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The person on the bed stirred from a deep sleep, instinctively touching their face before casting a cold gaze toward Yushan.
Slowly, he propped himself up, the blanket sliding down to reveal his bare chest.
In the dim light, his expression was unclear, but his voice was low as he said, "Reflecting on the glorious past, it seems that today marks the eighth anniversary of the death of the last person who truly knew my identity..."
Yushan abruptly pushed open the window and leaped out.
Inside the room, Xing Qin, or Qin Zhenglan, who looked as tender as a young cabbage, lazily leaned against the window, happily talking to herself, "Do you think you can escape? Master..."
At the entrance of the inn, her master and senior brother were anxiously waiting. "You finally came out! Hurry up and get moving; otherwise, you'll have to sleep outside tonight..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yushan snatched the reins from her senior brother's hand, leaped onto the horse, and with a swirl of yellow dust, she vanished down the official road. Her distant roar echoed back, "Ah—!"
Her senior brother scratched his head. "Master, it seems like junior sister is quite excited..."
Her master slowly mounted his horse. "Well, she can finally go home..."
...
Recently, Yushan had been feeling very melancholic; she couldn't eat or sleep. Each day she gazed up at the blue sky with a bright yet sorrowful expression, sighing in despair.
"Reflecting on the glorious past, it seems that today marks the eighth anniversary of the death of the last person who truly knew my identity..."
Qin Zhenglan's chilling words still echoed in her ears. Yushan had been plagued by nightmares every night and would wake up checking if her head was still intact.
After fifteen days of tormenting nightmares, heaven finally showed her mercy and arranged for an "end."
That morning, when Yushan opened the door, she saw a handsome young man standing at her doorstep—none other than Qin Zhenglan, who had come to visit after recovering from his injuries and carrying a bundle.
He stepped through the door, remaining silent as he quietly observed Yushan for a long while. As he watched her complexion shift from pale to flushed, then to ashen, it seemed she was on the verge of fainting when he gently said, "I miss you."
Yushan replied, "I miss you too; I see you in my dreams every night."
She ignored the joy that flickered across Qin Zhenglan's face at her words, having already steeled herself for what was to come.
With a defiant tilt of her chin, she proclaimed, "Come on! Give me a swift end!"
A grain of rice lingered at the corner of her mouth, and Qin Zhenglan lowered his head to gently kiss it away before boldly capturing Yushan's lips with his own.
In her dazed state, she heard his declaration: "Those who see my true form must die, but my master is just too adorable. So I plan to torment you slowly for a lifetime until you perish."
The poor female constable, still young and lacking in vitality, fainted once more in the embrace of her visitor.
Six months later.
The sun had climbed high into the sky. The Chief Constable had finished his duties and was about to head home for a meal.
Turning back, he noticed Yushan still hunched over her desk, diligently critiquing official documents. Satisfied with her work ethic, the Chief Constable walked over to greet her. "Little girl, aren't you going home for dinner?"
In a moment of distraction, he thought he saw a tear slide down Yushan's cheek as she replied, "No, I need to finish all this work before I go back!"
Better never to return at all.
The Chief Constable nodded in appreciation and offered her some words of praise before leaving.
Time passed, and after feeling dizzy from hunger while resting her head on the desk, Yushan sensed someone standing in front of her again. Weakly waving her hand, she said, "I know; I'll go eat soon. You all can head back."
After a long pause without a response, Yushan lifted her head in confusion.
The boy before her, with a face that looked much younger than his actual age, wore a faded blue outfit and carried a basket of vegetables. He looked up at her with a radiant smile, saying, "Master, I've been waiting for you to return home. I figured you must be busy with official duties, so I specially brought you some vegetables."
"Ah!" Yushan jumped back as if she had seen a ghost, leaping to the corner of the wall.
The House Slave slowly approached her.
"Oh!" Yushan trembled, "What do you want? What do you want?! I'll call for help!"
"What do I want?" The House Slave said with sultry eyes, both alluring and ambiguous. "You treated me like that last night, and now you're asking what I want? Isn't it a bit late for that?"
"Ah!" Tears streamed down Yushan's face. "That was just me getting drunk at my celebration banquet last night! In my drunken state, I lost control, and this demon was teasing me back and forth, which led to... well, you know..."
The House Slave narrowed his eyes threateningly. "You ruined my innocence; you must marry me!"
"Absolutely not!" Yushan refused vehemently and dashed for the door, determined not to be paired with a liar! "Ah—"
She felt like she was about to break down! She hadn't even reported his true identity to the Government Office (she admitted she didn't have the guts!), yet this demon had come knocking on her door, insisting on staying as her House Slave. He acted as if he had grown accustomed to being enslaved and no longer wished to rise up against it, constantly flaunting himself and enticing her, a Good Family Girl...
"Master, are you suddenly craving a home-cooked meal?" demon grinned sinisterly from behind her, grabbing the vegetable basket and leaping after her.
"Don't—!"
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