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Chapter 138 Torturing me is more like it

After saying this, Shen Fuhan looked at Hui'er.

"What did you say just now?"

A faint smile lingered on his lips, and Hui'er's heart began to race.

She met his gaze shyly and asked, "My lord, which question are you referring to?"

Shen Fuhan said calmly, "You almost exposed my identity?"

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion, yet Hui'er felt her legs go weak for no apparent reason.

She stammered, "This servant...this servant only wanted to intimidate that beautiful young lady, I didn't mean to say it out loud."

Shen Fuhan asked in a cold voice, "If someone hadn't stopped you, what were you going to say?"

"Slave..."

Hui'er felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't come up with a coherent answer for a long time.

Shen Fuhan was too lazy to waste any more words with her and looked at Wen Jiayue: "You handle your maid."

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "I can't make that decision myself, after all, she's a maid sent by the old lady."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "She's just a maid, why be so cautious?"

But he still made the decision for her: "Considering that you haven't committed any serious offense, your monthly allowance will be halved this month."

Hui'er gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Excellency."

“Don’t call me Lord Marquis,” Shen Fuhan glanced at her, “Just call me Young Master Shen.”

"Yes, Young Master Shen."

After feeding the fish, Wen Jiayue was filled with anxiety for a long time, but Shen Fuhan still did not take any action.

She then remembered that they were in a temple, and Shen Fuhan should be a Buddhist, so he would not act rashly in such a place.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As evening approached, pilgrims gradually left, while those who stayed overnight went to eat vegetarian meals.

Wen Jiayue was also a little hungry, so she decided to go eat vegetarian food.

She had never eaten at a temple before, and only knew that the food was extremely bland. She was prepared for it to be unpalatable, but to her surprise, it tasted quite good.

She was so tempted that she ate half a bowl more.

Feeling a bit full after the meal, the two took a walk in the temple.

Under the cover of night, the temple bells ring out from time to time, and the sound of monks chanting sutras comes from afar.

As Wen Jiayue gazed at the bright moon in the sky, her mind was exceptionally peaceful and relaxed, as if she had distanced herself from the troubles of the world.

But she couldn't escape the turmoil; when she returned to Chang'an, bloodshed would still await her.

However, things have improved; at least she won't be as passive as she was in her previous life.

Confined to her small house, she could do only so much, slowly planning for her and her daughter's future.

Seeing that she was lost in thought, Shen Fuhan asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Jiayue said softly, "I miss Zhaozhao."

"I'll be back the day after tomorrow, don't worry."

Perhaps it was the soft moonlight that softened Shen Fuhan's tone.

Wen Jiayue nodded: "Let's go back to our quarters."

She had walked for a long time today, and her legs were sore and weak that she could hardly walk anymore.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Weren't we going for a walk to digest our food?"

"I'm too tired," Wen Jiayue turned and walked towards her quarters. "If my husband wants to continue, then he can go for a walk by himself."

Shen Fuhan had no choice but to follow her.

Temples have their own rules and regulations, which are very strict, unlike restaurants and inns. Men and women stay separately, in separate rooms for men and women.

Having escaped another night, Wen Jiayue walked briskly towards the women's quarters.

Shen Fuhan called out to her.

Wen Jiayue turned around in confusion: "Is there something else, husband?"

She still wore a gentle smile, her almond-shaped eyes were bright, and the pale moonlight enveloped her, making even her hair glow.

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment before asking, "What time are you getting up tomorrow?"

“I don’t know either,” Wen Jiayue asked worriedly, “Does my husband have something to do?”

"Maybe there will be."

She immediately said, "Then I'll get up early. If my husband is planning to leave early, he must send someone to call me."

Shen Fuhan narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly nodded.

He gazed at her retreating figure, pondering for a long time.

Ling He suddenly appeared and said in a low voice, "My lord, just as you guessed, Third Master Yu is indeed going to see someone."

Shen Fuhan collected his thoughts and asked calmly, "Have you found out who it is?"

"A monk."

"What's the background?"

Ling He immediately replied, "I have a clean family background. My parents died when I was seven. I have been a monk in the temple for twelve years and have long since severed all worldly ties."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I find nothing suspicious."

Shen Fuhan snorted coldly: "Does Yu Yin intend to go listen to a sermon?"

Ling He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This subordinate has not considered things thoroughly."

“We also need to keep an eye on the other suspicious person. As for Yu Yin,” he pondered for a moment, “I’ll go there myself.”

"Yes."

The person he's looking for is hiding too well.

Over the years, he has changed his identity and name several times, and has even been recruiting soldiers, posing a great threat to the emperor.

He would never overlook any clue.

The seemingly peaceful night passed, and as dawn broke, birds began to chirp.

Wen Jiayue had a sweet dream, and a smile crept onto her lips as she slowly opened her eyes.

Ruyi walked in and, seeing that she looked well, said confidently, "Madam must have slept very well last night."

“Perhaps it’s because I dreamt about Zhaozhao,” Wen Jiayue said with a smile. “I dreamt that she called out ‘Mother.’”

As Ruyi served her, she said, "Miss is already six months old. Maybe she'll start calling after you go back."

Wen Jiayue thought for a moment. Zhao Zhao wouldn't be able to say "mother" until she was ten months old, and even then, her pronunciation was still unclear. It would be a while before she could say it.

"Daddy" is easier to pronounce. Zhao Zhao learned it quickly, mastering it in nine months, and she pronounces it perfectly.

This time, she'll teach Zhao Zhao to call her "Mother" first; Shen Fuhan should just step aside.

She put the matter aside and asked, "Has the Marquis sent anyone over?"

Ruyi shook her head and quickly shushed her, "Madam, please don't call me by the wrong name again."

She remembered that yesterday, as soon as the Marquis said that the way he addressed her was wrong, the lady's expression changed.

She couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

Thinking of this, she hesitated and asked, "Could it be that...Young Master Shen intends to punish you?"

"It's more like he's torturing me," Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. "Don't mention this, maybe he'll forget about it."

Even she herself didn't believe it.

As soon as Wen Jiayue stepped out of her room, the guards who had been waiting there quietly left.

As she hesitated about where to find Shen Fuhan, she saw him stride towards her.

Wen Jiayue asked in surprise, "What a coincidence!"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "It is indeed a coincidence. Let's go have a meal."

Wen Jiayue nodded, and when she saw Ling He halfway there, she suddenly realized what was going on.

"Did you send someone to guard this place?"

Shen Fuhan glanced at her: "If I said no, would you believe me?"

"Do not believe."

"If you don't believe me, that's fine. You're not so stupid that you're beyond redemption."

Shen Fuhan finished speaking calmly, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

Wen Jiayue: "..."