cold clothes

Zhao Yin arrived the next day, even earlier. When Leng Yi saw him in the room, she couldn't help but feel her hair stand on end. She grabbed a vase by the door and threw it at his smiling face, but he caught it easily. She was then carried to the bed like a kitten.

She couldn't help but punch and kick Zhao Yin and say many vicious things, but he was completely unaffected.

No matter how cold, disgusted, irritable, or hateful she appeared, Zhao Yin still looked at her with a smile. His gaze was like sticky, heavy silt, or like thousands of threads trying to wrap her up, bury her, and cocoon her.

Leng Yi realized she had become like a shrew, a resentful woman, a domineering shrew—exactly what Zhao Yin wanted. He hoped she would lose her temper and obediently give in. Of course, she didn't want to become like that and tried every possible way to escape.

Therefore, on the third day, she shamelessly asked Nongyue for help, using the pretext of studying cultivation techniques to chat with her until midnight, and then using the excuse that it was too late to go back, she slept with her. Nongyue was clever and immediately realized that Lengyi might be hiding from someone, but she didn't ask any questions and let Lengyi stay overnight.

Leng Yi fell asleep peacefully, but woke up in the middle of the night feeling a bit stuffy. She found herself lying on her side in someone else's arms. Nong Yue would never hold her so tightly, nor would she have such strong and muscular arms.

The next morning, Nongyue asked Lengyi with a smile why she had gone home first, but she saw deep fear in Lengyi's beautiful blue eyes.

No, she had to get rid of Zhao Yin.

The tax investigation was far from over, and the flow of people on Yuhua Street had drastically decreased. Fengxiang Pavilion had lost more than 70% of its customers, and no one was willing to spend a fortune to see the courtesan anymore. That's why Lengyi was able to return to her room early. She had initially been quite relieved, but now she would rather drink with customers than stay with Zhao Yin.

Therefore, Leng Yi, who rarely flirted with a merchant, had an excuse to stay up all night in the front courtyard without arousing suspicion.

Four maids played the zither, sheng, pipa, and guzheng in harmony, creating a beautiful and melodious tune. The maid in cold clothes held a three-foot-long soft sword, while the maid in red clothes accentuated her slender waist, making it appear so delicate that it could be encircled by a single hand. The beaded chains and tassels hanging from her waist added to her graceful and charming figure. Every turn and sword swing was captivating.

He easily made the merchant so happy that he didn't want to go home, and with a wave of his hand, he bought more than a dozen jars of wine and a cold garment, drinking all night long.

Leng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she wouldn't have to see Zhao Yin today. Her eyes and brows showed more joy than usual, and she smiled more when drinking with the guests.

That's how it should have been, but she still underestimated Zhao Yin's level of madness.

As they chatted and laughed with the guests, the door to the private room suddenly opened, and Zhao Yin, dressed in fine clothes, appeared in Leng Yi's sight. Leng Yi was instantly frozen with fear and couldn't react. The guests were very displeased to see someone intruding, but before they could utter their reprimands, they were forever silenced.

The guest's face froze at the moment he opened his eyes and mouth, and then blood gushed out from his throat like dye. It all happened so fast and suddenly that Leng Yi felt like she was in a dream.

Until the guest involuntarily reached up and touched his neck, then collapsed to the ground in shock and confusion, blood flowing uncontrollably onto the ground, and the guest's eyes gradually lost their luster.

Leng Yi finally came to her senses, her body going limp uncontrollably. She looked at Zhao Yin with trembling eyes, only to see him looking down with cold eyes, as if the scarlet bloodstains on the ground were just a casual scribble.

"Why did you kill him..." Leng Yi asked in a hoarse voice.

"Because you refuse to see me because of him." Zhao Yin squatted down next to Leng Yi, reached out and stroked Leng Yi's face, his expression showing a hint of grievance.