After the divorce, I pursued the Ninth Prince 100 times.

The young eunuch was the one who was in charge of the writing for the Ninth Prince.

On weekdays, my grandfather read through the memorials at a brisk pace, often finishing a thick stack in half an hour. In that half hour, he would grind the ink twice.

But what happened today...?

He wanted to ask but didn't dare to. Anyway, the master was still reading the memorials, so he had to stay with him.

The young eunuch didn't need to grind ink; he just stood there, growing bored, and yawned. He didn't dare disturb the Nine Thousand Years Old Man from attending to his business, so he covered his mouth with his hand and quietly suppressed the yawn bit by bit...

Try your best to open your eyes wide. When you really can't, use your hands to hold your eyelids open.

Finally, I put pen to paper.

But the paper is still half a person's height!

The young eunuch suddenly woke up.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally didn't remind her.

Such a high-ranking memorial is right before my eyes, there's no way I couldn't see it, so I shouldn't need him to remind me...

Fu Jiuli couldn't concentrate on the memorial. Time seemed to pass by so quickly and so slowly, it was annoying. So, she simply put down her pen and walked out.

The bright moonlight sprinkled in the yard. The night sky was slightly cool and quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects.

He stood in the yard for a moment, enduring again and again, and finally called out.

“Cold wind!”

Leng Feng, dressed in black, immediately appeared before him, half-kneeling and bowing his head. "I'm here! What are your orders, Master?"

Fu Jiuli looked at the half-moon in the sky and asked casually, "Where's Leng Yue?"

"Master, Leng Yue has sent Miss Shen back home."

"Which prefecture?"

Leng Feng: ...

He secretly twitched his lips and paused for a moment before answering, "Prince Jing's Mansion."

It was clearly the master who ordered Leng Yue to send Shen Nanxing back to Prince Jing's Mansion, but now he seems to have lost his memory, asking where Leng Yue is, and then asking where Leng Yue sent Shen Nanxing back to...

But as a secret guard, he dared not not answer.

Fu Jiuli's eyes darkened, and after a long while, he said, "Leng Yue is back. Let her come see me."

"Yes!" Leng Feng bowed in response, but he was thinking in his heart that Leng Yue would report to his master as soon as he came back from the mission!

He doesn't need to convey...

After waving his hand to let the cold wind retreat, Fu Jiuli quietly pricked up his ears and paid attention to the movements around the East Factory.

He paced back and forth in the yard for about a hundred times before finally becoming impatient.

He pushed open the gate and walked out, opening his mouth to give instructions to the sedan chair, but his mouth opened and closed again before he uttered the first word.

Taking a deep breath, he returned to the yard.

After pacing back and forth for about a hundred times, he returned to the desk in the room.

However, he felt that the pile of memorials was so tall and extremely annoying, so he swept them all to the ground with a wave of his hand.

When the young eunuch saw that his master had gone out, he had been dozing off while standing, but he suddenly woke up completely. When he saw what had happened, he knelt down and apologized, trembling with fear.

Fu Jiuli became even more impatient: "Why are you kneeling? Get up!"

He walked out again, saying, "Put the papers in order."

Leng Feng was stunned in the dark.

Why is Master acting so strangely tonight?

After he saw his grandfather go to the nearby martial arts training ground to practice shooting again, he belatedly guessed where the problem might lie.

Master must be waiting for Leng Yue to come back and report.

Without hesitation, he fired a signal transmitter.

After a cup of tea, Leng Yue hurried back.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, not caring about resting for a moment: "What happened? Where is the master?"

Leng Feng pointed his mouth in the direction of the martial arts training ground. Leng Yue looked over and saw that his master was holding a crescent-shaped machete and chopping at a wooden dummy.

Of the dozens of dummies in the martial arts training ground, less than five are still standing properly.

The ground was littered with broken limbs and fragments.

Leng Yue: ???

She looked at Leng Feng: "You called me back in a hurry just to let me see this?"

"It's the master who is anxious to see you."

Leng Feng patted her shoulder and said, "Go! The master is already very anxious."

In an instant, Leng Yue understood the reason for her master's abnormality, but thinking about what happened in Prince Jing's Mansion today, her face became extremely ugly.

But he had no choice but to bite the bullet and report to his master.

Before she even got close to the training ground, her master came out.

Fu Jiuli brushed off the debris on her robe and said calmly, "Speak."

Leng Yue knelt down on both knees with a thud, bowed his head and saluted: "Master, Miss Shen and Prince Jing..."

After a few pauses, she closed her eyes and spoke in one breath: "They consummated their marriage."

In an instant, Leng Yue felt the air around her become much thinner. She didn't dare to look up, only feeling the pressure from the surroundings. A sweet and fishy taste surged in her throat, which she swallowed back.

She had been guarding Prince Jing's mansion just now.

I watched Miss Shen take a bath, and then I watched Prince Jing rush into the bathroom, carry her out, put her on the bed, and lean over her...

She was hiding on the beam and could see everything clearly.

The two were very affectionate and looked at each other lovingly.

If Miss Shen showed the slightest reluctance, she would immediately rush out and take her away, and would never let Prince Jing touch her.

But, she didn't...

Not only was she not the least bit reluctant, she even offered to prepare 50,000 taels of silver for Prince Jing to support him in solving the flood problem in Liangzhou!

A trace of disgust flashed in Leng Yue's eyes.

Originally, she had a very good impression of Miss Shen. She admired her for disguising herself as a man to fight on the battlefield, making great contributions to the North Vietnamese nation and becoming the youngest general in the North Vietnamese nation.

I also admire her courage to love and hate, her courage to ask for a divorce letter, her courage to declare her feelings in front of the entire court and say that she loves her master, and her courage to speak her mind in front of her master...

But who knew that all this was fake!!!

If she truly loved her master, why would she give herself to another man?

Although her master cannot be with her... then she cannot be either...

"She...voluntarily?"

Leng Yue heard her master ask this question.

Her head drooped even lower, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

But I can only answer truthfully: "Yes..."

She had intended to stay at Prince Jing's residence a little longer before returning, but upon receiving Leng Feng's urgent summons, she had no choice but to rush back.

All they saw was Prince Jing pinning Miss Shen down on the bed.

But the two of them were deeply in love, and they even sent a maid to guard the door, so there was no chance of any changes...

Of course, even if she didn't receive the signal of cold wind, she would leave the room in time and would not be tempted to watch such things.

"Understood, let's go!"

The pressure dissipated and Leng Yue left.

The man in black clothes and black hair stood in the moonlight, his long shadow lonely and plain.

Stood there for a long, long time.

The man curled his lips slightly, and the stars in his eyes disappeared, leaving only darkness.