Ten days later.
Golden House in.
The spring sunshine slanted in through the window lattice, spreading a warm golden color on the ground paved with pure gold bricks and tiles.
The golden light and the splendid interior furnishings complement each other, making the whole room look like a palace in mythology.
Yan Lingji and Bibi Dong were sleeping tiredly on the silver bed.
After ten days and ten nights of tossing, both of them were satisfied.
Yan Lingji was lying on his side, his long hair scattered on the pillow, like a black cloud.
Bibi Dong was lying on his back with one arm on his forehead, his breathing was steady and long, and his sleeping face was peaceful and relaxed.
Zhao Linchuan had just put on his clothes and was standing beside the bed, looking down at his two lovers who were sleeping soundly.
"Madam, I recently had some income and am going to retreat for a while."
"This retreat may be very long. Please work harder and take care of yourself."
Yan Lingji was still sleeping on the bed after hearing this. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her lips moved slightly, and she spoke in a lazy and hoarse voice:
"I understand, go and do your work, I will take care of this family."
"Then I'm leaving. You can have a good rest."
Zhao Linchuan said something warmly, and after looking at the two of them again, turned around and walked towards the outside.
After a while, the outer door opened and closed, and Zhao Linchuan came into the yard.
The spring mood is strong in the courtyard.
Zhao Linchuan stood in the middle of the yard and looked up at the sky.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and a few birds fly overhead, chirping, as if cheering for a new day.
He withdrew his gaze, glanced at Cross-Boundary Stone in the system space, and thought to himself:
'That piece of Cross-Boundary Stone can stay for up to one year. Let's see if we can bring back both 'Salamander' and 'A-Yan'.'
'Of course, this 'A-Yan' must have the surname Zhao...'
As Zhao Linchuan thought, subtle spatial ripples immediately appeared in the void in front of him.
Zhao Linchuan took a step forward, his whole person was submerged in the ripples of space, and disappeared in place.
The ripples in space slowly shrank and closed behind him, and finally turned into a tiny wisp of silver light, flickering in the air for a moment before dissipating.
At the same time.
Golden House in.
After Bibi Dong noticed that Zhao Linchuan's breath disappeared, he sat up suddenly.
The quilt slipped from her shoulders, revealing her white shoulders and messy nightgown.
Bibi Dong's eyes fell outside the window. She bit her lower lip and said with some grievance:
"Ling Ji sister, is he looking for another woman again?"
"Maybe..."
Yan Lingji slept sideways on the bed, with her legs sandwiching Zhao Linchuan's previous pillow. The pillow had been crumpled by her, like a doll being held to keep warm.
She spoke in a daze, with a hint of indifference in her voice.
"He has his own ideas, so let's not worry about him too much."
"Then what if he makes a baby outside?" Bibi Dong asked anxiously, leaning forward and holding the corners of the quilt with both hands.
"Then bring the person back..."
Yan Lingji raised his hand feebly, his movements casual and lazy.
"You can't let us Zhao Clan's kind wander outside, can you?"
"But!" Bibi Dong said aggrievedly, with a hint of resentment in his voice, "We have been following him for so long, and there is still no movement in his stomach!"
"If he has a child outside, then who are we?"
"Count him as his wife..." Yan Lingji said calmly.
She thought for a moment and added, with a somewhat comforting tone in her voice.
"When the mainland is unified, let him arrange the wedding for us."
"Sister Ling Ji, do you really not care?" Bibi Dong was a little angry.
She looked down at the lazy Yan Lingji, hesitated for a moment, and then asked with some uncertainty:
"Ling Ji sister, are you really his first woman?"
"He is having trouble outside and you don't even bother to take care of him."
"Of course." Yan Lingji opened his eyes and said with some humor, "He didn't even know the 'road' at the time. He finally found it, but he fell down in less than a minute."
"One minute? Hahaha, that's too fast..." Bibi Dong chuckled upon hearing this.
She raised her hand to cover her lips, and the grievance and uneasiness in her eyes dissipated a bit, replaced by a light of curiosity and gossip.
She thought for a moment, and then said tentatively:
"Ling Ji sister, since you don't want to take charge of things, how about you give me the position of eldest sister?"
"From now on, I will take care of the trivial matters at home for you, and take care of them and manage them obediently."
"Dong'er!" Yan Lingji's tone was a bit stern, his eyes like daggers piercing Bibi Dong, "Do you want to be beaten?"
"Hehe..."
Bibi Dong smiled, and there was a bit of flattery in the smile.
She quickly lay down and pulled the quilt to cover herself, leaving only her eyes exposed and said with a smile:
"I'm just talking casually, casually, sister Ling Ji, you have a lot, but don't argue with me like a little sister."
"Hmph--!"
Yan Lingji snorted, closed her eyes again, and said in a calm tone:
"Get some rest now. Ten days have passed. Administration Office must have accumulated a lot of trouble."
"Hmm... I'm going to sleep right now, I'm going to sleep right now..."
Bibi Dong agreed again and again, slowly relaxed his mind and began to rest.
the other side.
State of Wei, Daliang City.
Lord Xinling's Mansion.
The gray sky was filled with misty drizzle.
The raindrops were dense and long, like a huge, silver-gray net, covering the entire Daliang City.
In a two-story attic, a young woman was dressing up in front of the mirror.
She sat in front of the bronze mirror, holding a jade comb in her hand, combing her hair from root to tip.
A face like a porcelain doll is reflected in the bronze mirror.
Her expression was calm and cold, showing no emotion.
She gently raised her left hand and stroked her baby-like skin, feeling a little dazed.
Her name is Jing Ni, and she is Net, a first-class assassin.
I came here to complete my mission - to assassinate Lord Xinling.
Just then, the sound of rain suddenly became louder.
Fine raindrops pattered on the tiles, making a dense and rapid sound.
The cool breeze rushed in from the half-closed window, carrying the moisture of rain and the smell of earth, gently brushing her ears and blowing the strands of hair on her temples.
Jing Ni glanced sideways at the window, put down the comb, then slowly stood up and walked to the window.
She pushed open the window, stretched out her hand, palm up, and let the cold raindrops fall on her palm.
The raindrops hit the palm of my hand, giving it a cool feeling with a "chilling" touch.
She looked at the rainwater gathering in her palms and sighed silently in her heart.