Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Shen Jin slammed the window shut from behind.

Hot breaths fell along with the approaching voice.

Shen Jin's lips landed on the corner of her lips.

Lin Zhiyao trembled all over.

I don't understand, do we have to do this kind of thing tonight too?

Originally, she was thinking about whether to ask Shen Jin to let her see her brother.

Perhaps Shen Jin will agree?

Although she didn't have high hopes.

But now, it seems there's no need to ask anymore...

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao turned her head away, her eyelashes drooping, and breathed slightly heavily, "Tonight, can we not...?"

She had only just found out her father was dead.

In fact, she had just paid respects to her father not long ago, and now she had to do something like this...

Shen Jin paused in his movements.

He seemed a little confused, but after a moment, as if remembering something, his Adam's apple bobbed, "...Hmm."

It wasn't that Shen Jin had completely forgotten about it, but rather that in his mind, after experiencing these things, he only needed to put on a show to return to normal.

He lost both his parents at a young age and was cold-hearted by nature. He was used to the sycophancy and backstabbing in the palace, the life-or-death struggle for survival. Later, he assisted the new emperor in killing his father and ascending the throne. He was used to seeing those seemingly upright and dignified figures who acted as if they had lost their parents during the national mourning period, but continued to drink and patronize prostitutes after the mourning period.

This includes the emperor.

Even her tears were just for show.

Shen Jin then assumed.

This is true for all people.

As for the stories of filial piety recorded in classical texts, including the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars.

In his view, the former was merely an overly flamboyant performance, while the latter was simply a tool for consolidating his rule.

but now……

Shen Jin lowered his eyes and saw that Lin Zhiyao's eyes were still wet and red in her drunken state, even the tip of her nose was red, and her almond eyes were shimmering with water.

There were only the two of them there.

Yao Yao doesn't need to act.

Shen Jin suddenly felt a bit burned and looked away, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

If he dies.

Would Yao Yao cry this sadly?

Shen Jin withdrew his hand from Lin Zhiyao's waist, pulling her closer into his arms, and said lightly, "If you don't want to do it, then don't."

Lin Zhiyao was surprised that Shen Jin would agree, her almond-shaped eyes filled with disbelief.

Shen Jinmei saw it.

Seeing that he really had no intention of continuing, Lin Zhiyao relaxed.

Shen Jin suddenly loosened his grip on her waist, instead taking her slightly cold hand and straightening up. "Go and rest."

Lin Zhiyao stood up, but Shen Jin grabbed her wrist and led her to the bedside.

He untied the belt of her jacket and helped her take off her outer skirt, his movements natural and practiced, as if he had done it a thousand times.

Lin Zhiyao's body stiffened again.

However, Shen Jin only pulled the quilt over her and wrapped her up before lying down on the other side, seemingly indicating that he really had no intention of doing that kind of thing.

The bed curtains were lowered, and the candlelight was extinguished by Qingwu from the outside, plunging the room into darkness.

In the darkness, Shen Jin's arm reached out from behind, wrapped around her waist, placed his palm against her lower abdomen, and pulled her into his embrace.

His breathing gradually calmed down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lin Zhiyao stared at the blurry shadows on the top of the tent with her eyes open. After a long while, she gently turned over and faced Shen Jin.

In the darkness, she couldn't see Shen Jin's face, but she could feel the frequency of his breathing and his burning temperature, as well as the slightly hot skin pressed against her forehead.

I don't know why.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly remembered the figure of her brother when he climbed over the wall last time. The forsythia branches swayed, and he poked out half of his face, saying that he would take her away, but what awaited him was the pain of having his finger cut off.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes.

This time, I can't drag my brother down with me again.

She has to figure it out herself.

Lin Zhiyao gently turned around, her back to Shen Jin, and gradually fell asleep.

She didn't see it.

In the darkness, Shen Jin opened his fox-like eyes and stared intently at her back.

Finally, he pulled her into his arms tightly, holding her close, before closing his eyes again.

*

For three consecutive days.

Lin Zhiyao behaved extremely well. She washed up in the morning, ate, embroidered, occasionally flipped through a few pages of a book, and even took the initiative to ask Qingwu about Shen Jin, whether he had eaten well, and whether he needed her to bring him food personally.

Seeing that her emotions were gradually stabilizing and her expression was more relaxed, Qingwu stopped following her around like she had for the first two days.

It's another morning.

Shen Jin went to the morning court session as usual.

Lin Zhiyao stood by the window, watching the corner of his crimson robe disappear around the palace gate. Only after the sound of his footsteps had completely faded away did she turn to Qingwu and say, "I want to go to the library to pick out a few new books. I've finished reading that collection of poems from last time."

Qingwu responded, took the key, and accompanied her to the library.

This side hall was originally one of the libraries on the west side of the Qianqing Palace. Later, it was opened up for private use by Shen Jin, and the library is filled with bookshelves and has a rich collection of books.

Qingwu and others waited outside the door.

Lin Zhiyao went inside by herself.

She walked among the bookshelves, and when she reached the innermost room, she suddenly heard a faint noise coming from behind the bookshelves.

Lin Zhiyao felt her hair stand on end.

Just as he was about to shout for Qingwu to come over, he heard the person quickly shush him.

Lin Zhiyao looked closely and realized that the person was actually her father's former subordinate.

Although he had a stubble beard and a weathered face, his features were still vaguely recognizable.

She often visited the Lin family's residence when she was a child, so she has memories of it.

"...Uncle Wang?"

Lin Zhiyao called his name softly, her eyes filled with disbelief, wondering how she could have run into him here.

Upon hearing that Lin Zhiyao recognized him, the person on the other end of the line immediately brightened up, leaned closer, and lowered their voice even further, "Miss Lin, your father... was poisoned!"

Lin Zhiyao was shocked.

"Poisoning?" Lin Zhiyao grabbed Uncle Wang's arm, her fingertips almost digging into the fabric of his sleeve. "Who poisoned my father? And what are you doing here, Uncle Wang?"

Wang Bo glanced around to make sure Qingwu wasn't approaching before moving closer, his voice barely a whisper: "It's Your Highness, Miss Lin. Your father discovered Shen Jin's secret letter about treason, but before he could report it, Shen Jin silenced him."

He paused, his eyes welling up with tears: "This old minister has been hiding for more than half a month, running around, and only today has he found an opportunity to sneak into the palace to see you. Your father once sent someone to tell you that you must escape... go to the Prince of Jin's residence, and His Highness the Prince of Jin will protect you and cleanse the court of corrupt officials."