Fang Yuan carried Lin Zhaoyue to the bed.
When he laid her down, her eyes fluttered open and a teasing smile curved her lips.
"Over so soon?"
He wasn't even surprised.
"You're too heavy to hold up, so I had to lay you down," he said with a straight face.
"Hey!" Lin Zhaoyue puffed her cheeks, indignant.
Fang Yuan chuckled, then asked, "Do you have no other weapon aside from that jade hairpin?"
She pulled the pin free, letting it glint in the light. Her gaze softened as she turned it in her fingers.
"This," she said, "is the only thing that still ties me to the Lin family."
Fang Yuan nodded slightly. "So you use it as a weapon, even though it carries that kind of weight?"
Lin Zhaoyue let out a small laugh. "My late mother gave it to me. She was a fraud, you know. Infamous as a diviner. She once predicted my husband would be the strongest, the most handsome, the most caring, and the most powerful man in the world."
