With her delicate face and slender waist, the royal uncle lost control.

"Miss Yun, the young master specifically instructed that you have been feeling unwell lately, and ordered someone to brew this tonic. Please drink it while it's hot."

The maid stood with her head bowed before the bed, her voice soft yet firm.

Yun Nian raised her eyes, a faint smile spreading across her lips.

She didn't say much, but simply reached out and took the medicine.

His fingertips paused briefly on the rim of the bowl before he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that she had finished drinking, the maidservant's eyes flashed with a hint of relief, and she bowed and left the inner room.

The door closed slightly, and Yun Nian immediately bent over and began to cough violently.

Qi Luo rushed forward to pat her back, saying with concern, "Miss, why are you doing this to yourself..."

Yun Nian wiped the medicine stains from her lips with a handkerchief, her eyes suddenly turning cold, like frozen frost.

Qin Senyao, in this life, you will never get what you want again.

Yes, she was reborn.

Just hours earlier, she breathed her last in endless pain and darkness.

In her previous life, she pursued Prince Ningxiang's heir, Qin Senyao, for three whole years, causing quite a stir in the city.

Ultimately, with the ulterior motives of her good father, Prime Minister Yun, she actually managed to obtain a marriage decree from the emperor.

However, tonight...

In the dead of night, a strange and uncouth man would sneak into her meditation room, only to be "caught" by Qin Senyao, who "happened" to come and visit.

She lost her virginity and was terrified, desperately begging him not to tell anyone and not to abandon her.

He feigned agreement, playing the role of a magnanimous savior, and married her, while also firmly grasping her biggest weakness.

The real nightmare began after marriage.

It turns out that the person he truly loved was his adopted sister, Qin Jiaxue, whom he grew up with but who was not related to him by blood.

He used that night to trick her into accepting everything.

She was insecure and kept quiet, mistakenly believing that she was dirty, and naively rejoiced that everything she had now was a gift from him.

Thus, under his selective favoritism and indulgence, Qin Jiaxue secretly poisoned her day after day, causing her endless torment, until she finally met a hasty "death from illness".

Only after her death did her restless soul learn the whole truth.

It turns out that the whole scheme that ruined her reputation that night was orchestrated by Qin Senyao.

That bowl of medicine contained a strong dose of aphrodisiac powder.

The goal was to more easily and thoroughly control her, the daughter of the prime minister, so that he could gain the prime minister's support in the court.

Now, heaven has eyes, and she has returned.

Let's go back to that fateful night.

Today is the anniversary of the death of the mother of Prince Ningxiang, Qin Jiuchen. Members of the royal family and the families of important officials have gathered at Xiangguo Temple to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings for three days.

She, the "future daughter-in-law" personally betrothed by the emperor, was naturally among them.

Wasn't Qin Senyao scheming to get her into another man's bed?

it is good.

She granted his wish.

But the choice of who the "adulterer" should be is up to her.

She already had someone in mind.

Yun Nian stood in front of the bronze mirror. The woman reflected in the mirror had loose, flowing hair, naturally dark eyebrows, and naturally red lips. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty with a slight red tinge at the corners, adding to her allure.

Like a datura flower blooming quietly in the dark night, it knows the danger, yet still entices people to fall into its trap.

Suddenly, a fierce heat surged up from my lower abdomen.

The effects of Hehuan Powder are now apparent.

She called Qiluo closer and whispered a few words in her ear.

Qi Luo's face turned pale, and her voice trembled. "Miss, this... is this really going to work? That's Prince Ningxiang..."

"Do as I say," Yun Nian interrupted her.

Qi Luo nodded quickly, "I'll do whatever you say, Miss."

Yun Nian leaned against the dressing table, picked up paper and ink, and quickly wrote a few lines.

Arrange the note neatly and place it by the bedside.

The other one was handed to Qiluo.

Having arranged everything, she stepped out of the room.

-

As night deepened, under the long corridor of Xiangguo Temple, a beautiful woman dressed in a simple dress stumbled along, her embroidered shoes covered in mud.

She kept turning around in alarm, as if a demon was chasing her.

Finally, she ran to the front of the most secluded Zen temple.

Without the slightest hesitation, she pushed open the door, which was not yet locked, and slipped inside.

Then, with a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

Leaning against the cold door, her legs went weak, and she slowly slid down to sit on the ground, panting slightly.

Before she could even calm herself down, an extremely oppressive atmosphere filled the inner room.

A tall, imposing figure walked slowly towards her, against the dim candlelight of the inner room, and stopped.

Her face instantly turned to panic and helplessness. She timidly raised her head and looked at the person standing in front of her.

This glance, however, startled her.

The man before me was of jade-like appearance and golden countenance, standing still like a Buddha descending to earth, with an unyielding frost between his brows and eyes, and a pure aura about him as if tempered by a cold spring.

A chill suddenly ran through Yun Nian's heart.

But upon closer inspection...

He was only wearing a loose, moon-white undergarment, the belt tied casually, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone and a small patch of firm chest.

Water droplets could be faintly seen sliding down the fabric and disappearing deep into the collar.

Not far behind him was a huge cypress bathtub, filled with steam.

In the dead of night, was he... taking a bath?

Yun Nian didn't have time to think. She struggled to stand up, filled with fear: "Young Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break in. Someone wants to harm me, I'm really scared..."

She raised her scarlet eyes, looking pitiful, "Could... I hide here with you for a while?"

Qin Jiuchen looked down at her.

He remained silent.

The candlelight cast shadows of varying depths on his handsome, flawless face.

Those phoenix eyes were calm and still, devoid of sorrow, joy, anger, or resentment.

His appearance resembled that of a Buddha who slays while wearing a mask of compassion.

Yun Nian's heart trembled slightly.

Did he recognize her?

No, the two of them had never met.

Just as Yun Nian was about to speak again, his Adam's apple bobbed, "Get out."

Those two simple words sent a chill down Yun Nian's spine.

This man seems to be more dangerous than Qin Senyao.

Before she could think, the effects of the Hehuan San drug surged through her body, sending an even stronger surge of heat that instantly overwhelmed her rational defenses.

"Um……"

She couldn't help but let out a soft, seductive moan, her body went limp, and she could no longer stand.

He fell straight toward Qin Jiuchen.

Qin Jiuchen did not dodge.

Yun Nian's warm and soft body fell into his arms, her delicate hands instinctively clinging to his chest.

Beneath her palm was his burning body temperature, a fatal temptation for Yun Nian, who was burning with desire at that moment.

Like a dodder vine seeking refuge, she unconsciously rubbed her flushed face against his slightly damp chest, her breath sweet and her voice soft.

"Young master, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Help me..."