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

"Sect Master! When did you emerge from seclusion? Why didn't you inform your subordinates?"

"I ask very carefully," said Mo Ying.

"One month ago."

The young man in blue spoke calmly and evenly, like still water.

"But Sect Master, why do you look like this?"

Mo Ying frowned, her eyes filled with confusion, and pressed for an answer again.

"Because this is my original form, from now on, do not address me as Sect Master. I am Danchi. This is not a suitable place for conversation, come with me."

Dan Chi spoke calmly and slowly.

"But are those two just going to let them leave?"

Mo Ying stared intently at Shen Shuchou's retreating figure until it disappeared from sight, and asked anxiously.

Dan Chi turned around, first gazing intently in the direction Shen Shuchou had left, then glancing at the hidden location, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, and said softly, "No rush."

After saying that, he leisurely withdrew his gaze and turned to stroll casually to the other side of the street.

Seeing this, Mo Ying hurriedly scrambled to her feet and followed closely behind.

However, her mind was still filled with a series of questions.

Few people have witnessed this scene firsthand, and even if someone happens to see it, they have no time to think about it.

Their gazes were completely captivated by the three figures in black robes and the swirling snowflakes, unable to look away.

In the blink of an eye, night had fallen!

The cool moonlight poured down, illuminating the snow-covered ground and reflecting the chill in the air.

In the stillness of the night, the crunching sound of footsteps on snow suddenly rang out.

A cold, white figure suddenly stepped out of the darkness into the moonlight, finally stopping in the east courtyard.

Seeing those clear, cold eyes looking in the direction of Shen Shuchou, Shen Xue felt her heart was in turmoil.

During the day, Shen Shuchou's unrestrained swordplay and the magnificent swirling winds he created were like a breathtaking painting, deeply imprinted in her mind.

He was no longer an ordinary figure; as if he had been reborn in that instant, becoming a mysterious and charming stranger.

This sudden change stirred up ripples in her heart.

She suddenly wanted to get closer, to unveil the veil of mystery, and to explore the secrets hidden deep within Shen Shuchou.

But her aloof nature was like an invisible shackle, binding her steps.

She wanted to take the initiative, but the words stuck in her throat; her reserve and pride made her unsure how to express her inner desires.

Shen Xuejian sighed softly, her eyes revealing helplessness and confusion.

She didn't understand when she had developed such strange feelings for Shen Shuchou.

Perhaps it was during the innocent and naive days of childhood, or perhaps it was a different feeling that quietly arose during some unexpected period of time.

Especially the scene that Shen Shuchou displayed during the day today made her feel as if she were being gently tickled by a playful cat, an unbearable itch.

Shen Xuejian suddenly felt a strong urge to sit down next to Shen Shuchou right now, even if they remained silent and simply gazed at each other.

But her feet seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move forward even an inch.

The icy chill in the air seemed to transform into invisible shackles, binding her feet firmly to the ground.

In the end, Shen Xuejian only lingered there for a moment before turning away dejectedly.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for her.

Meanwhile, in another room, a young girl is also struggling to sleep.

Fifth Qinghan curled her petite body up in the warm quilt, her little head also filled with the events that had happened during the day.

Especially the time she spent alone with Shen Shuchou, his gentle questions asking if she was in pain, and his patient and gentle actions as he applied medicine to her.

His resolute expression as he earnestly told her that he and her sister were not the same person, and his unwavering stance as he stood before her and her sister without hesitation.

These thoughtful gestures and heartwarming words undoubtedly gently touched the sensitive and delicate heartstrings hidden deep within the heart of a fourteen-year-old girl who had been withdrawn since childhood.

She had no idea what the tremor in her heart meant.

But she could still clearly perceive the subtle changes in her heart. She knew it was happiness, but besides happiness, a sadness also quietly emerged.

The good news is that for the first time, someone firmly believes that she and her sister are not the same person.

Sadly, this person was my sister's husband.

And she will always only resemble her sister in appearance, but will never be the real sister.

Fifth Qinghan couldn't help but snuggle deeper into the warm quilt, and before she knew it, the girl drifted off to sleep with a heart full of thoughts.

In her dream, she dreamt that she had truly become the older sister, and together with Shen Shuchou, they entered the joyous and expectant wedding night.

Dressed in a bright red wedding gown, she sat gently on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped on her lap, trembling slightly, revealing her nervousness and anticipation.

Through the hazy vision of the red veil, she saw the flickering shadows cast by the candlelight on the wall, and a faint fragrance permeated the candlelight.

The room was decorated exquisitely and warmly, with bright red silk hanging all over the walls and the floor covered with flower petals symbolizing good fortune.

