Under the cover of night, a figure walked silently through the corridors of the Shen Mansion. The steps were as light as a breeze, almost invisible to anyone.
The surrounding scenery was looming in the darkness, forming blurry pictures. The masonry on the high wall looked particularly cold in the moonlight.
The window sash was pushed open, and a slender figure jumped into the house from the window. He landed lightly, like a falling leaf, silently.
"Miss, it's me, Xianqing."
Qing Qing, dressed in night clothes and veiled, only revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars.
Fu Ling's eyes widened and she stared closely at the figure in front of her, protecting the young lady behind her.
"Fu Ling, believe me, it's okay." Shen Zhiyi patted Fu Ling's hand gently, her eyes full of comfort. She knew in her heart that this little girl was so nervous because she cared about her.
She recalled that in her previous life, she was also such a little girl, with the same care and protection. At that time, they depended on each other in the cold palace, day after day, year after year. Whenever it is quiet at night, only this little girl is by his side, guarding him silently.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.
This little girl will protect her no matter where she is, just like she did in her previous life.
Poria breathed a sigh of relief. In the dark room, the tiny candlelight flickered, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet night. Poria held the candle carefully, fearing that the faint light would reveal their whereabouts.
The halo reflected his face, looming under the veil.
"Miss, I have put Shen Qinghe's land deeds and gold hairpins in Luo Mei's room." Xianqing's voice was low, but with a bit of determination.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at Xianqing and said to Xianqing, "You did a good job."
Fu Ling was confused. She looked at Xian Qing and then at Shen Zhiyi, trying to find the answer in Shen Zhiyi's eyes. Shen Zhiyi smiled softly, she knew what this little girl was worried about. She patted Fu Ling's hand gently, her eyes full of comfort. "Fu Ling, there are some things that you don't need to know too much about."
She said softly, "You just need to believe in me and Xian Qing, that's all."
Xian Qing was a little embarrassed by the praise. He had always done murder and arson. This was the first time he had done this. He was a little inexperienced and could probably guess what Shen Zhi wanted to do. It was nothing more than borrowing a knife to kill people.
"Young lady is so complimentary. I'm just trying my best."
Those land deeds and gold hairpins were the wealth that Shen Qinghe had collected over the years. If one day the Shen family couldn't trust her, she could take the money and fly away, but now she was left with nothing.
"Miss...are you sure you want to do this?"
Shen Zhiyi nodded, turned around slowly, faced the memorial tablets of his ancestors, knelt down and kowtowed, clasping his hands together, "Bless your ancestors, I will naturally clean the door."
The ancestors of the Shen family fought hard on the battlefield, and the blood and tenacity flowing in their bones never cooled down. She knew that what she did was for the Shen family, and for the ancestors who had shed blood and sweat for the Shen family. She couldn't let the Shen family be destroyed in the hands of those greedy people.
Shen Zhiyi recited it silently in her heart for a long time. Only when she opened her eyes did she see Fu Ling kneeling beside her, praying that the young lady's wishes would come true.
"Miss, the night is getting dark and it's so cold here. Zhan Qing is very skilled. Let him take you out." Fuling
Shen Zhiyi turned around and shook her head gently at Poria cocos, "No need."
"It will get hot after a while."
There was a knock on the door, and Xian Qing guarded the two of them carefully.
"Zhiyi, it's me."
Aunt Yue called out again, "Zhiyi, I'm Aunt Yue, and I'm here to bring you peach blossom soup. It's getting late, so don't be hungry."
"No need, Mother Yue."
Shen Zhiyi's voice came through the door panel, and she knew who was outside the door. Aunt Yue is her wet nurse. She has brought her up since she was a child and has a deep affection for her.
"Miss, I'm worried about you."
Shen Zhiyi shook his head and sighed, that's all. In that case, don't blame me for not missing our old friendship.
"come in."
Aunt Yue stepped forward and walked slowly into the house. She saw Shen Zhiyi kneeling in front of the memorial tablets of her ancestors. She put the peach blossom soup on the table, put a cloak on her and said softly: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Why are you kneeling here?" ?”
Shen Zhiyi raised her head, with a firm light shining in her eyes, "Mommy, I am asking for forgiveness from my ancestors." She gritted her teeth and her voice trembled slightly, "I can't watch the Shen family be destroyed in the hands of those greedy people. "
"Mommy, thank you for staying with me all these years."
It’s a pity that I can’t… in the future…
Aunt Yue didn't know why, so she responded, "What are you talking about? This is what an old slave should do. Miss, don't try to hurt the old slave."
He turned around and told Shen Zhiyi to drink the bowl of peach blossom soup while it was hot, "Miss, it's late at night. Let's get up and drink a bowl of peach blossom soup to warm up first."
She glanced at it, took it and drank it. The peach blossom soup was attractive in color and fragrant.
Mother Yue stared straight at the bowl of peach blossom soup. She didn't feel relieved until she saw Shen Zhiyi swallowing it. A trace of evil flashed in her eyes, mixed with some reluctance. After all, Shen Zhiyi was the one she saw. Growing up.
Miss, this old slave can only serve you in the next life.
Shen Zhiyi picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, "It tastes the same as when I was a kid."
