her lips to meet his. "Shi Lifen, I promise I'll only take advantage of you. I won't have those thoughts about anyone else. How about it Let me take another advantage"He was a little blank, and didn't...One-Product General's Mansion, Qingliang Courtyard

Yè Wēn Yán sat by the bedside of Mù's bed, casting a sleep spell, and maidservant Dān Nuò didn't notice her arrival at all. 。Mu slept with a stuffed doll. It was hand-sewn and not very attractive, looking rather old. 。The doll's body is simply a square, filled with cotton inside. It doesn't have arms or legs, only a round head with two braids made of cloth rope hanging down. 。The features were painted on with rouge, but over time they have faded and become unclear. 。She rummaged through the original owner's memories and quickly remembered this ragdoll. 。This was handmade by Mu when the original owner was four or five years old for her to play with. The original owner loved it very much. 。Because this era didn't have many dolls yet, the Mu family came up with this as a sudden idea. The craftsmanship wasn't very fine, it was just to amuse their daughter for fun. 。This doll was held by its original owner for many years, and it must be imbued with the scent of her daughter. Therefore, Mu shi hugged it to her chest now, even falling asleep without letting go. 。She felt a twinge of sadness, reached out and touched it twice, then pulled the slipping sheet up, before finally disappearing from the room. 。The First Rank General's Mansion didn't hold much belonging for her. But due to the original owner's body condition, whenever she came into contact with someone close, this body would automatically secrete a kind of emotion, stimulating her to treat these people as her own kin. 。Ye Wenyan wasn't too averse to this, after all, she still cherished the memories of her former life's Xuanmai. To harbor feelings like this for him was a matter of cause and effect, a form of compensation given to her by Lao Ye. 。A slender girl moved silently through the First Rank General's Mansion. 。She returned home this time specifically for Qihua Pavilion. 。What happened on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month remains a mystery to this day, and who was responsible for it is still unknown. 。Although Shi Liyuan burned down Su Wangfu in a fit of rage, he also insisted that this matter was inseparable from Ye Fei Zhou. 。The second wife's residence was always locked up. Ji Dedu and Ji Rong did their jobs very well, never leaving the courtyard day or night. Even when it came to meals, Jimama personally delivered them, making the two stand in the courtyard and eat in the cold wind. 。By the time Ye Wen arrived, Ji Rong was sprawled asleep on a stone table. Only Ji Duo remained, his eyes fixed on the door of the study while he also listened intently to all directions, keeping a close watch on any movement around them. 。The stone table in winter was extra cold. As she walked past, she gently pinched a flower petal and gave Jìróng a warm goodnight dream. 。All of this was silent. Even a skilled warrior like Ji Dedu couldn't detect the hiding spirit cultivator. 。It was just a sudden burst of floral fragrance, with a hint of sandalwood. This made Ji Dedu feel wary. 。He got up and turned around, trying to find the source of the two smells, but before he could, the fragrance was gone again. 。The members of the Ji family are extremely sensitive to the smell of Xiang, because it is the scent commonly used by the Emperor. Because it is frequently used by the Emperor, regardless of the country, from royalty to commoners, they are all forbidden to use Xiang. 。The Quanzhou Ji family has trained their descendants for hundreds of years to be familiar with this scent, using it to distinguish those who have remained loyal through the generations. 。If the scent of divinity descends, there's only one possibility: The Emperor is here. 。Jié knelt down, kowtowed three times towards the direction from which the fragrance had wafted, then rose and stood respectfully to one side. 。 their hands icy cold, making him shiver and tremble. 。The Emperor was on the verge of tears. "A-yan, what are you doing" "What am I doing You've lived for over four hundred years, and you can't figur...