She waited quietly for Shen Shuchou to lift her red veil, her heart pounding like a drum, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

Every second of waiting felt like an eternity. She imagined Shen Shuchou's face and the tender, affectionate look in his eyes when he lifted the red veil.

The red veil, like a mysterious curtain, is about to unveil a brand new chapter in life.

However, the scene suddenly changed.

The person who lifted her red veil was not Shen Shuchou, but a face that looked exactly like hers.

That was her older sister, whose eyes were filled with resentment as she mercilessly accused her of stealing Shen Shuchou.

She panicked and desperately tried to explain, but found herself as if she had been silenced by a spell, unable to utter a sound.

Suddenly, she woke up from her dream with a start, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, her heart still pounding wildly.

She couldn't help but mutter softly, "If... I were the older sister... that would be so nice."

She herself was unsure whether the faint sound was a dream or her truest thought.

But then, Fifth Qinghan was startled by her own thought.

She really didn't know why she would say such things, or why she would have such a dream.

She was drenched in sweat, and the unique fragrance of a young girl filled the entire bed.

She gently and cautiously poked her little head out from under the covers, and the icy air instantly washed over her, temporarily dispelling the girl's restlessness and excitement.

The chill made her tremble slightly, but the turmoil in her heart was still hard to calm. Scenes from her dream kept flashing through her mind, making her feelings increasingly complicated.

And so, the petite girl in bed and the woman in white amidst the cold world spent the night together, each with their own thoughts.

As dawn broke, Fifth Qinghan got up. Her eyes were slightly swollen and her face was somewhat pale from not sleeping all night.

She gazed at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, her thoughts still immersed in that chaotic dream.

In the days that followed, Fifth Qinghan stubbornly locked herself in her room, wanting nothing more than to avoid Shen Shuchou.

Whenever she caught a glimpse of his figure through the window, the nightmarish scene would uncontrollably resurface in her mind, instantly making her blush and feel utterly flustered.

Not only her, but Shen Xuejian also appeared and disappeared mysteriously. In recent days, Shen Xuejian frequently left the Shen residence, and no one except herself knew where she went.

In contrast, the changes in the Fifth Book Shuang within the Shen family can be described as rapid and dramatic.

She not only won Wang Lan's favor, but even Shen Zhoucheng, who initially strongly opposed the marriage, underwent a fundamental change in his attitude towards Fifth Shushuang during their repeated meals together.

Afterwards, Shen Zhoucheng took the initiative to set an auspicious date for their wedding—the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in 2022, when Fifth Shushuang would be sixteen years old.

When Wu Shushuang told Wu Qinghan the good news, she remained silent, only lowering her head, like a small flower shivering in the wind.

Fifth Sister naturally didn't notice her sister's abnormality; in her memory, her sister had always looked like this.

Another month or two passed quickly, and the cold winter finally ushered in the spring.

The snow began to melt, water seeped into the earth, and awakened spring.

Those wisps of snowmelt, like messengers of the earth's revival, carry the chill of melting snow and nourish the sleeping land.

On this day, the Shen family was brightly decorated and very lively.

The bright red silk fluttered in the wind like a lively flame, and the exquisite lanterns hung high, emitting a warm and soft light.

The servants in the mansion were busy moving about, their faces beaming with joy, and a happy and peaceful atmosphere permeated the entire place.

Today is March 3rd, the auspicious day for the fifth sister's wedding.

The Shen family held a grand celebration for the fifth sister's new birthday, which also marked their complete acceptance of her.

Fifth Shu Shuang, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a shy expression, was like a beautiful peony in full bloom.

Wang Lan and a group of servants surrounded her; it was noon.

The sunlight cast a soft glow over her.

The banquet was held in the garden, where all kinds of flowers were vying for attention, and a gentle breeze carried their fragrance.

The crowd was filled with laughter and joy, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful. Wang Lan held Fifth Shu Shuang's hand and kept praising her beauty and intelligence.

Just then, Shen Shuchou stepped forward, his gaze first falling on Fifth Shushuang.

Fifth Shu Shuang noticed his gaze, and the shyness on her face deepened.

However, Shen Shuchou soon discovered that Fifth Qinghan had disappeared.

"Where is Qinghan?"

Shen Shuchou asked softly.

"My sister is changing clothes in her room, but half an hour has passed and she still hasn't come out."

Fifth Book Double replied.

"I'll go take a look."

After saying this, Shen Shuchou turned and left.

As he passed through the corridor, he saw Xia Lingyi standing alone by the pond, lost in thought.

Shen Shuchou turned around and walked towards her.

"Don't bother me."

Xia Lingyi initially thought it was a servant and shouted angrily.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Shen Shuchou asked.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Xia Lingyi turned around abruptly, her previously angry expression instantly transforming into one of immense joy.

