"It is a little," she said, standing up with a playful smile on her face, staring at him. "May I ask how old you are, sir, and if you are married? If not, would you be willing to join me in wedlock?"
Li Shuangjin: "..."
She had been so disdainful of him just now, what did she mean by saying this now?
Was this woman a lunatic?
"Miss Qin," he corrected his demeanor, his voice cold and hard. "Were you on the boat from Mingzhou seven days ago?"
"I was on it," she replied, her eyes overtly appraising the man opposite her. "I can also be underneath, depending on your mood."
As someone who had been a solitary king for over thirty years, he didn't understand the teasing in her tone at all. His subordinates, however, did and struggled to suppress their laughter.
Li Shuangjin shot them a cold glance, then said to the woman before him, "It's right that you were on it. Guards, take her away."
"Sixth Master," Mr. Qin said urgently, wanting to say something. However, Zhu Nian had already floated to his side with lightning speed and grabbed his arm.
The people behind them hadn't even seen her move clearly. It was only a moment later that they reacted, drawing their guns and aiming them at her.
Li Shuangjin was also startled. He sensed the danger she posed and paused, watching her calmly.
"Who exactly are you?" He glanced at the guns pointed at him all around. "You are indeed skilled with such abilities, but it's a pity you've revealed yourself too early. Can you be faster than a gun?"
Zhu Nian reached out and touched his face. It wasn't as smooth as she had imagined, but that slightly rough texture felt quite nice to the touch.
Her hand moved to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. She whispered, "I can. But I have no intention of harming you, so why are you nervous?"
She withdrew her hand. "Your heart is beating so fast. Are you nervous? Or are you… moved?"
Whether it was her intense suggestion or not, Li Shuangjin felt a momentary illusion of his heart pounding.
Not the feeling of being alive, but the feeling of his heart being moved.
Zhu Nian looked at his stunned expression and let out a light chuckle.
This person was too interesting.
Or rather, the three thousand worlds were too interesting.
Different personalities and memories, different experiences, all contributed to variations in his character, giving Zhu Nian the feeling of playing a role-playing game.
At this moment, she was playing the role of a vixen seducing a repressed older man.
And this man, though outwardly disgusted, had a heart that was very honest.
"Who, who exactly are you?"
Mr. Qin at this moment also couldn't believe this was his niece.
After all, the information he had received stated that his niece was a frail young lady, who had never stepped out of her house, and a proper lady of virtue, never the sort of woman with such frivolous and suggestive words and demeanor.
"Who are you? Where is my niece? Sixth Master, quickly, quickly arrest this woman. My niece must have been killed by her!"
Li Shuangjin glanced back at him, his eyes returning to their steady and cold demeanor.
He said, "I'm taking you back to the police station. If you don't want to die, don't resist."
Zhu Nian laughed and willingly offered her two arms to him. Beneath the slightly loose sleeves, two arms as white as mutton-fat jade dangled before him, making Li Shuangjin's heart flutter.
He didn't even notice himself swallowing.
"Handcuff her," he commanded. As soon as he spoke, the subordinate officer stepped forward with a pair of silver bracelets, preparing to place them on Zhu Nian.
However, Li Shuangjin, with quick hands, took the handcuffs and, with a stern face, cuffed her hands together, even pulling them slightly taut.
"Let's go."
Zhu Nian seemed unconcerned, her hands clanking the handcuffs together.
"These are not good."
Li Shuangjin instinctively asked, "What?"
Zhu Nian leaned closer to him again and whispered, "These are iron. They make a loud noise, and they can easily chafe the wrists. You should use silver ones. They are soft and comfortable to wear."
Li Shuangjin: "..." He still didn't quite understand.
But looking at her mischievous expression, he inexplicably felt his face heat up, and he turned his head away.
Once in the car, Zhu Nian stopped teasing him for the time being.
She hadn't experienced such an era before.
In her past life in the modern world, she had seen videos describing this era. It was said that if one came from a good family background, it was a tale of romance between warlords and their wives. Conversely, it was the story of a shrew and Xiangzi the rickshaw puller.
This era bore the deep imprints of history. It was filled with the romantic love between men and women, the brutal realities of plunder and slaughter, heroes who illuminated the path forward like candles, and countless traitors who betrayed their country and earned eternal infamy.