General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

When Shen Luo returned from the palace, he saw Twelve kneeling in the center of the courtyard from afar.

What's going on here?

When Twelve saw his master return, he kowtowed to the ground with a thud, saying, "Your subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, Master."

Shen Luo and Nineteen exchanged a glance. Although Twelve was a bit simple-minded, he was always very reliable. Neither of them knew what was wrong with him.

How come they only went to the palace once, and when they came back, this person had become like this?

However, Shen Luo had a strange feeling that it was related to Jiang Qiqi. After all, the last time this guy went to spy on the Jiang residence, he came back feeling a bit disillusioned.

"Get up first, let's talk inside." Nineteen pushed Shen Luo and led her to the study.

Then it came out again.

They must have opened the door incorrectly.

"Twelve, what's going on here?"

The study was a complete mess.

Papers were scattered all over the floor, black ink was splattered everywhere, the chair was overturned, teacups were scattered all over the floor, and the teapot was broken into pieces.

Limited-time skin - Syrian war-damaged study.

However, that's not all. Upon closer inspection, one can find knife marks on the bookshelf, tears in the window paper, and even the pillow on the bed has been cut in half.

These traces all indicate that a fierce battle took place here.

Both of them became serious. Shen Luo gave a signal, and Nineteen went to the bookshelf and searched for a while. After finding a box, she breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly to Shen Luo.

Shen Luo felt relieved.

"Twelve, what happened in the mansion while we were away? What's going on in this room?" This was the first time something like this had happened in the General's Mansion.

Twelve recounted in detail everything about the assassin before they returned, emphasizing that it was Jiang Qiqi who discovered the assassin.

"Your subordinate is useless. I couldn't even detect the assassin. Please allow me to return to the camp for training, Master." Twelve lowered his head, his voice muffled, indicating that he had suffered a great blow.

But the other two didn't find anything wrong with it. It seemed that ever since they caught the spy last time, they had gotten used to Jiang Qiqi's super-high detective ability.

Shen Luo remained silent for a long time.

The General's Mansion has twelve and nineteen guards, and it's always been very safe. How could such a skilled assassin have infiltrated today? Who could possibly have such a deep-seated grudge against him, going so far as to use such resources to kill him?

"Did that person leave any clues after they escaped?" Shen Luo asked.

Twelve pulled out a few pieces of cloth from his pocket: "Master, I tried my best but could only tear his clothes with a knife and leave these few pieces of cloth."

"It's alright, you've done your best. That person is no ordinary person to be able to sneak into the General's Mansion so stealthily." If Jiang Qiqi hadn't been so observant and discovered his whereabouts, Shen Luo would probably be in a bad situation today.

"Nineteen, keep these pieces of cloth safe. Give them to Sixteen to study when he returns." Shen Luo noticed that Twelve smelled of blood and knew that he must have been injured.

He pulled a bottle of medicine from his pocket and tossed it to Twelve: "This is the last time. Go and apply the medicine first."

It's already very late, and judging from the looks of it, I can't sleep in the study.

Nineteen is taking inventory of the items in the study.

Shen Luo thought for a moment, then turned his wheelchair and went to the main room.

In the main room, Jiang Qiqi had finished washing up and was leaning against the bed reading her storybook.

Yes, it's the same book as before.

A rhythmic knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Come in, Xiang'er. Is my osmanthus soup ready?" Jiang Qiqi asked.

"It's me, Shen Luo."

Huh? Shen Luo? What's with the timing...?

Jiang Qiqi glanced at the non-existent watch on her wrist, got out of bed, and opened the door.

Shen Luo wheeled himself in and glanced at Jiang Qiqi, who had changed into a summer nightgown that was loose and cool.

He quickly looked away.

"Ahem. I just returned to the manor and heard about the assassin from Twelve. Thank you for noticing, otherwise, given my condition, I probably wouldn't have escaped tonight." Shen Luo's expression was calm, not at all like someone who had almost been assassinated; only his ears were a little red.

Jiang Qiqi waved her hand: "It's nothing, just a small favor."

“However,” Shen Luo’s ears turned slightly red, “when Twelve and the others were fighting, they made a huge mess of the study, so I probably won’t be able to stay there for the next few days.”

Oh, I see. Jiang Qiqi understood. No wonder they came at this time.

But she didn't care about any of that. It was just having someone sleeping next to her, like hugging a doll.

So she immediately agreed: "Okay."

The red on Shen Luo's ears had spread to her face.

Jiang Qiqi hadn't noticed before, but upon closer inspection, she realized that Shen Luo was still wearing his official robes from the palace. He had indeed just returned.

Jiang Qiqi asked, "Have you not washed up yet? I'll go call the servants and get you some pajamas while I'm at it."

"Okay, thank you for your help." Shen Luo nodded gently in thanks.

Jiang Qiqi went out, and Shen Luo breathed a sigh of relief, slightly tugging at his collar: "The weather is getting hotter and hotter."

Bored anyway, Shen Luo glanced around the room and saw a half-open book on the bed.

He picked it up and flipped through it. The book was titled "General, Please Be Gentle".

Go easy on me? Does that mean you're talking about managing your subordinates with discretion?

Shen Luo remembered that he had heard Twelve and the others talk about it. The Northern Ming army had far fewer rules than theirs, and the punishments were far less severe.

Could it be a book about the military orders of the Northern Ming army?

Shen Luo continued reading from where the bookmark was.

"Since we got married, Shen Tianlu seems to have opened the door to a new world. He makes endless demands, which annoys me to no end."

I had just finished breakfast this morning and wanted to take a stroll in the yard. I had just gotten up when Shen Tianluo carried me back.

In a dizzying moment, I fell onto his lap, vaguely feeling something hard pressing against my thigh.

I'm no longer an innocent young girl; I know what this means.

"What are you doing?" I said shyly. "Let me go, I need to digest my food." I struggled but couldn't break free from Shen Tianluo's grasp.

Shen Tianlu brought his face close to mine, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he simply wiped the corner of my mouth lightly with his fingertip.

"You little glutton," Shen Tianluo's magnetic voice echoed in my ear, "you've got rice all over your face."

My cheeks flushed instantly.

Shen Tianlu, however, continued to tease me with his mischievous grin: "My lady, look how bright the sun is, don't you want to do something with your husband?"

He subtly pushed upwards, and my face turned even redder.

'What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand.'

"Hahaha," Shen Tianluo's hearty laughter answered me, "Since my wife doesn't understand, then I, your husband, will certainly teach you."

As he spoke, he picked me up horizontally and carried me into the inner room.

"Shen Tianluo," I grabbed his collar and tried to stop him, "you're shameless! How could you do such a thing in broad daylight?"

Shen Tianluo held down my restless hands, leaned down and gently kissed my forehead: 'Ayao, you have no idea how beautiful you are. Seeing you, I can't help myself.'

......"

Shen Luo silently put down the book.

Jiang Qiqi returned with Shen Luo's pajamas and saw him sitting with his back to her at the table.

"The servants are already boiling water, please wait a moment."

"......Um"

Jiang Qiqi walked around to Shen Luo and saw him intently munching on a piece of chestnut cake—after catching the spy, the chestnut cake tasted much better.

"hungry?"

"......Um"

Jiang Qiqi: I don't know why, but it seems like Shen Luo has become more introverted since she came back from her trip.