Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1669: His Excellency the Thousand-Year Lord (21)
Yin Shen’s room didn’t have many things, just simple furnishings, and the colors were exceptionally monotonous and oppressive.
Yin Shen took off his cloak, casually placed it aside, walked over to the table, and poured a glass of water for Chuzheng.
After surveying the room, Chuzheng accepted the glass from Yin Shen’s hand: "Won’t there be any trouble if you bring me here?"
Yin Shen: "No."
Chuzheng raised her eyes: "Are you so sure?" A corrupted Good Person Card is different, speaking so confidently.
Yin Shen chuckled lightly: "Everyone in the palace is under my control. With you here, I have the final say."
"Oh." Something seemed off with this statement.
Chuzheng looked at him with caution, but Yin Shen showed no sign of anything unusual.
Yin Shen contemplated for a moment: "You can tell me about the Ji Family’s case. Maybe I can help overturn it."
He had investigated the matters of the past, but effective evidence was scarce due to the passage of time.
Chuzheng was puzzled: "Why help overturn the Ji Family’s case?"
This is not within her mission scope.
I won’t do it!
Yin Shen was slightly surprised: "You don’t want to?"
Hadn’t she returned to the Capital City to overturn the Ji Family’s case?
Chuzheng said indifferently: "Never thought about it."
It’s not ’don’t want to,’ but ’never thought about it.’ She had never considered overturning the Ji Family’s case.
Chuzheng clearly remembered her tasks; overturning the Ji Family’s case was not one of them, so she naturally was unwilling to exert the effort.
Chuzheng said she didn’t want to, and Yin Shen didn’t pursue further.
He introduced some basic conditions of the palace to Chuzheng, including where he lived and some nearby palaces.
Once they cleaned up the room next door, Yin Shen took her over.
Although it was a study room, the space was not small; the bookshelves had been moved, making it a normal room.
"If you need anything, just tell the people downstairs. They’ll prepare it for you."
"Okay."
Yin Shen had items added for Chuzheng, and the once empty room was quickly filled.
Yin Shen had matters to attend to and left, while Chuzheng wandered around the room before heading out.
When she came out, the people outside bowed slightly, kept their eyes down, and didn’t dare to glance at her.
Chuzheng walked towards the palace exit and was stopped at the door, kindly reminded not to leave.
"Miss, please don’t leave here for now."
Chuzheng: "..."
Understanding that moving around the palace carelessly is not allowed, Chuzheng returned to the room and just laid there.
The people outside observed her for a while and passed the news to Yin Shen.
Yin Shen felt rather good, his brows showing warmth.
Yet, the more he was like this, the more nervous the people around him became.
The Lord has become increasingly unpredictable...
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In the evening.
Yin Shen returned after finishing his affairs. Chuzheng had moved a chair and was lying under the tree in the courtyard, with the sunset’s afterglow dappling her, presenting an overall warm appearance.
Yet, looking closely, one could sense an aloof detachment that made one instinctively halt and stay away.
Yin Shen waved his hand for everyone to leave.
Yin Shen walked over lightly and removed a leaf from Chuzheng’s shoulder.
The girl who had her eyes shut opened them and glanced at him coldly. Yin Shen smiled, "Did I wake you?"
"I wasn’t asleep." After saying this, Chuzheng closed her eyes again.
Yin Shen rolled the leaf between his fingertips a few times: "Miss Chuzheng, do you feel bored staying here?"
Chuzheng: "Not really."
Not squandering money feels quite nice.
Just...
Forget it, no need to dispute with him for now.
Pet your own Good Person Card.
Yin Shen’s eyes slightly narrowed, his pupils reflecting the girl, delicate and beautiful.
At this moment, she lay quietly under the tree, surrounded by light and shadows, like an elegant and noble spirit within the forest.
Yin Shen’s fingers moved to Chuzheng’s cheek.
The next second he withdrew his hand and softly asked, "Miss Chuzheng, are you hungry?"
Chuzheng wasn’t very hungry, but it was about time for a meal.
Yin Shen led Chuzheng to eat, serving exquisite dishes, mistakenly resembling the Emperor’s meal.
The two didn’t converse much, after dining, Yin Shen escorted Chuzheng to her room, advising her to rest well and not to worry about other matters.
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Chuzheng’s first night in the palace was restless due to outside noises, very loud.
It was only after wrapping herself in the blanket did she manage to doze off.
The next morning, stepping out revealed Palace Maids and eunuchs with lowered heads, appearing fearful.
Chuzheng quickly learned what they were afraid of, Yin Shen was angry.
The assassin who appeared last night didn’t injure anyone, yet caused a significant commotion.
Boom—
As Chuzheng walked to the doorway, a porcelain cup shattered at her feet.
Fragments brushed past her skirt and fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.
"What did I keep you for? An assassin came right up to you and you still didn’t notice!"
Yin Shen’s gloomy voice was heard inside.
No one answered from within.
"Find them today or face punishment yourselves! Still kneeling there? Waiting for me to catch them?"
"..."
Finally, there was some sound within, a group of people rushed out.
Seeing Chuzheng there, they paused, then bowed their heads and hurried away.
Chuzheng peered inside, lots of shattered porcelain pieces lay on the ground, a mess.
Yin Shen sat at the head spot, eyes downcast, arm draped over the armrest, fingertips hanging down, deep red blood dripping downward.
Droplets of blood on white porcelain resembled blossoming red plum on snow, dazzling and vivid.
Perceiving someone outside, Yin Shen followed the light, his extraordinarily handsome face gloomy like a sky laden with clouds, with turbulent waves seeming to surge in his pupils.
That stare was hair-raising.
The next second, Yin Shen pulled his hand into his sleeve, erasing his sullen expression, his voice clear, "Miss Chuzheng, you’re awake?"
The speed of this change left Chuzheng impressed.
Impressive, my card.
Chuzheng walked in: "Is your hand injured?"
"It’s fine." Yin Shen stood up, putting his hand behind his back: "Shall I accompany the Miss to breakfast?"
Chuzheng: "Let me see."
Yin Shen: "?"
Chuzheng reached out: "Hand, let me see."
Yin Shen: "..."
The room suddenly fell silent, quiet enough to hear each other’s breaths.
After a while, the faint sound of clothing rustled, and Yin Shen brought out his hand from behind, extending it towards Chuzheng, fingertips resting in her palm.
The blood-stained fingertips instantly marked Chuzheng’s palm with blood.
With his fingertip, Yin Shen felt the warmth in Chuzheng’s palm, slowly transferring from the fingertips, spreading throughout his hand, slowly permeating his entire body.
A voice shouted internally.
Take her...
She is yours...
Yin Shen suddenly lowered his lashes, the tips of the eyelashes concealed the glint in his eyes.
Chuzheng remained expressionless, clasping his fingers, pushing his sleeve up to the wrist.
The man’s hands were distinctly jointed, as exquisitely beautiful as artwork.
Even stained with blood at the moment, they possessed a different kind of beauty, captivating one’s gaze.
