In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

While Li Zimo was busy in the room, the commander of the Shenwu Guard, Lin Batian, was still performing his duties loyally.

He was seen walking quickly on the green tiles in the night, the black cloak of the Divine Guard fluttering behind him.

He had been tracking the flower thief known as "Night Butterfly" for half a month, and tonight he finally tracked down his whereabouts.

On the roof of the abandoned Zhao Mansion in the south of the city, a white figure passed by as lightly as a butterfly.

Lin Batian narrowed his eyes and placed his right hand on the hilt of the goose-feather knife at his waist.

Under the moonlight, the flower thief's mask glowed with a cold light, and was actually painted with strange patterns like butterfly wings.

"Night Butterfly! Lin Batian is here, why don't you surrender!"

Lin Batian roared, flipped over like a kite, and jumped down from the three-meter-high roof.

The man in white turned around when he heard the voice, and a chuckle came from under his mask: "Commander Lin is so majestic."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Batian had already drawn his sword, and the blade flashed like snow, aiming straight at the opponent's throat.

However, the Night Butterfly did not take it head-on. Instead, it twisted its body strangely and slid away from the blade as if it had no bones.

Lin Batian was shocked - this kind of movement skill was definitely not something an ordinary flower thief could possess.

"Commander Lin, do you know that butterflies are best at dodging?"

The sound of the night butterfly came from left to right, floating around Lin Batian.

Lin Batian snorted coldly: "Playing tricks!"

He turned suddenly and swept the blade across, but it missed again.

The night butterfly had circled behind him without him knowing, and a silver needle silently pierced the back of his neck.

"Ding--" Lin Batian drew his sword back in time to block, the needle tip collided with the blade, and a spark flew out.

He took advantage of the momentum and spun around, his left hand forming a claw as he went straight for the opponent's mask.

This move called "Eagle Claws" is his famous skill. He once tore off the masks of seven bandits with his bare hands.

Night Butterfly seemed to be caught off guard by this change of tactics, and half of its mask was torn off.

Under the moonlight, a face that was handsome to the point of being bewitching was revealed—sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, lips painted red, but there was a long and thin scar at the left corner of the eye, like a tear mark.

"What a handsome flower thief." Lin Batian sneered, "What a pity he will die here tonight!"

Night Butterfly touched the scar on his face, a sinister look flashed in his eyes:

"Commander Lin, do you know where the last person who saw my true face is now?"

Lin Batian didn't answer, and his knife became more powerful.

The two men fought in the abandoned house, with swords flashing and tiles breaking and dust flying.

After thirty moves, Lin Batian gradually felt exhausted - the flower thief's martial arts were strange and unpredictable, sometimes like a butterfly flying through flowers, sometimes like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, forcing him to retreat step by step.

"Is this all the Divine Guards Commander can do?"

Night Butterfly chuckled and suddenly changed his tactics.

A short sword as thin as a willow leaf slid out of his sleeve. The sword body was glowing with a faint blue light, and it was obviously poisoned.

Lin Batian's heart was filled with alarm. He took three steps back quickly, but he stepped on a loose blue brick and his body swayed.

In the blink of an eye, Night Butterfly's dagger had pierced his right shoulder.

Severe pain instantly spread throughout his body. Lin Batian groaned and knelt on one knee.

"You... are not an ordinary flower thief..." Lin Batian gritted his teeth, cold sweat soaking his back.

Night Butterfly gracefully retracted the dagger, took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve, and gently wiped the blood off the sword:

"Commander Lin has good eyesight. Unfortunately, he realized it too late."

Lin Batian tried to stand up, but found that his limbs had begun to numb.

His pupils suddenly shrank: "Is the needle poisonous?"

"When butterflies gather nectar, they naturally have to be careful about being stung."

Night Butterfly leaned over and whispered in Lin Batian's ear,

"Don't worry, it won't hurt. It'll be like falling asleep..."

Lin Batian's vision went dark, and the last thing he knew was Night Butterfly's enchanting face, growing increasingly blurry in the moonlight...

......

Early morning, Lin Batian’s residence.

"Get out! You humiliating bitch!"

The sharp and piercing voice of Wang, the mistress of the Lin family, echoed in the main hall of the Lin Mansion.

