Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Why are your hands so cold?

Lin Zhiyao didn't look up or pull her hand away. She could only feel the warmth of his palm coming from it, touching her cold skin, as if trying to warm her up. But the area in her heart remained cold.

She didn't know when it would end, nor what awaited her in the face of fate.

All she knew was that she had nowhere to retreat.

There was no other choice.

……

Another sleepless night.

……

And soon, Lin Zhiyao learned that the box that the little eunuch had been mysteriously carrying in wasn't some confidential document at all, but rather some…

Clothes, toys, etc. for entertainment

Lin Zhiyao blushed and wanted to refuse.

But Shen Jin didn't give her a chance at all.

"Yaoyao, be good, I believe you can help." Shen Jin kissed her, his fox-like eyes burning, his breath falling on her, igniting all her senses.

…………

……

Because Shen Jin clung to her day and night, demanding things from her, Lin Zhiyao spent more than half a month in this reversed day and night cycle.

……

then.

That day, Lin Zhiyao woke up after noon, her body aching all over, and she had to hold her back to stay awake.

She was still dazed when the maidservant beside her immediately moved closer to help her get up.

Lin Zhiyao gradually got used to being served by servants.

If it weren't for Shen Jin's overwhelming presence, Lin Zhiyao would have even felt as if she had returned to a few years ago, living the days before the Lin family's decline.

During lunch that day, Qingwu brought in a soup bowl and casually mentioned while serving the dishes, "Miss, His Highness will be returning to the palace tomorrow. There are many matters to be handled in the palace these two days, and His Highness told you that you don't need to wait for him to have dinner together tonight."

Lin Zhiyao was picking up a piece of fish in vinegar sauce when she heard this. Her chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and the fish slid back into the plate, splashing some sauce.

So it turns out he was going back to the palace. No wonder she hadn't seen Shen Jin during the day for the past two days, and sometimes he wasn't even around night. She only knew that Shen Jin had returned when she was half asleep and felt someone lift the covers and lie down to hug her.

Lin Zhiyao was a beat slow in putting down her chopsticks, picked up her teacup and took a sip. Her movements were natural, but her fingertips were white as she pinched the rim of the cup, lost in thought about what she would do next.

Shen Jin is going back to the palace.

He probably wouldn't bring her into the palace. After all, he was still a genuine eunuch in name only. If he were to bring a woman in and out of the Qianqing Palace every day, the news would spread throughout the palace in less than half a day. The risk was simply too great.

So... will Shen Jin leave her here alone?

Or should we just go all the way and kill her?

Lin Zhiyao was lost in thought.

They didn't even notice when the food and tea got cold.

"Miss? Miss?"

Qingwu called out twice, and when she didn't respond, she raised her voice a little higher to remind her, "Miss, the food is getting cold, please eat first."

Lin Zhiyao then came to her senses, but she had already lost her appetite to continue eating.

She put the teacup back on the table. "I'm full, let's take it away."

Qingwu responded with a "yes" and quickly cleared away the dishes.

Lin Zhiyao stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open halfway. The afternoon sun shone brightly in, and the hibiscus tree in the yard was scorched by the sun, its petals curling up at the edges.

"Qingwu, come with me for a walk to help digest your food."

Qingwu was carrying bowls and plates out when she heard this. As if remembering something, she turned back and smiled, "Miss, the manor recently bought a kite. The frame is very well made, and it's painted with a blue phoenix. I think it's beautiful. Would you like to fly it?"

Lin Zhiyao thought for a moment and nodded.

Qingwu handed the bowls and plates to the maid outside the door, then walked briskly to the back room to get the kite.

Perhaps because Lin Zhiyao hadn't thought about escaping since the first day, or perhaps because the guards outside the mansion were so strict, Qingwu hadn't been watching her as closely during this time.

Lin Zhiyao then went to stand alone in the courtyard first.

The sunlight made the stone steps slightly hot.

Lin Zhiyao walked to the edge of the koi pond, looked down at the group of fish huddled together with their mouths open, the sunlight shattering on the water's surface, making her eyes sting.

She felt as if this short half-month had been a lifetime ago.

It's been half a month.

She lived in the house for half a month. For the first few days, she thought about escaping, but after that, she never had that thought again.

The outcome of Shen Jin blocking her way in the alley made her realize that outside this house, there were eyes everywhere, and without Shen Jin's permission or anyone else's help...

There's no way she could leave.

But Shen Jin is about to return to the palace.

Therefore, she needs to find a way to test Shen Jin's thoughts in the next few days. If he decides to get rid of her...

She must find a way to escape again before that day arrives.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip.

Just then.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from outside the wall.

"younger sister."

The sound came from outside the wall, low and urgent, from a suppressed voice.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly looked up.

Behind the drooping branches of the forsythia on the wall, half of Lin Zhiheng's face was visible. He had become thinner, with a layer of dark stubble on his chin and a bluish-gray tint under his eyes.

"Brother?" Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled involuntarily. She quickly walked to the base of the wall, looked up at him, and asked, "Why are you here? How did you get in?"

Lin Zhiheng glanced around at the walls and said in a low voice, "I've bribed Old Zhao, the guy who collects night soil in the back alley. We can't stay here any longer."

He paused, then asked, "Yaoyao, are you... are you alright?"

Lin Zhiyao raised her eyes: "I'm fine, brother. How's the manor? How's Father?"

Lin Zhiheng's face tightened, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

He looked away, staring at the forsythia branches on the wall: "Everything's alright at home, Father... Father tells you to take care."

in fact.

Lin's father died a few days ago.

He died suddenly. The doctors who came all said it was caused by the relapse of a long-standing illness, but Lin Zhiheng could not accept it.

I have a feeling there's more to the story.

Lin Zhiheng caught a glimpse of Qingwu approaching from afar. He composed himself and quickly cut to the chase: "Shen Jin has encountered some trouble in court recently and probably can't attend to things here. I'll try to find a way to get you out of here."

Lin Zhiyao suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide.

Lin Zhiheng took one last look at Lin Zhiyao, his eyes resolute. "Little sister, just hold on for a few more days, and wait for your brother to come find you."