carefully, you would never notice him.
The afterglow dyed the mountains and forests red, and the light and shadow of the setting sun moved outward bit by bit. Song Lingzhi stood in the shadow with cold hands and feet.
The bone-chilling cold enveloped her like an overwhelming force, wrapping her up layer by layer, leaving her completely airtight.
Song Lingzhi's breathing stagnated.
Shen Yan had met Wei Ziyuan at the Song residence. He had finally cured his mouth disease and had taken great pains to find breath-retaining pills for himself.
Song Lingzhi clenched his palms tightly with his fingers, and calmed down his mind, suppressing the intense discomfort in his heart: "Just a servant."
The voice pretended to be light and gentle, falling into the mountain breeze and disappearing in a flash.
Shen Yan remained calm, frowning, his eyes fixed on the man's slightly bent back. He chuckled, "Raise your head."
The voice was indifferent, without the slightest emotion.
Song Lingzhi was confused and his eyes were filled with panic.
Wei Ziyuan knelt on the ground with his head bowed: "Greetings to the Third Prince, I..."
Yun Li, who was trying to comfort Ali in her arms, was suddenly startled and rushed to Wei Ziyuan in two steps.
The loose brocade clothes covered most of Wei Ziyuan's face: "Why is it you?"
Turning to look at Ah Li who was rushing towards Wei Ziyuan in his arms, Yun Li's face flashed with some understanding: "Did you find Ah Li?"
Wei Ziyuan lowered his head: "Yes."
Yun Li smiled with his eyes curved, but thinking that there was a living devil staring at him from behind, the smile on Yun Li's lips gradually faded.
He knelt and saluted Shen Yan: "Your Highness, this is the guard my father hired for me. Your Highness, please be magnanimous and forgive his rudeness for my father's sake."
The voice became lower and lower, and Shen Yan's gaze seemed to contain weight, pressing on Yun Li little by little.
Yun Li lowered his eyes unconsciously, secretly sighing in his heart that Song Lingzhi was indeed extraordinary, being able to live in the same room with someone like Shen Yan.
The previous guard of the Yun Mansion was killed by Shen Yan. If another one is killed...
Shen Yan withdrew his gaze silently.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise fell beside his ear. Yun Li raised his head suddenly, and was shocked: "Miss Song!"
A lot of dark shadows flashed before his eyes, and Song Lingzhi's figure was light and thin, and he fell to the side.
Shen Yan's pupils shrank: "Return to the palace."
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The blue and white coiled flower and bird incense burner is burning with calming incense, and green smoke is rising.
Behind the layers of green gauze curtains, Song Lingzhi leaned weakly on the chaise longue, his face thin and haggard, without a trace of blood.
Her three thousand strands of black hair hung lightly on the pillow. Qiuyan's eyes were red. She secretly took a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and quietly tucked the corner of the quilt for Song Lingzhi.
The moonlight shone across the window. Shen Yan stood under the eaves of the corridor, looking up at the dark corner of the sky: "How is she?"
Yue Xu cupped his hands, his brows knitted tightly together, and he was quite puzzled: "Logically, the poison in Madam's body shouldn't have taken effect so quickly. And these symptoms don't seem like it."
Shen Yan frowned, "Are you trying to say that she has another kind of poison in her body?"
Yue Xu pondered for a moment and said, "It doesn't look like poison. Besides, Madam has no other symptoms except for drowsiness and loss of appetite. It seems that... she is suffering from worry."
The courtyard was silent, with only the bright moon in the sky and the shadows of flowers and trees.
The water in the pool ripples, reflecting the night scene in the pool.