"Brother Shen, did you come here specifically to see me?"

Xia Lingyi asked happily.

To her disappointment, Shen Shuchou simply shook his head slightly and said, "I went to find that little girl Qinghan and happened to see you here."

Upon hearing that they hadn't come specifically to see her, Xia Lingyi's joyful expression instantly faded, and a wave of bitterness surged uncontrollably into her heart.

She turned her head away in a huff and said, "I'm fine, so I won't bother Brother Shen anymore."

Seeing her like this, how could Shen Shuchou not see through the clues? However, he was unwilling to get involved with any woman other than the Fifth Sister.

"Then be careful yourself."

Shen Shuchou casually uttered these words and then turned and left.

As Xia Lingyi heard the footsteps fading away behind her, she became increasingly flustered. Forgetting her sullenness, she quickly turned around and shouted, "Brother Shen!"

Shen Shuchou pretended not to hear and continued walking away, but the voice kept ringing in his ears: "Brother Shen, are you really going to marry her?"

Xia Lingyi's voice carried a faint hint of a sob.

Shen Shuchou sighed inwardly. Since that was the case, why not just say it clearly? He paused slightly, but without turning around, he simply said, "I am engaged to her."

"Is the engagement really that important?" Xia Lingyi continued to press.

"The engagement may not be important, but she is."

After saying this, Shen Shuchou stopped and continued walking forward.

"Waaaaah..."

Xia Lingyi immediately broke down, squatted on the ground and cried loudly, saying between sobs, "What about me?"

"Silly child, don't cry."

At that moment, another voice rang in his ear.

Xia Lingyi raised her tear-filled face, looked at Wang Lan, and immediately threw herself into her arms, crying out, "Madam."

Wang Lan simply patted her back gently, without saying a word. When she brought Xia Lingyi to Shen Shuchou's side, her original intention was to find him a concubine.

But as time went on, she discovered that although Xia Lingyi came from a humble background, her inherent pride remained undiminished, given her personality.

When facing the person she deeply loves, Xia Lingyi would never be a concubine; she could only be the lawfully wedded wife.

On the other side, Shen Shuchou quickened his pace to Fifth Qinghan's room, only to find it empty.

He frowned slightly, a bad feeling suddenly rising in his heart.

Fifth Qinghan, this girl, usually likes to hide in her room and not come out, but she is not in her room now, which makes Shen Shuchou feel a little uneasy.

He searched everywhere, asking everyone he met if they had seen Fifth Qinghan.

Finally, a maid told him that she saw Fifth Qinghan heading towards the gate of the mansion.

Without saying a word, Shen Shuchou immediately ran towards the gate of the mansion.

At this moment, Fifth Qinghan was wandering the street with a dejected expression. Her thoughts were like a tangled mess, and she had no idea where she should go.

This was the first time she had ever left her home without anyone leading her out, and she didn't know why she had gone out, only that she felt quite down.

Confining herself to that cramped room for an extended period of time only made her feel increasingly depressed and heavy-hearted.

She walked cautiously and timidly along the street, attracting countless pairs of eyes.

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, not daring to look up, only glancing at her feet out of the corner of her eye.

As the girl walked, she stopped in front of a steamed bun shop, from which wisps of aroma wafted.

She had not eaten a single grain of rice or drunk a drop of water since morning, but now these aromas filled her nostrils and instantly aroused her taste buds.

As if summoning her courage, she quietly looked up and glanced at the large meat buns displayed in front of the bun shop.

In particular, there was a man dressed in blue sips of hot porridge in front of the shop.

The girl couldn't help but swallow, just as the young man put down his bowl of porridge and turned around.

In an instant, their eyes met those of Fifth Qinghan, who was filled with longing.

In an instant, the girl panicked, lowered her head again, and quickened her pace as she ran forward.

Just as she had taken two steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

From Fifth Qinghan's perspective, she could just catch a glimpse of that petite figure.

Fifth Qinghan remembered her; she was the little girl wearing a tattered coat in the snow last time.

"Sister, are you hungry? How about I take you to get something delicious to eat?"

"Magic Sakura said with a sweet smile."

Her words seemed to possess a certain magic, falling into Fifth Qinghan's ears and captivating her soul.

So, he followed Mo Ying's footsteps, and at that moment, the young man had finished drinking the porridge in his bowl.

He then put down the coins and smiled gently, "It's been a long time since I've tasted the flavor of everyday life."

But he didn't leave immediately; instead, he sat on the bench, seemingly waiting for something.

Not long after, a white figure rushed out from the other side of the street, his face appearing extremely solemn from a distance.

This person was none other than Shen Shuchou, the very person the young man had been waiting for.

He slowly got up, stretched, and smiled slightly: "Then let me see who you really are."