After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the Holy Dynasty did not cease.

On the brightly lit streets, the cries of various vendors rose and fell, as they remained active in every corner of the city.

The moonlight spilled onto the stone path, casting a cool, clear glow.

Compared to the bustling activity of other mansions, the Luo mansion was unusually quiet at this moment, like a sleeping giant beast.

Inside a room in the Luo residence, the dim candlelight flickered, casting two figures on the floor.

Moonlight streamed through the window, gently illuminating Luo Shisan's youthful yet resolute face.

Her already fair skin appeared even whiter under the moonlight, as smooth and lustrous as mutton fat jade.

Her eyes shone with a gentle light as she gazed quietly at Shen Shuchou in her arms.

Luo Shisan gently stroked his little head, as if he were protecting a precious treasure.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she were afraid of waking the person in her arms.

In this quiet night, even the moonlight seems exceptionally gentle.

It sprinkled on the two of them, as if draping them in a layer of silver gauze.

Luo Shisan's heart was filled with warmth and happiness. She knew that this moment was so precious, and she was willing to spend her whole life protecting this feeling.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only the moonlight and their breathing intertwined.

Luo Shisan gently lowered his head and placed a tender kiss on Shen Shuchou's forehead.

"I lost my mother when I was young, and as for my father... well, I've never even seen what he looks like."

Luo Shisan paused slightly, then let out a cold laugh.

"My brothers and sisters never looked at me properly, and even bullied, humiliated and beat me, but I didn't care. In order to survive, I chose to leave the palace and move outside."

"I thought that loneliness would always be my companion throughout my life, but today I met you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that you belonged to me. You are the companion of my lonely soul."

"With you, I will no longer be alone. From now on, I will protect you, and we will depend on each other for survival."

Luo Shisan's gentle words flowed like water into Shen Shuchou's ears in the quiet night.

It was like a gentle, warm spring breeze, softly caressing his soul.

Shen Shuchou, who was being held in her arms, twitched his eyelids slightly and then slowly opened his eyes after a moment.

His gaze was still somewhat unfocused. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that Luo Shisan had fallen asleep at some point.

A single, glistening tear slid down Luo Shisan's cheek.

This tear was not shed for anyone else, but for the injustice she had suffered, and also for meeting Shen Shuchou.

The teardrops, illuminated by the moonlight, shimmered with a heartbreaking light, as if carrying the endless emotions deep within her heart.

A hint of pity flashed in Shen Shuchou's eyes. He wanted to wipe away Luo Shisan's tears, but he was unable to move at the moment.

Luo Shisan held him too tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear when he woke up.

Ugh!

Shen Shuchou sighed inwardly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep along with Luo Shisan.

Shortly after the two fell asleep, a figure outside the door disappeared silently.

Although the darkness concealed his figure, the golden light in his eyes revealed his identity as Luo Tianyang.

Luo Tianyang didn't know why he came here; perhaps he was investigating whether there was anything unusual about this baby of unknown origin.

Or perhaps she wanted to catch a glimpse of Luo Shisan, or maybe it was because of a faint, insignificant sense of guilt in her heart.

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Seasons change, day and night alternate, and time rolls forward like an endless wheel.

Year after year, flowers bloom and fade, spring comes and autumn goes, and in the blink of an eye, seven years have passed.

In January 1054, the Holy Dynasty was shrouded in the cold winter.

The vast expanse of white snow fell in a flurry, covering the earth in a silvery blanket.

Snowflakes danced in the air, as light and graceful as fairies.

They fell silently, piling up on rooftops, treetops, and roads, creating a pristine white world.

A biting wind swept through the streets and alleys, bringing a chill.

At this moment, snowflakes were falling heavily in the Luo residence. A woman in green stood gracefully in the snow.

She moved with graceful movements, holding a long sword, and danced elegantly.

The sword flashed, mingling with the falling snow, creating a dreamlike scene.

The woman's swordsmanship was sharp and graceful; each swing of her sword carried a resolute momentum, as if she wanted to cut through the snow falling from the sky.

Her gaze was focused and resolute, revealing an indomitable will.

Not far from her stood a boy, gazing at her silently.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, making the woman in green appear even smaller and more delicate in the snow, but her swordsmanship became increasingly fierce.

At this moment, she seemed to merge with the sword, becoming a part of the snowy landscape.

A moment later!

Clang!

Amidst the falling snow, a clear and sharp sword cry suddenly rang out.

The snowflakes, seemingly startled by the sound of the sword, danced wildly in the air.

Then, the woman in green gracefully sheathed her sword, her movements as light as a swallow, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth from the snow.

The woman then approached the boy and, as was her habit, handed him the sword, saying, "Here you go."

The boy shook his head: "I'm not coming."

The young man was none other than Shen Shuchou, who had been in his fourth life for seven years.

He has grown up from that baby and is now eight years old.

For the past seven years, Shen Shuchou has been playing the role of an obedient younger brother, as required by the system.

But as he grew older, Shen Shuchou never imagined that something like this would happen to him.

In the previous three lives, he was the one who asked the female lead to go to school, but unexpectedly, in this life, the tables have turned and it's his turn.

However, he didn't go to school. He hadn't left the Luo residence since he entered it. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out, but Luo Shisan had ordered him not to.

Luo Shisan didn't want others to know that she now had a younger brother.

Shen Shuchou had to study with Leng Chaozhi in the morning, practice swordsmanship with Qingyu in the afternoon, and be dragged to bed by Luo Shisan at night.

Shen Shuchou, a man who has lived through three lifetimes, must now maintain the mindset of a child.

"Shen Shuchou, do you want a spanking again?"

Qingyu glared at him, making a move to strike.

"Alright, alright, come and eat."

Just then, a gentle female voice pierced through the snow and reached their ears.

Leng Chaozhi's voluptuous and charming figure appeared in the falling snow. She wore an elegant white dress embroidered with exquisite patterns, which complemented her fair skin.

Her long hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, with a few wisps of hair playfully falling beside her fair neck, adding to her charm.

Her meticulously styled hair, adorned with a simple hairpin, shimmered softly in the sunlight, highlighting her poise and elegance.

Seven years have passed again; time has quietly slipped away.

Leng Chaozhi has just turned forty, but her face still looks like she's in her thirties.

Time seems to have been exceptionally kind to her, leaving few traces on her face.

"Hmph! I'll let you off this time."

Qingyu snorted coldly, then swayed away.

"Okay, Aunt Leng! I'll be there in a bit."

Shen Shuchou called out softly.

Deep down, Shen Shuchou held Leng Chaozhi in high esteem, not only because he had been nurtured and grown up in her arms.

"Then hurry up."

Leng Chaozhi smiled slightly and did not urge him.

Shen Shuchou stood under the eaves, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed door through the swirling snow.

Although small, it stands tall and straight, like a statue, motionless.

A cold wind blew by, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter slightly, but it couldn't dispel the anticipation in his heart.

This scene is so similar to the previous three lifetimes.

However, now the roles have been reversed.