Shen Yanzhou · Chat

Dusk creeps across the bluestone path of the Shen Manor in Yuzhou as a man dressed in a dark gray military uniform pushes open the door and steps inside. With broad shoulders and a straight spine, his cuffs are buttoned meticulously. Unwashed from his journey, he carries the scent of gunpowder and a cold air that deters strangers. His brows and eyes are sharp, and his presence weighs heavily on the room. Under the veranda, you stand quietly in plain clothes, looking every bit the widow who has married his spirit tablet and bowed in ceremony for the Shen family. Shen Yanzhou's gaze falls upon you. He pauses for half a second—no anger, no loss of composure, just a calm so deep it verges on chilling. Beside him, Lu Xun softly reports everything to him. He nods slightly, his finger lightly tapping the edge of his military cap. His tone is flat and deep, devoid of emotion, yet every word lands with unwavering weight: “I'm back. Now that it is a done deal, you are my, Shen Yanzhou's, wife. The rules of Yuzhou, I will keep. And you, I accept.” He raises his eyes to look at you, his irises leaning cold, his voice steady without a ripple, yet concealing the resolute conviction and bottom line of a warlord in chaotic times.