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In a world of just two people, from dawn to dusk and back again, everything was forgotten, nothing mattered, only an unending tenderness and sweetness lingered.
I couldn't recall when I had fallen asleep, but when I woke up, it was already midday. I tried to turn over but couldn't help letting out a soft groan; my body felt completely limp, utterly exhausted.
If I could, I would have slept until the next morning.
Yet, I woke up on my own. This wasn't some mansion; it wasn't that I feared being ridiculed or scolded, but rather the thought of not being able to see him while I slept left me feeling unsatisfied.
I reached out beside me, but he was indeed gone. I sighed quietly in my heart; no matter how strong one might be, the physical strength of a woman and a man truly cannot be compared. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been left in such a state.
Struggling to prop myself up, the thin silk quilt slipped off my body.
I looked at myself in surprise; the body that had been cherished by my lover the night before had transformed into something crystal-clear and voluptuous, with curves that were undeniably alluring. A sense of inexplicable shyness and lingering sweetness rose gently within me.
I must be different now.
“Awake?”
I heard the soft sound of a brush being placed back into its holder.
Startled, I turned to look and saw Nie Qiuyuan with his back to me. He had just set down his brush on the table and wiped the paper before turning around to face me with a smile.
Was he practicing calligraphy? It was quite a novel experience for me since I rarely saw him write. With his vast knowledge, I believed he must have read countless books, yet he was not a scholar in my eyes; detectives belonged more to the realm of warriors.
Dressed in a deep blue long robe that softened his features, his jet-black hair was carelessly tied to one side, giving him an air of laziness and ease.
It was a look only someone close could see, filling me with a sense of exclusive excitement.
Qiuyuan set aside what he was doing and walked over to the side. He brought a bowl over and sat down at my bedside, reaching out to help me sit up.
I finally caught a whiff of the rich aroma of food, and it made me feel hungry all of a sudden. After all, I had been immersed in our little world since yesterday afternoon, with no thought for the mundane pleasures of life.
In the bowl was a fragrant serving of Braised Noodle, simple yet exquisite, stirring up my appetite.
Qiu placed the chopsticks in my hands and draped a robe over my shoulders.
My idol was always like this; without needing to say a word, he knew exactly what I needed and brought it to me at the first opportunity.
So I decided not to be polite anymore. From now on, this was my exclusive privilege—why not enjoy it fully?
The taste of the noodles was truly delightful, evoking a sense of happiness deep within me, one that had been cultivated through countless experiences across lifetimes. I quickly devoured the noodles, and Qiu took the bowl from me, returning my smile.
With my stomach full, my mind became clear. Suddenly, I felt it was time to seize the moment and bask in his affection.
I grabbed his wrist and leaned my head on his shoulder, putting on a slightly coy tone as I laid the groundwork.
“The noodles are incredibly delicious.”
“What is Zhenzhen really thinking?”
As expected, my little thoughts couldn't escape his keen perception, so I had to confess my intentions.
“I’ve heard you’re quite skilled at cooking. When will I have the honor of tasting your cooking?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you silly?”
“Nie Qiuyuan, I thought you were open-minded. It’s not like I’m asking you to cook every day; don’t worry!”
“Haven’t you already tasted it? Besides, there have been so many times…”
"Have you tasted it so many times?" I looked at him in surprise, only to see him glance at the empty bowl on the table.
Could it be that the exquisite Braised Noodle I just had was made by him?
If he has done it many times, then the Night Phantom must have quietly placed delicate breakfasts on my desk during some mornings. Did he make those too?
Oh my, what a pure expression this is; I was completely unaware.
Happiness is when you desire something and suddenly realize you've had it for a long time. How can such a feeling be described?
I tried to climb onto his arm, attempting to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. As I shifted, it felt as if my bones were scattering, and I let out a small "ouch." He instinctively pulled me into his embrace.
"I never knew you went through all this trouble for me..." Thinking of the thin noodles he made in front of others, I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
He chuckled softly and extended his left hand toward me.
"You've already put on the ring; why worry about these things?"
If being near him meant sinking deeper into indulgence, what should I do?
"Zhenzhen," Qiu said, his smile fading as he turned serious. "I want to ask you about someone. Do you know her?"
Oh, what a drastic change in topic. The Tang Dynasty is my territory; who could be worth inquiring about?
"There's a woman, probably around my age, with very fair skin, tall stature, an oval face, big eyes, and her hair..." He gestured to indicate hair that just reached past his shoulders. "Her hair is tied up high at the back of her head, looking quite lively."
Is he asking about another woman just two days into our marriage? What does Nie Qiuyuan mean by this?
But this description sounds somewhat familiar.
Moreover, the length of her hair, which fell just past her shoulders, was styled in a ponytail. Such a hairstyle would be unthinkable in the Tang Dynasty, where it was believed that "hair and skin are gifts from one's parents," and cutting one's hair was not taken lightly.