Mrs. Lin, who was only in her early twenties, Zhao Sitong, the concubine Lin Batian had taken in three months ago, knelt on the ground, crying like rain.

"Madam, please understand. I really didn't know that Master would..."

Zhao Sitong choked and her slender body trembled constantly.

"Shut up!" Wang grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it over. The boiling hot tea splashed on the back of Zhao Sitong's hand, turning it red immediately.

"Ever since you came into the family, the master has been plagued by misfortunes. First, he lost the sword given by the city lord, then he was injured during a pursuit, and now... now he's even lost his life! If it's not you who's to blame, who else could it be?"

The servants in the hall lowered their heads and remained silent, and no one dared to plead for Zhao Sitong.

Lin Batian's body was discovered by the patrol last night, and Wang couldn't wait to clean up the mess this morning.

Steward Lin Fu sighed, stepped forward and whispered, "Madam, according to clan rules, the master has just passed away, so it is not appropriate to immediately..."

"Family rules?" Wang sneered. "This bitch didn't even leave a child for the master. How can she be considered a member of the Lin family?"

She turned to Zhao Sitong, her eyes full of disgust, "Take your rags and get out of the Lin Mansion immediately! From now on, you are not allowed to set foot in the Lin family again!"

Zhao Sitong looked around in despair. The servants who used to greet her with a smile now avoided her gaze.

She knew that in this deep mansion, a concubine who had lost her support was worse than a dog.

"I...I'm leaving now."

She stood up with difficulty, bowed deeply to Wang, and turned to walk towards the side courtyard where she lived.

Wang's cold snort came from behind: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful? You must be very happy inside. Now you can go find your lover. Look at how coquettish you were when you came back yesterday!"

Zhao Sitong paused, bit her lower lip and didn't look back.

Wang saw her yesterday after she came back from picking up the clothes, her face flushed and radiant, and she really couldn't refute it.

After packing a few pieces of underwear and a few pieces of jewelry, Zhao Sitong walked out of the side door of the Lin Mansion with the bag in her arms.

The spring sunshine was dazzlingly bright, but she felt cold all over.

Although Lin Batian was more than 20 years older than her, he treated her quite gently. Now that he died suddenly and tragically, she not only lost her support, but also had to bear the stigma of being a "husband-killer".

“Where should I go…”

Zhao Sitong stood on the street, her vision blurred by tears.

Her parents died early and her brother went to the border, so she had nowhere to go in Ziyun City.

In a trance, her feet had brought her to Xu Xiu Niang's home in the south of the city.

Zhao Sitong hesitated for a moment, then finally raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open and Li Zimo, wearing a moon-white robe and with his hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, had obviously just stood up.

When he saw Zhao Sitong, there was no surprise in his eyes, only tenderness that turned into a deep pool.

"Mrs. Lin." His voice was as low as the strings of a cello.

This name made Zhao Sitong's nose sore.

Yesterday she was the wife of the high and mighty commander of the Divine Guards, but today she has become a homeless abandoned woman.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, only tears rolled down silently.

Li Zimo frowned slightly and stepped aside to make way: "It's cold outside, come in first."

In the warm embroidery workshop, the scent of incense soothed Zhao Sitong's tense nerves.

Li Zimo poured her a cup of hot tea. The tea was clear with two jasmine petals floating in it.

"I heard about the Lin family's affairs."

Li Zimo sat down opposite her, his eyes flowing across her face like water.

"Commander Lin, please accept my condolences."

Zhao Sitong's hands trembled slightly as she held the teacup. "They say I'm unlucky for my husband... They say I'm an unlucky person..."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito. "I wasn't even allowed to bring a decent piece of clothing..."

Li Zimo's eyes fell on her simply tied bun - it should have been filled with gold and jade hairpins, but now there was only a plain silver hairpin barely holding it in place.

His eyes moved down and noticed the faint bruises on her collar.

"Mrs. Wang took action?" he suddenly asked.

Zhao Sitong subconsciously covered her neck and smiled bitterly:

"That's nothing... She was kind enough not to have my legs broken."

The teacup made a slight sound in Li Zimo's hand.

He put down the cup, stood up and walked towards the back of the embroidery workshop: "Follow me."