After returning to the princess mansion, Sheng Ling told the housekeeper that she had eaten outside and asked the housekeeper not to prepare dinner for her. She was going to go back to the study to calm down and read.
But not long after, the housekeeper remembered something. With the letter in his hand, he came to the study and told Sheng Ling that someone from the inn sent an anonymous letter today.
Hearing this, Sheng Ling was a little stunned. She had to put down the book in her hand, took it and opened it. There was no letter in the envelope, but a thin red paper cut was placed inside.
Sheng Ling took it out and looked around. The paper cutting was not very... neat and beautiful, but through the shape, it was barely possible to tell that it was a fish.
It's quite... ugly.
It was so ugly that Sheng Ling couldn't help but frowned.
She quickly put down the small fish paper-cut and poured out the envelope, but this time nothing came out.
Sheng Ling looked at the front and back of the envelope without giving up, but couldn't find even a signature.
Sheng Ling had no choice but to raise her head and ask the housekeeper: "Don't you know who sent it?"
The housekeeper nodded: "The people at the inn said it was sent anonymously..."
"Well, you know where it came from, right?"
The butler shook his head and replied: "I asked about it, but the inn said that the person who sent the letter did not come from somewhere, and the inn didn't know."
Sheng Ling frowned and was silent for a while, then nodded and said he understood.
After the housekeeper left, Sheng Ling stared at the stumbling paper-cut on the table for a long time. He silently picked up the paper-cut, stood up and walked to the bookshelf behind him. He raised his head slightly and looked around, finally focusing on the upper right corner. On the side of an ancient book.
Sheng Ling took it off, lowered his head and silently flipped through the pages for a while, then used the paper cut as a bookmark and casually tucked it into the pages, then closed the book and put the book back on the bookshelf.
Next, Sheng Ling sat back on the desk and read a book again, but this time she turned a few pages and couldn't stand it anymore. She felt inexplicably unable to calm down.
Sheng Ling finally put down the book, got up and went back to his room to go to bed.
That night, she slept fairly well. She had several dreams intermittently during the night. Fortunately, they were all about things that happened in her childhood...
But this night was unprecedentedly long for He Ruochen.
Late at night, after having sex, he was wearing only a thin and slightly open gown, leaning outside the door of his mansion room, staring at the dark courtyard ground with faint eyes, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the cold moonlight was cold. Compassion reflected over him, falling on his tall and upright figure, making him look even more cold and frightening.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there until the door inside was carefully opened.
He Ruochen turned his head sideways and glanced lightly. When he saw the person in the room looking over, He Ruochen only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze indifferently.
After a while, a soft human body was slowly pressed against his back.
The woman hugged his waist carefully but boldly.
He Ruochen lowered his eyes and looked at her hand, and said calmly, "Let go."
Although his tone was gentle, when the woman heard these two words, she immediately retracted her hands.
"General... I'm sorry, aren't you going to sleep in the house?"
He Ruojin said nothing, her profile still as cold as frost.
"I'm sorry, Rong'er is too talkative."
He Ruochen raised her eyebrows and finally opened her lips, but said coldly: "Go back to the house and sleep."
Rong'er lowered her head and whispered "Yeah", and had no choice but to listen to his words and go into the house obediently.
(End of chapter)