I was astonished to realize that the woman he described bore a striking resemblance to my own self from the 1st century.
How could this be possible?
As I marveled at this revelation, Qiu continued speaking.
“She wore very strange clothing. On top, she had a tight white shirt that accentuated her curves at the waist. Below, she wore a slightly thick, light blue skirt that was quite short, reaching just to her knees. Her legs were exposed… and her shoes were odd too, with her toes showing… painted in bright red…”
He hesitated as if he were describing something scandalous, but as the listener, I felt increasingly alarmed. How could this possibly be the attire of ancient people? A white shirt, denim skirt, sandals, and red nail polish—this was clearly the outfit of a modern girl, and it was exactly my signature style.
Let’s not even get into why a tomboy would wear red nail polish; for some inexplicable reason, I simply liked it. I loved bright red; it always made me feel spirited. Every time I painted my fingers and toes with red polish, it felt like a ritual that filled me with strength.
So, could this really be me? How could Qiu know what I looked like in modern times?
I instinctively tightened my grip on his shirt.
“You know her, don’t you?” he asked eagerly.
I didn’t know how to respond; I could only feel disbelief.
He wrapped one arm around me while using the other to pull a piece of paper from the table. It turned out he had been drawing; on that paper was a portrait of a woman.
I stared at the drawing, both shocked and disheveled by the wind of emotions swirling within me.
This artwork lacked any artistic flair; it was a straightforward sketch capturing only the woman’s head. Yet every facial feature was depicted without omission, with remarkable precision. This technique was typically used by police when creating wanted posters; in this era, such drawings were only seen on bounty notices.
And the woman in this wanted poster—one glance confirmed it beyond doubt; it was me, my modern self. There was no mistake about it.
How could this be?
He noticed my shocked expression and pulled me even closer, tentatively asking,
“Zhenzhen, is that you?”
How could this be?
“Zhenzhen, it’s you, isn’t it?”
I nodded vigorously.
“How did you know…”
Before I could finish my sentence, his warm lips silenced me. After a moment of back and forth, I realized that his emotions seemed to be quite intense.
“Zhenzhen, I saw her.”
“Ah? When?”
How could this be? But if what he said wasn’t true, how could he have accurately depicted my appearance?
“Last night, when we were together, as I held you, in a fleeting moment, I saw her face so clearly, so deeply etched in my mind. At that instant, I suddenly felt that no matter where you are, I could find you; no matter what form you take, I would recognize you. So I guess, maybe this is your true self.”
Could such a thing happen? Could he really see through my shell and directly perceive the essence of my soul?
What reason would there be not to believe that he is indeed my destined one?
“Zhenzhen…”
"Well..."
"She is beautiful, I am lucky, and I have fallen in love with her..."
I answered him with a kiss.
She loves you too. She changed her demeanor and came to this unfamiliar world for you. She fell in love with you long before you fell for her, and she will continue to love you until the end of time.
That was my answer.
After a long embrace, Qiu gently massaged my sore shoulders and back, kneading for a while before bringing over my clothes, helping me put them on one by one.
It felt as if I had lost the ability to take care of myself. Well, even just this once, let me be helpless.
"Zhenzhen, there's something I need to tell you, but please don't get angry." After flattering me, he spoke cautiously.
"Just say it directly. Beating around the bush will only make me anxious."
"Originally, I wanted to spend some quality time with you here at Wanzi Mountain for a few days and then take you out to have some fun—just the two of us—experiencing the joys of wandering the world together."
That was indeed a wonderful plan, almost like a honeymoon. If I could travel alone with him just once, it would be incredibly sweet.
But he said "originally," and even if I were foolish, I understood that this plan had already fallen through.
"But yesterday, right before our good days began, an urgent letter arrived from the capital. The affairs at the Dali Temple are in chaos; there’s no way around it. I need to hurry back to take up my post."
"Okay, so what does that mean?"
"It means I can only stay here for three to five days at most before I have to return to Chang'an."
I just want to know one thing.
"Are you taking me back to Chang'an?"
"Of course! How could I possibly leave you behind? I couldn't bear it."
"Then, are you taking me with you to solve cases?"
The male god smiled, the corners of his lips curling up.
"My dear wife, when it comes to solving cases, it's hard to say if I can compare to you when you're serious. With such a capable assistant like you, how could I not make use of you?"
I slammed my hand on the table and stood up.
"What's there to be angry about? Let's go, even if we leave tomorrow!"
Nie Qiuyuan sighed and shook his head with a smile.
What is there to be angry about? My hands have been itching for action. As long as I can be with you, I'm not afraid of anything. Even if we have to venture into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, as long as I'm holding your hand, I'd gladly embrace it.
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