Not following the expected path? Reborn and unexpectedly married to a demon.

"It's in the study, I'll go get it for you."

Xingzhu jumped up, eager to help.

"No, I'll go myself. The ink smells different; I'll go find one I like. You stay here and finish the rest for me."

It wasn't that the ink smelled different, but rather that Chu Luo had specific requirements regarding the place of origin for the ink she wanted.

Also, the ingredients are different; although they are not rare, only that particular one will work.

"There are several studies on the right and in front of the courtyard. You are free to enter any of them that are not locked. Just call me if you need anything."

Xingzhu gave her directions.

There were plenty of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones in the study on the right, but after searching for a long time, Chu Luo still couldn't find the kind of ink she wanted.

That kind of ink was cheap, and she wondered if the Jin family hadn't bought it because they didn't like it.

She thought she could find it quickly, but things didn't go as planned, so she had to search room by room.

Before I knew it, I had entered a study that was different from the previous ones.

The previous studies each had their own unique characteristics and elegance, but this one was simple and always had an indescribable feeling.

It's strangely simple, but upon closer inspection, you'll find that the tables and chairs are made of excellent materials and are quite valuable.

It differs from the others in that it is located in the most remote area.

What makes it most unique is that it has a windowsill that is long enough for a person to lie down on.

Looking out the window, one is greeted by a vast expanse of green space and a small bridge over a flowing stream, creating an elegant and tranquil scene.

Chu Luo instinctively wanted to back out.

But Xingzhu said that anyone who wasn't locked could just walk in, so she quickly searched around and left.

There are more than ten kinds of ink in this study, and she took them out one by one to compare them.

And sure enough, in an inconspicuous place, I found that piece of ink.

Compared to the ink in my hand, the other types were far too precious, making it seem utterly insignificant.

Just as she was happily holding the ink and preparing to put the rest away, a voice interrupted her.

"Little girl, what are you doing, wriggling around like that?"

The voice was leisurely, with a hint of teasing.

Chu Luo was startled by the sudden sound.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a man dressed in bright red and wearing a mask appeared.

He was leisurely leaning against the window frame, sizing up Chu Luo.

His figure was so tall and slender that when he was sitting, his long legs took up most of the windowsill.

Chu Luo's heart tightened, and she immediately guessed his identity.

This person is elusive, always wearing a mask and acting suspiciously; recently, only one other person has done this.

Seeing that Chu Luo did not answer, he asked again, "Where is your young lady, or rather, where is your mistress?"

She had other doubts before, but after he said this, Chu Luo was 80% sure of his identity.

Without uttering a single sentence, he inquired about the young lady and the lady of the house. If he wasn't a lecherous thief, who else could he be?

Even if he wasn't a womanizer, he wasn't a good person either.

What a kind person, coming right up to ask where the young lady and lady are.

"Who are you, asking about my young lady... What are you doing here, young mistress? Do you know this is the Jin family?"

Seeing how relaxed he was, not nervous at all, as if he were at home, how could he not know that this was the Jin family home?

Chu Luo asked some pointless questions, confirming that she was indeed an innocent and naive little maid.

At this moment, not recognizing Chu Luo's identity and only considering her a maidservant in the mansion, she had to act like a maidservant when asking questions.

Thanks to her simple attire, which made it easier to manufacture medicine.

Now, even the maids in the mansion act more like mistresses than she does.

The man laughed out loud. "Don't you already know who I am?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chu Luo said, feigning ignorance.

"Your young mistress isn't a good person, why are you helping her?"

The man found the young maidservant in front of him rather interesting.

Chu Luo asked herself if she had ever offended him, but he immediately said that she was not a good person.

"What nonsense are you spouting? You're no good person at all. My young mistress is kind-hearted and a good person."

Unlike you, who harms people everywhere, Chu Luo didn't say the last sentence out loud.

"If she treats you well, then how did you get so many old scars on your arms?" he said, looking at Chu Luo's raised arm.

When Chu Luo looked at her arm, the old scars on it had faded so much that they were almost invisible.

She quickly lowered her sleeves, thinking to herself, "He's quite the lecherous scoundrel, a womanizer with sharp eyes."

Before she got married, the doctor used poison to treat her wounds and remove scars, but it could only remove new scars.

The old marks can't be removed, they can only be faded. They're not very noticeable unless you look closely, yet he still noticed them.

"It's normal for a servant like me to get bumps and bruises. Don't wrong my young mistress," Chu Luo denied.

"Such a lovely young mistress, why don't you take me to see her? I see you're also planning to leave, let's go together."

After saying that, he jumped down from the windowsill and gestured for Chu Luo to take him to find someone.

Although she couldn't see his face, Chu Luo still felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Chu Luo thought that as long as she acted as a maid and led him away, the guards would deal with him after she escaped.

Just as he was about to step out of the room, he threw a hidden weapon at the door, silently closing the study door.

As soon as Chu Luo turned her head, one of his large hands had already grabbed her neck.

He gestured for her to be quiet with his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles.

He lifted Chu Luo up like a chick and placed her on the long sandalwood desk.

He also took the inkstone that Chu Luo could use as a weapon from her hand and placed it steadily to the side.

Now, with just a slight twist of his hand, Chu Luo's neck would be severed in his grasp like a flower stem.

Chu Luo calmed down and waited for the right opportunity.

Taking him by surprise, she quickly pulled out a handful of powder from her bosom and sprinkled it in front of him.

He simply reached out and blocked Chu Luo's powder.

"That's pretty impressive, they even have a muscle-relaxing powder. But that stuff is completely useless against me. Should we try something else?"

He became interested, and his words revealed the excitement of the hunt.

"That's all! Let me go! I'm just a lowly maidservant. Why are you bullying me? Didn't you come to see my young mistress? Go see her! All you do is bully me!"

Chu Luo sobbed pitifully, squeezing out a few tears.

He leaned closer to Chu Luo's face, his touch becoming much gentler.

"Now you'll admit you've been bullied. Tell me who else has bullied you, and I'll avenge you."

Chu Luo turned her head away, not answering, only continuing to shed tears.

"Little kitten, don't cry."

As he spoke, he produced a white handkerchief in his hand without anyone noticing.

Gently wipe away Chu Luo's tears, and also wipe her face.

Watching the handkerchief in his hand gradually turn black.

Chu Luo then realized why he called her Little Kitten.

It must have been when she was looking for Mo that she touched her hair with her hand and rubbed Mo all over her face.

The man carefully examined her features and said, "Now that you've cleaned your face, I know why you were hit."

"Am I so ugly that I deserve to be punched, or does my face scream 'I deserve to be punched'?"

Chu Luo blinked her eyes and asked, feigning innocence.

Her big, bright eyes were clean and pure, and she looked like an adorable little white rabbit.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're really interesting."

That's what he said, but he showed no intention of letting go of Chu Luo.

Please let me go.

Chu Luo's eyes were filled with tears, about to fall but not quite, her voice soft and full of sobs, pleading pitifully.

He actually released Chu Luo's neck.

His hand then covered Chu Luo's shoulder blade, slowly sliding down her shoulder.

The sudden stop startled Chu Luo.