Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

She nodded, meeting the man's handsome yet dangerous eyes.

The cooling sensation from the ointment hadn't completely subsided when she buried her face in the pillow again.

I just want to wake up from this dream soon and not have to face all this absurdity.

However, the other party clearly did not allow her to have her way, and the cloth she was using to cover herself was easily removed by him.

Su Wuli curled up, her back exposed to the cool air.

He raised his hand, and his calloused fingertips gently brushed across a spot on her lower back.

There is an old scar there, not grotesque, but clear enough.

You can't feel anything unusual by touching it.

Su Wuli's body stiffened abruptly.

"What is this?" the man's voice rang out, simply asking.

It's as if you're observing an unexpected flaw in an object.

Su Wuli remained silent for a few seconds, observing that the man showed no signs of anger.

Then, in a hoarse voice, he answered in a low voice, "...a scar from an accidental injury."

The few words he uttered seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

A car accident that nearly took everything from her left her; she barely survived.

Thankfully, she survived.

A long silence.

Su Wuli could feel his gaze lingering on that old scar.

The air was still, with only the candlelight flickering restlessly.

She felt incredibly awkward and out of place, as if she were just an object for men to admire.

However, the next second, he slightly raised his hand and covered her with a brocade quilt.

Su Wuli felt a sense of release and let out a heavy breath.

Looking at the man's cold face, he didn't seem so fierce anymore.

I don't know why, but a tiny bit of courage welled up inside me.

Perhaps it was his application of medicine that gave her hope, or perhaps it was the brocade quilt that covered her dignity.

Her gaze fell upon the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

He was dressed in black robes with dark hair, his face half-lit and half-shadowed by the candlelight.

"You..." Her voice was dry, tinged with a desperate, tentative tone, "What do you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows twitched slightly. He didn't say anything, but just looked down at her quietly.

"Money?" Su Wuli asked as if she had grasped at the last straw.

His speech quickened, tinged with urgency, "I have money... as long as you let me go..."

She can buy it and cook it for him.

"Money?" the man repeated, a faint smile playing on his lips.

There was no laughter in it, only a hint of mockery, as if one were hearing a child's fairy tale.

Seeing this, Su Wuli's heart sank, and she quickly added.

"Or anything else... I can help you. I'm a celebrity, lots of people know me, I can help you..."

Ghosts who have been dead for so long and haven't been reincarnated are probably those who have some unresolved attachments.

But Su Wuli didn't dare to say it directly, for fear of angering him.

"Celebrity?" The man caught the completely unfamiliar word.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold scrutiny in them instantly turned into a hint of inquiry.

What is a celebrity?

The strange wording undoubtedly deepened his suspicions.

He suddenly reached out and pinched Su Wuli's chin, forcing her to raise her face and meet his unfathomable eyes.

"Explain yourself." Every word he uttered was like a warning. "Name, background, everything."

Her chin was pinched painfully, and his gaze seemed to want to dissect her from the inside out.

The fear, helplessness, and shame that had been building up over the past few days finally broke through Su Wuli's already fragile psychological defenses.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, tears streamed down her face, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I... my name is Su Wuli... I'm not from here... I don't know why I'm here... I woke up here... I don't know... I really don't know anything..."

She spoke incoherently, almost collapsing as she confessed everything, "Celebrities... are what you call actors."

The large hand gripping her chin did not loosen its hold.

He scrutinized every expression on her face.

His doubts remained, but his identity as an actor eased his tense nerves somewhat.

If they were truly spies sent by the authorities, they could be trained as singers and dancers, or disguised as women from official families.

That would be far more reasonable than a lowly actor.

Perhaps... what she said wasn't untrue?

The thought struck him as absurd, even to himself.

"An actor..."

Su Wuli listened as the man uttered those two words, wondering why he only cared about those two words.

Then he opened his lips and said softly, "Actor."

Su Wuli met the man's gaze, which held scrutiny and suspicion.

His gaze was even measuring every expression on her face.

In this breathtaking eye contact.

Su Wuli looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her gaze almost pleading.

With a trembling voice, she asked the question that had been hidden in her heart for so long, "Who...who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man finally released his grip on her chin.

However, his fingertips did not move away, but instead stroked her cheek.

The movements were a bit slow.

"Yu Chen." He spoke calmly, his gaze fixed on her eyes, not missing a single reaction from her. "Bei Ning, Regent."

Yu Chen? Regent?

Su Wuli was slightly taken aback; she felt like she had heard this name somewhere before.

As he pondered, he slowly turned around, his expression unreadable.

Su Wuli didn't dare to ask.

After a while, Yu Chen walked back to the bedside and sat down again, his gaze falling on Su Wuli's face.

The person in front of him could dispel his stubborn insomnia.

It would be a pity to kill him.

The risks of keeping it are unknown, but the benefits are immediate.

Under his scrutiny, Su Wuli unconsciously swallowed, as if waiting for him to condemn her.

Life and death are in his hands.

Su Wuli had already lost in her subconscious and could only wait for the verdict.

This wasn't the first time she'd faced such a situation; she was already used to it. As long as she curled up and hid in a corner, she wouldn't be seen.

"Actor," he said, uttering those two words again, then added, "I'll believe you for now."

Did he believe it?

Su Wuli couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her expression completely undisguised.

"But since you've entered my dreams, you have your purpose." He leaned forward slightly, casting a shadow over me. "From now on, you must appear every night."

"Why?" Su Wuli's voice was filled with confusion.

Why does it have to be her?

Yu Chen's gaze fell on her. "You don't need to know."

"No..." Su Wuli blurted out subconsciously, then remembered to observe the man's expression.

"Don't want to?" Yu Chen's gaze swept meaningfully over her skin wrapped in the brocade quilt, where there were traces he had left behind.

His fingertips slid down her hair, lightly brushing against her earlobe.

"You kept saying no, but that's not the truth..."