The Killer's Cleansing Manual

Ye Lang's heart sank, and the muscles on his face twitched constantly. He got off the horse and knelt on one knee on the ground.

"I greet Xi and the Princess."

Qi Zhaomian glanced at him and said, "You have blocked my carriage without permission, unless you have something important to report. Do you know what the punishment should be?"

Ye Lang got up unwillingly. Lin Shanjuan had also been woken up by their conversation. Qi Zhaomian's tone was really too cold. No matter how soundly she slept, she could not withstand the chill.

Seeing Ye Lang, Lin Shanjuan subconsciously wanted to sit up, but Qi Zhaomian hugged him even tighter.

"Awake?" She squinted her eyes and looked at Lin Shanjuan. "We still have a long way to go. Sleep a little longer."

This gentle attitude was completely different from the cold and hard attitude towards Ye Lang. Ye Lang gritted his teeth in hatred, but he didn't dare to say anything out of turn because he was in front of everyone.

The last time he got drunk in the Grand Tutor's Mansion, his father found out and gave him thirty military sticks. He was unable to get out of bed for the next few days.

To think that he had suffered so much for her, yet he was actually in love with this woman!

Ye Lang clenched his fists and said, "Your Highness, I have been ordered to take over the patrol camp and change guards in the capital. It's nothing serious."

Qi Zhaomian didn't even look at him. "General Ye, your work is very hard. If you don't have anything important to do, please step aside."

This cold attitude made Ye Lang even more heartbroken. He took a step back and compromised silently.

The curtain was lowered and the carriage continued to move forward. Lin Shanjuan also became more awake. It would not be good for such a grown man to keep pressing on the sponsor while he dozed off. So he belatedly realized that he was going to get up and lean to the other side.

But Qi Zhaomian, sensing her movements, turned around and suddenly asked her, "Where are you going?"

Lin Shanjuan was stunned and pointed at the carriage wall: "I'll lean against that so that it won't interfere with your thoughts."

Qi Zhaomian didn't let go: "You don't like me like this?"

Lin Shanjuan's head was full of questions - hadn't they already gone far away? Could Ye Lang still be eavesdropping under the car? Why didn't he let go?

But there was no way she would ask this question, so she just went along with her. There was no harm in hugging her anyway.

"I like it. I like whatever you do. Hold me."

Qi Zhaomian pursed his lips, then suddenly loosened his hand: "Go away."

Lin Shanjuan was stunned. Thinking back on what had just happened, she felt that Qi Zhaomian was being upset because he wanted to break free from her.

a feeling of.

My God, I dared to have such a thought!

Lin Shanjuan approached her hesitantly, and put his arms around her waist again under Qi Zhaomian's death gaze.

"I...I'll sleep a little longer. Isn't it still far away?"

Qi Zhaomian didn't say anything and turned her head after a while. Just as Lin Shanjuan was about to withdraw her hand, she uttered two stiff words.

"what ever."

Oh, that's what I mean.

Lin Shanjuan felt relieved and didn't think about what was wrong. He felt even more sleepy when he smelled the faint fragrance on Qi Zhaomian's body, and fell asleep again in a short while.

Qi Zhaomian was in a complicated mood. When Lin Shanjuan was about to leave, she was unhappy because she was obviously reluctant to leave.

Maybe it was not that warm in the car, and Lin Shanjuan was the only source of heat, so she suddenly withdrew, making Qi Zhaomian feel uncomfortable.

Or maybe it was because the atmosphere was originally very comfortable, and now everyone has to sit separately, which makes no one feel comfortable, so they can't adapt.

She didn't know what she wanted, but when Lin Shanjuan hugged her again, she found...

Not only does she feel warm when being held like this, but she also doesn't feel tired when sitting alone. It's true that Lin Shanjuan is leaning on her, but she also feels much more relaxed in Lin Shanjuan's arms.

Qi Zhaomian let out a long sigh. She didn't realize that all she was thinking about now was Lin Shanjuan, and Ye Lang, who had initially affected her emotions the most, had been forgotten.

When they arrived at the princess's mansion, Lin Shanjuan got out of the car and stretched, then took the initiative to raise his hand to help Qi Zhaomian down.

It wasn't even noon yet, and Lin Shanjuan yawned. "I might need to sleep a little longer, then go back to the Qingzhengsi in the afternoon to question the people I arrested last night."

Qi Zhaomian nodded: "Can you come back in the evening?"

Lin Shanjuan thought about the distance between the Princess's Mansion and the Qingzhengsi: "It depends on the situation. If it's too late, I won't come back."

Qi Zhaomian paused and said, "If that's the case, go and explain it to Nanny Chen."

Lin Shanjuan was stunned: "What do you want to explain?"

Qi Zhaomian glanced at her, said nothing, and went back to the study.

Xiao'er sighed, shook her head, and pulled Lin Shanjuan closer. "Nanny Chen also came to question His Highness yesterday. She felt that His Highness and you were too distant and was worried that you had had an argument. That's why His Highness specifically asked me to call you back and even left the door open for you all night."

She hesitated to speak, looked at Lin Shanjuan and gestured for her to continue, then continued: "But you didn't come home last night, and you are preparing tonight... This really makes His Highness sad."

Lin Shanjuan scratched the back of her head. She and Qi Zhaomian were clearly just pretending, but why did it sound like she now felt like a scumbag who stayed out all night?

"...I understand. I'll go to the Qingzhengsi tomorrow and talk to the princess."

Xiao'er held her back and said, "You'd better not tell him. His Highness is in a bad mood. If you tell him now... the effect will be greatly reduced."

Her eyes were full of hints, and Lin Shanjuan understood immediately: "I understand!"

A canary should have the awareness of a canary. If she tells Qi Zhaomian now that she will not be back at night, but waits for her in her room at night, wouldn’t that be a big surprise?

She had completely blurred the scope of her own business and was eager to implement the plan she had understood.

After sleeping until the afternoon, Lin Shanjuan hurriedly had dinner, took a bath, and went to Heyang Palace to wait for Qi Zhaomian to come back.

Xiao'er saw that it was getting dark before she knocked on the door and reminded him, "Your Highness, it's time for dinner."

Qi Zhaomian put the memorial aside, rubbed his eyebrows, and unconsciously asked a question about someone's whereabouts.

"The prince consort left?"

Xiao'er hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to lie or not, when Qi Zhaomian opened the door and said, "Forget it, serve the meal."

Xiao'er breathed a sigh of relief, responded and went downstairs to prepare.

The person who always liked to pick up food randomly was not at the table, and Qi Zhaomian's appetite was a little lacking. As usual, he ate a few bites and left.

After taking a shower, she returned to Heyang Palace. The moisture in her hair was wrapped in a cloth and was half dry, lying softly on her shoulders.

The hall was dark, and as winter was approaching, it was inevitably a bit cold and lonely.

Qi Zhaomian suddenly felt a little annoyed and was about to ask someone to light a candle when a light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

She saw a thin and tall figure rushing back to the bed, and a hint of hope inexplicably emerged in her heart.

"Princess, why did you come back so late? Come and lie down!"

Sure enough it was her.

Qi Zhaomian's lips curled slightly, and he walked to the bed with his hands behind his back. He saw the man lying on his side with only his underwear on, smiling. He supported his head and patted the place beside him: "Come on."

Having only felt the warmth of this "hot water bottle" during the day, this quilt now seemed extremely tempting.

Qi Zhaomian glared at her with a stiff expression, "Didn't you say you were going back to the Qingzheng Division to interrogate the prisoner? Why haven't you left yet?"