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

You want to leave after you've used him?

What a heartless little thing.

Shen Jin didn't consider himself a good person, but he showed unusual patience towards Lin Zhiyao.

Unexpectedly, she tried to run away.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes darkened, and he gave a slight, cold laugh.

Several plans quickly formed in his mind. He made up his mind, then summoned the Water Mirror, made a hand seal, and threw it in, giving his subordinates several secret instructions.

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Lin Zhiyao leaned against her younger sister's bedside, holding her sister's slender fingers in her hand, listening to her sister chatter away, occasionally responding with a soft smile on her lips.

During a friendly chat between the sisters.

The anxiety and panic in her heart had faded considerably without her realizing it.

Perhaps it was because her younger sister was by her side, or perhaps it was because the warmth from her sister's hand made her feel that she wasn't facing all of this alone.

Lin Zhiyao felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Before I knew it, it was almost dark outside.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head and glanced out the window. The sky was dyed in large patches of red by the sunset, like red ink had been splashed on it, intense and beautiful.

She stared, slightly lost in thought.

Even the sunsets at Cangwu Mountain are different from those in the villages.

The sea of ​​clouds here surges and the sunset glows in all directions. What's even more amazing is that the sunset and the stars and moon can appear at the same time, and they are all so close to your eyes that it's unreal.

This is paradise.

But Lin Zhiyao had no interest in appreciating it.

She just watched the sunset gradually fade away, thinking to herself that Shen Jin had never returned after leaving.

He hasn't shown up since this afternoon, several hours have passed.

Perhaps... his interest has faded?

Lin Zhiyao thought uncertainly.

Although she didn't understand cultivation, she knew that someone like Shen Jin would definitely have no shortage of beautiful women around him. Not to mention others, even the maids in the palace were all beautiful, with the looks of goddesses and fairies.

For her, it was probably just a passing fancy.

Once that initial shock passes, they will naturally be allowed to go back.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after.

As Lin Zhiyao thought this, the weight on her chest felt lighter.

Moreover, it seems that, at least tonight, she won't have to go back to serve Shen Jin.

I can sleep with my younger sister.

"What are you thinking about, sister?" Lin Zhiwan tilted her head to look at her.

Lin Zhiyao snapped out of her reverie, a slight smile playing on her lips. "It's nothing, I was just thinking that I could sleep with you tonight."

"Really?" Lin Zhiwan's eyes lit up. "My sister hasn't slept with me in so long."

Lin Zhiyao stroked her hair, her heart softening, and was about to reply—

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The maids filed in, carrying various plates, bowls, and food boxes, and soon laid out a table full of delicacies.

Light, nourishing, and sweet dishes—all were available, still steaming hot, and served on extremely precious white jade plates and golden nanmu boxes.

The head maid curtsied and said respectfully, "Miss, this is the dinner that the Immortal Lord instructed us to prepare for you two. Please enjoy your meal."

Lin Zhiyao nodded. "Thank you."

Just as she was about to sit down and have dinner with her sister, the maid said again, "After you finish your meal, Miss, I will escort you back to the Immortal Lord's place."

Lin Zhiyao's smile froze on her face. "...Go back?"

"Yes." The maid lowered her eyes. "The Immortal Lord instructed that you should return after you finish your meal."

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly sat down at the table.

The relaxed and cheerful mood vanished almost instantly, replaced by that familiar, heavy sense of powerlessness.

It turns out I didn't forget her; I just gave her some time to spend with her sister.

Lin Zhiyao picked up her chopsticks and ate without tasting anything.

She could barely taste what the food in the bowl tasted like; she only felt that each bite was difficult to swallow.

"Sister! Try this, it's delicious."

Her younger sister picked up a piece of food for her.

Lin Zhiyao paused slightly, quickly adjusted her mindset, looked up, and gave her younger sister a gentle and warm smile.

At least in front of my sister, I can't show a frustrated expression.

At least don't let your younger sister become anxious and uneasy as well.

Her younger sister had already gone through so much hardship, suffering from leg problems since childhood. Now that there was finally hope for her leg to be cured, she couldn't let her sister worry about her.

As for the rest... let's take it one step at a time.

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, suppressing her unease and panic.

The meal took almost half an hour to finish.

When the maids came in to clear the dishes, they signaled to Lin Zhiyao that she could get ready to leave.

Lin Zhiwan was also getting sleepy.

Lin Zhiyao tucked her in, then leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep. I'll come see you again tomorrow."

"Sister, you must come tomorrow," Lin Zhiwan said groggily.

"I'll definitely come."

Lin Zhiyao touched her hair, then turned and followed the maid out the door.

As the door closed behind her, the maidservant said respectfully, "Miss, please follow me."

Lin Zhiyao nodded without saying anything.

The maid raised her hand and formed a hand seal, a faint spiritual light emanating from her fingertips as she drew a circle in the air.

The next instant, Lin Zhiyao felt a blur before her eyes, and the surrounding scenery became as blurry as if it had been washed by water. When it became clear again, she was no longer outside the small courtyard where her sister was.

Lin Zhiyao blinked, somewhat dazed.

We've arrived...?

She still isn't used to the magical arts of Cangwu Mountain.

Lin Zhiyao looked up.

Before my eyes, there was a misty, ethereal atmosphere.

Inside, one can see a magnificent palace, its entire structure translucent, gleaming with a faint, shimmering light in the night.

The palace has a high and wide roof, carved beams and painted rafters, and lifelike mythical beast reliefs entwined on the golden pillars.

The hall was unlit, yet it was as bright as day, the source of which was unknown, as if moonlight were gathering.

The ground was paved with some kind of translucent jade, with flowing light seemingly moving slowly beneath it. When Lin Zhiyao stepped on it, it felt like she was walking on water, yet it was steady and smooth.

Lin Zhiyao walked carefully, afraid of stepping on something and breaking it.

This place is so beautiful, it seems like something out of place on earth.

The hall was very quiet.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, a kind of incense she couldn't identify, crisp and lingering, and one breath made her feel lightheaded.

Lin Zhiyao didn't pay much attention and followed the maid inside.

Then, she saw Shen Jin.

He sat by the window in front of the chessboard, dressed in white, his dark hair half-tied up, the rest falling over his shoulders, making his face appear even more cold and white as jade.

He rested his chin on one hand, while his other long, slender fingers held a chess piece, which he slowly placed on the chessboard, playing against himself.

I didn't look at her.

He didn't even look up.

His profile is sharp and aloof, with distant eyes and brows.

He was aloof and handsome, like a statue sculpted from ice and jade, unapproachable and unreachable, even his robes were spotless.

The moment Lin Zhiyao's gaze fell upon him, she couldn't help but recall the scenes from this morning and last night—

The force with which he pressed down on her, the brutality of his kisses, his hot breath as he bit her earlobe, the blush-inducing words he uttered...

Lin Zhiyao's pretty face instantly flushed pink, and her gaze quickly shifted away as if burned, not daring to look again.

Who would have thought?

How passionate and crazy must this seemingly upright and virtuous immortal lord be when he treats her in private?