The Killer's Cleansing Manual

It was not until evening that Qi Zhaomian returned from the backyard.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror and let Xiao'er help her with her makeup. From time to time, she looked in the mirror at Lin Shanjuan who was waiting beside her with his arms folded.

I thought that since I hadn't come back all afternoon, Lin Shanjuan would at least ask me what I had been doing out of curiosity, but not only did he not say a word, he didn't even seem to care.

She really can do without caring.

Qi Zhaomian looked surprised and felt uncomfortable. She had no appetite for dinner. After accompanying Qi Yili to serve the dishes, she continued the three-person family dinner with Qi Yili and Lin Shanjuan.

The two of them finally had the opportunity to drink and chat happily with each other in a legitimate way. No one noticed Qi Zhaomian's unhappiness at all. The two of them drank like brothers. Qi Zhaomian, who was sitting next to them, was so angry at what they said that his face turned darker and darker.

"...Brother-in-law! Don't even mention brother-in-law. You will still be my sister in the future! Sister Lin!"

Lin Shanjuan put his arm around Qi Yili's shoulders and said, "Don't be polite. No matter what you call me, our relationship remains unchanged!"

Qi Zhaomian pulled her hand back with a sullen face: "Your feelings for each other haven't changed at all? What kind of feelings do you have?"

Qi Yili was drunk and casually touched Lin Shanjuan's right hand, thinking it was his sister's hand, and placed it in Lin Shanjuan's left hand:

"Sister Lin, my sister... hiccup! My sister raised me up, it was not easy. I beg you, you must! Treat my sister well! Ah, I entrust her to you!"

Lin Shanjuan hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then wanted to pat his chest to make a promise.

But she clasped her hands together, and when the words came to her lips, she couldn't find her right hand to pat her chest, so she began to look under the table.

"...Where are my hands?"

Qi Yili was still pouring wine, his eyes were almost closed. He was anxious when he heard this:

"Leave? Don't be in such a hurry to leave. You only come to accompany me once a year. Have another drink! The imperial sister is not here. Tell me everything that is on your mind!"

Qi Zhaomian could no longer bear it and impatiently pushed their hands away: "Yue Liu, send him back!"

Yue Liu responded and helped Qi Yili up, and with the help of Xiaodunzi, took him away.

There were only two people left at the table, and Qi Zhaomian frowned. She was very upset today, but this man had a good New Year, drinking a lot of wine. I guess he must be very happy, right?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. As it was getting dark, it would be troublesome to go back to the princess's mansion at this moment, so he had to stay in the palace tonight.

The moon stayed and came back, helping her to put the tired forest and mountains on the sedan chair.

Perhaps it was because the night wind was a bit cold, Lin Shanjuan curled up in the corner of the sedan chair, and didn't say another word.

Seeing her frown, Qi Zhaomian reluctantly sat closer and covered her with his cloak.

When they arrived at the bedroom, they both finished their baths, and Lin Shanjuan had completely collapsed on the table, turning into a puddle of mud.

Qi Zhaomian had already wiped his hair half dry, and seeing this, he called out to her in a deep voice, "Prince Consort, it's time to rest."

Lin Shanjuan propped up his head with his arms, said nothing, reached for the tea beside him, and continued to drink it as if it were wine.

Qi Zhaomian noticed something was wrong. He recalled that this man had not spoken much since lunch. Apart from a few words with Qi Yili just now, he had been drinking quietly.

Even if she likes to drink, this shouldn't be the way she drinks it.

Lin Shanjuan's mind was full of Qi Yili's words, "Since the imperial sister is not here, you can tell me anything on your mind," so he suddenly sighed while drinking.

"Brother, I feel really uncomfortable."

Qi Zhaomian paused and stopped urging her. Looking at her hazy and intoxicated profile, he finally decided to ask her what was wrong. Lin Shanjuan began to pour out the beans by herself.

"I...your sister, I have a lot of canaries. I'm not the only one."

Canary?

What kind of bird is that? Is there anything like it in the mansion?

Qi Zhaomian was puzzled and asked, "What canary?"

Lin Shanjuan mistakenly thought that Qi Yili was asking this question out of ignorance, and gave a wry smile: "The whole backyard! The whole backyard! The whole backyard! It's all there."

The whole backyard? How could there be even a single bird in the backyard?

Lin Shanjuan stopped talking, only propping up his head with a look of helplessness and embarrassment: "I actually want to promise you to take good care of her, but I'm a temporary worker, and I might be replaced one day."

This sentence was quite coherent, but Qi Zhaomian didn't know what a temporary worker was. She just thought it was the talk of a drunkard. She didn't have the patience to listen to her nonsense and called her to the bed again: "Lin Shanjuan, it's time to rest, come here."

Lin Shanjuan found the source of the sound and stared at Qi Zhaomian for a long time, so long that Qi Zhaomian was about to pull her up, but she suddenly said something out of the blue:

"Qi Zhaomian, you are so beautiful. Of all the people I have ever met, you are the most beautiful."

Qi Zhaomian's ears turned slightly red, so she paused. After getting out of bed, she held Lin Shanjuan's wrist after a few seconds.

"I know, get up."

Lin Shanjuan frowned again: "But, you... forget it."

She stood up by herself with the help of the table, as if she was sulking. She sat on the bed with her back to Qi Zhaomian and didn't look at her.

Qi Zhaomian watched her pass by him, then hugged her legs and tucked her head at the foot of the bed. The four big words "Don't pay attention to me" seemed to be written on her back.

Her emotions were so obvious that Qi Zhaomian now understood that she was sulking and in a bad mood.

And it seems to be because of myself.

She returned to the bed and tugged at Lin Shanjuan's sleeve. She was suddenly very curious about the reason why she was sulking. "What's wrong with me? If you have something to say, just say it clearly."

Lin Shanjuan remained unmoved, still maintaining his attitude of refusing to communicate, and his voice sounded muffled.

"Understand? Why do you have anything to say to me?" She began to count on her fingers under Qi Zhaomian's puzzled gaze, "One, two, three, four hours, haven't you been talking all the time? But there is nothing...hiccup! Tell me, tell me."

After counting, he hugged his knees and refused to communicate.

What four hours?

Qi Zhaomian didn't understand, so he simply asked in a guiding manner: "Who am I talking to?"

Lin Shanjuan said without hesitation: "Cen Li."

Oh, so four hours refers to the two hours in the afternoon?

One hour, that is, two hours? Is this the time in her hometown?

Was she angry because she had spent the entire afternoon chatting with other people? Or was she already angry because Cen Li had embarrassed her during lunch?

There were too many questions that could not be answered for the time being, so Qi Zhaomian had to patiently explain what he wanted to say first: "Lin Shanjuan, we are not chatting."

Lin Shanjuan's ears twitched, and he turned to look at her: "Why did you chat for so long without any small talk?"

Qi Zhaomian was amused by her appearance: "Then what do you want me to say? What do you want to hear?"

Lin Shanjuan held up seven fingers: "Talk to me for eight hours."

It was rare to see her childish side like this. Qi Zhaomian softened his heart and nodded, "Okay, then lie down and talk, or just say it like this?"

Lin Shanjuan glanced over the bedding and suddenly remembered the words "sleeping in separate rooms". He pouted and got up, but was pulled back by Qi Zhaomian.

"where are you going?"

Lin Shanjuan had already squatted up and was ready to go out. His voice was flat and he sounded reluctant.

"Sleep in separate rooms."

Ah.