The night is quiet, the garden is filled with the fragrance of flowers and swaying shadows of trees, as if everything is silent.
Shen Yan's face was like a cold pond, and his ink-black eyes were cold and icy, revealing a hint of chilliness.
Bai Zhi fell to her knees in panic, shocked and horrified.
When did there appear to be more people in the garden? When she left, Song Lingzhi was the only one in the garden.
Bai Zhi panicked and raised her eyes nervously: "Your Majesty—"
An anxious voice broke the silence of the night.
Song Lingzhi turned around abruptly, and saw Shen Yan with a sullen face, walking through the flower barrier without saying a word.
She is tall and slender, and her slender figure is cast in the warm night.
Song Lingzhi was startled and took a half step back holding the kitten in his arms.
The bluestone steps were uneven, and Song Lingzhi was not careful and almost fell down.
A hand quickly grabbed Song Lingzhi's wrist and easily pulled Song Lingzhi back.
Song Lingzhi leaned his back against the lattice wooden door.
In the cold night, a sound neither light nor heavy was heard.
Shen Yan only put one hand on Song Lingzhi's waist, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
"Shen Yan, what are you doing..."
The lower jaw was suddenly lifted up, and the kiss on the lips was without a trace of tenderness and gentleness.
Song Lingzhi's eyes suddenly widened, and he raised his hand to resist, but was easily strangled by Shen Yan.
"You are crazy..."
His legs gradually became weaker. If it weren't for the back door blocking his way, Song Lingzhi would have collapsed long ago.
The day's frustration had not yet dissipated, and Song Lingzhi had not yet gone to Shen Yan to question him, but he came to his house first.
Song Lingzhi was so angry that he bit Shen Yan's lips hard.
The strong smell of blood instantly filled the space between the two of them.
Shen Yan's eyes paused.
Then he pinched Song Lingzhi's jaw and fell again.
The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind, and the two figures fell on the platform.
The garden was silent, no one was talking, only low sobbing sounds could be heard.
After a long time, a weak "meow" suddenly sounded in Song Lingzhi's arms.
The cat's cry was faint, as if it was weak and dying.
Shen Yan frowned and lowered his eyes.
The coldness on his face faded a little bit, and the ice and snow in Shen Yan's eyes seemed to melt.
Looking down, Shen Yan frowned and stared at the kitten in Song Lingzhi's arms.
His breath was hoarse, and he was surprised to find that Song Lingzhi had just talked to the kitten. The one in the palace she mentioned was probably the lawless and good-natured child raised in Mingzhi Palace.
After a moment of calming down, Song Lingzhi pushed Shen Yan away angrily and raised his eyes in anger: "Shen Yan, are you sick?"
Shen Yan cast a nonchalant glance, his dark eyes deep, and answered irrelevantly: "Have you been to Shanyuan Hall today?"
Song Lingzhi didn't understand why: "No."
She frowned, "Even if I go, so what? Since His Majesty can drug me..."
Shen Yan frowned: "When did I give you the drug?"
Song Lingzhi's eyes were red, and his thin brocade clothes fell in the cold night, making him feel lonely and pitiful for no reason.
"The maid who prepared the medicine in the tea room is your Majesty's servant. Could it be that your Majesty didn't ask her to replace my medicine? Do you know that the medicine was originally..."
"It's just a change of nourishing and healthy Chinese medicine, what's wrong with that?"
Song Lingzhi was stunned, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his lips: "I heard you come to my palace before."