“Jiu’er, what’s wrong with you? How could you talk to Ninth Master like that just now? Do you not want to live anymore?”

Zhen Jiu’er was only an intern doctor — she didn’t have her own clinic desk yet.

So she didn’t have a computer either.

To use one, she’d have to go to an internet café outside.

She rushed out, and Qiaoqiao had no choice but to chase after her the whole way.

Once Jiu’er sat down at the internet café, Qiaoqiao immediately rented the computer next to her and pulled her chair over.

“Jiu’er, do you even know what kind of person Ninth Master is? He’s practically a god here in Jiangzhou! He’s… he’s the kind of person who could… you know, cover the sky with one hand.”

Qiaoqiao raised her own hand and held it over Jiu’er’s head, gesturing: “Like this, understand? Someone who can block out the sky with one hand! You dared to offend even Ninth Master — you really are tired of living.”

Zhen Jiu’er ignored her, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard: Bei Mu Kingdom, Ninth Imperial Uncle, Zhan Qingcheng, Di Wu Ya, Feng Clan…

Nothing. There was nothing!

Occasionally something similar popped up, but it only appeared in other people’s novels — all fabricated content.

In history, there had never been any Bei Mu Kingdom!

Qiaoqiao didn’t notice the glistening wetness in her eyes; her mind was completely occupied by Lu Beicheng’s cold, stern face and that untouchable presence of his.

“Anyway, Jiu’er, did you get a good look at Ninth Master just now? Oh my god, I’ve never in my whole life seen such a handsome man!”

“He’s really so handsome, so handsome there aren’t even words for it! Better looking than any celebrity on TV, you know? Jiu’er… Jiu’er?”

Qiaoqiao finally noticed the sheen of tears in Zhen Jiu’er’s eyes.

She panicked completely: “Jiu’er, you… what’s wrong with you? Are you scared?”

She rarely saw Jiu’er cry — they’d known each other for years, and she couldn’t remember seeing her cry more than a few times.

Though right now Jiu’er wasn’t exactly crying, there were tears in her eyes!

Qiaoqiao immediately felt for her.

“Jiu’er, don’t be scared, I’ll… I’ll go beg Ninth Master for mercy, I’ll say you just woke up from fainting and you’re still not quite in your right mind, that’s why—”

“Qiaoqiao.” Zhen Jiu’er suddenly turned and grabbed her wrist.

“Jiu’er, what is it?” Qiaoqiao was truly unsettled — there were tears in Jiu’er’s eyes, but she didn’t look like she was actually crying.

“I’m fine.”

Zhen Jiu’er squeezed her eyes shut hard, and when she opened them again, there wasn’t a trace of excess emotion left in them.

“Have you ever been to the Jiangzhou City Library? Does it have a lot of classical texts?”

“I’m… not really someone who reads much, but…” Qiaoqiao thought for a moment, then said, “The Humanities Library seems to have a lot of old books…”

“Come with me, now!”

…Zhen Jiu’er spent the entire afternoon at the Humanities Library.

Even Qiaoqiao got tired just watching her.

She’d stayed up all night performing surgery on a young master of the Lu family, then fainted again that morning, and hadn’t rested since waking up.

Now she kept flipping through books, her once bright, beautiful eyes laced with bloodshot veins.

It was honestly painful to watch.

But she still seemed to have found nothing.

“Still can’t find what you’re looking for?” Seeing the disappointment on Jiu’er’s face, Qiaoqiao felt disappointed too.

“The books here are all too new.” Zhen Jiu’er put the last book back on the shelf.

“How could real antique books be so easy to find?” Qiaoqiao comforted her. “It’s getting late, let’s go get something to eat — you haven’t had a drop of water all day!”

Though anxious, Zhen Jiu’er had no choice but to accept reality for now, and left the library with Qiaoqiao to find something to eat.

Unexpectedly, before they could even find a shared bicycle, two men in black suits blocked their path.

“Miss Zhen, our Ninth Master wants to see you. Please come with us to the Lu residence!”