The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Shen Runing stared at the blurry figure outside the window, a hint of disbelief flashed across his eyes, then he calmed down, with a hint of cold scrutiny between his brows.

The Shen Mansion has always been heavily guarded, and it is impossible for outsiders to enter and leave at will.

The man paused slightly, then raised his head, revealing a familiar face in the moonlight.

Shen Runing's eyes swept over her, his eyes were cold, but revealed some complicated emotions.

"Ning'er, I'm still quite skilled now, maybe I can help you with something." The figure said in a low voice, his eyes sharp and earnest.

Hearing this, Shen Runing curled the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a hint of a smile: "Help me? Do you know what your current identity is?"

The figure did not retreat, and continued: "I know something about what happened in Kyoto. Prince Ruyang went to Jinlin again, and you are alone..."

The figure paused, his eyes became deeper: "I want to repay you, I owe you-"

"Enough." Shen Runing interrupted her coldly, his eyes falling on her face like frost.

"You have to understand that you are a dead person now." She spoke each word with her voice as sharp as a knife.

"Your presence will only bring me trouble."

The figure still did not take a single step back.

She looked at Shen Runing steadily, as if she wanted to say something.

"It seems that you can enter my Shen Mansion so easily..." Shen Runing smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her smile.

"Liao Jinyi, your kung fu is indeed quite good."

The night was quiet, and Liao Jinyi's figure stood motionless outside the window, like a cold and hard rock in the night.

The night breeze was cool, blowing the window screens. The flickering candlelight made Shen Runing's face flicker. The air was filled with the rich fragrance of flowers, mixed with the moist smell of earth at night.

Liao Jinyi whispered: "Ning'er, I owe you..."

Shen Runing's eyes trembled, then he turned and walked to the window, with his back to Liao Jinyi, and his voice was still calm: "Leave the Shen Mansion and pretend I have never seen you."

When Liao Jin saw Shen Runing turn around, he became anxious and quickly took a step forward.

"Ning'er, wait!"

"I haven't seen you since that day at the restaurant, and you've never replied to the letters I wrote to you."

"Ning'er..."

Liao Jinyi's voice was low and trembling: "When everyone gave up on me, you saved me. You helped me fake my death and let me really survive. If it weren't for you, I would have already..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Runing interrupted her coldly: "Nothing to thank you for."

Shen Runing turned around, her eyes as cold as ice, falling directly on Liao Jin's face: "You helped me get rid of my engagement with Luo Mosheng, I don't want to owe you anything."

Liao Jin was stunned, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including disappointment and helplessness.

There was silence for a moment, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Finally, she sighed softly, her tone was low but full of determination: "Ning'er, whether you admit it or not, this life of mine is given by you. I will stay, whether it is to protect you or to be the sharpest knife in your hand."

"I was wrong in the past. I was blinded by the illusory love and lost my mind."

"I still want to be your sister, Ning'er..."

In the distance, the whimper of a wild cat was heard, and a few foraging birds flapped their wings and flew across the night sky.

Shen Runing didn't say anything.

Liao Jinyi smiled bitterly and looked up at the woman in the window. The moonlight was shining on her face. Her cold and beautiful face was as cold as ice and snow, but it made people unable to look away.

"I understand."

"Ning'er, I will repay you in my own way."

After saying that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

for a long time.

Shen Runing murmured to himself, his voice as soft as a mosquito.

"Liao Jinyi, what you owe me is not your life, but the unconditional trust that I, Shen Runing, gave you in my last life."

A few days later, the weather was fine.

Ling Hui sat by the window, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands, her eyes cast casually at the colorful flowers in the courtyard.

She had been feeling very restless these past few days, as if a burning flame was burning her chest, and even the aroma of tea could not suppress the restlessness.

She really loves Luo Mosheng.

Since Luo Mosheng left home, the two have maintained a correspondence. Although Luo Mosheng's letters are always just a few sloppy words, Ling Hui is still very happy.

Only these few days, she was unusually irritable.

The letter she had sent by hand a few days ago fell into the sea and there was no response.

Her mind was in a mess and she imagined many scenes of Luo Mosheng dying on the battlefield.

The entire mansion was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere of tension due to Ling Hui's irritability.

The servants walked on thin ice and were in fear every day, fearing that they would accidentally anger the prince's wife.

Ling Hui's moodiness was like an unpredictable gust of wind. A few days ago, she executed more than a dozen servants for some trivial matters. The cries of those people when they were dragged out of the mansion still echo in the air.

"Madam, the tea is cold. I'll go get you a hot one." The maid beside her reminded softly, her voice full of caution.

Ling Hui suddenly placed the teacup in her hand heavily on the table. The crisp sound of the collision made the maids on both sides tremble and kneel down quickly: "Madam, calm down. This maid... This maid didn't mean to disturb you."

Looking at the two people kneeling on the ground and trembling, Ling Hui's eyes did not show any pity, but even a hint of cold disgust: "Get out! You are a bunch of idiots, staying here is just an eyesore."

The two maids retreated hurriedly with their heads down, as if they had been pardoned.

The house became quiet again, with only the occasional chirping of birds perched on the branches outside the window.

Ling Hui raised her head and her eyes fell on the flowers blooming in the courtyard.

The flowers bloomed one after another, as if to show their beauty to the fullest. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and an indescribable ruthlessness suddenly surged in her heart.

"You must not sit and wait for death." She whispered softly, her tone gentle but revealing a cold determination.

"Mo Sheng must not stay there for long!"

Ling Hui slowly stood up and walked to the window.

"Someone, pull up all the flowers blooming in the garden!"

There is nothing wrong with flowers blooming in all their splendor, but what is wrong is that they bloomed in front of Ling Hui.

After a while, the sound of flowers and trees being uprooted was heard outside.

The soil made a dull thud when it was turned over by the shovel, accompanied by the crisp sound of dead branches breaking, as if the colorful flowers were making their last struggle.

The servants pulled up the flowers and trees with great effort. Their heavy breathing and the sound of roots tearing the soil mixed together, which was particularly harsh.

As Ling Hui listened to these voices, her irritable mood actually eased a little.

His fingers tapped lightly on the windowsill, but his eyes never left the direction of the courtyard.

After all, those flowers were an eyesore to her, just like the lingering anxiety in her heart during this period. If she didn't get rid of them thoroughly, she would never be able to find peace.

"How can I get His Majesty to issue an order to let Mo Sheng come back?" Ling Hui murmured in a low voice, with a cold thought between her brows.

After the flowers in the courtyard were thoroughly cleaned, Ling Hui turned around with the smile on her face becoming more and more obvious.

"How could I have forgotten you?"

Ling Hui whispered to herself, her voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper, but it carried a chill that sent chills down one's spine.