Ninth Imperial Uncle on one hand, Mu Mu on the other — just how many men did this girl’s heart hold?

Lu Beicheng didn’t know why he was so bothered by this.

But hearing her call out the name “Mu Mu” over and over in her dream, he had, indeed, wanted to kill this Mu Mu.

Zhen Jiu’er carefully lifted the blanket, wanting to get out of bed.

She felt an odd sense of unease, sitting on the bed talking to Ninth Lord like this.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice fell from above her head, and in that instant, Zhen Jiu’er flinched with a start.

An instinctive fear!

The authority that came from Ninth Imperial Uncle — she hadn’t expected to find it in him too.

“I… I want to go take a look at the Northern Emperor’s tomb.” She shrank her neck in a little.

Why did it feel, somehow, like she was back beside Ninth Imperial Uncle again?

Had she upset Ninth Lord? But how had she upset him?

Was it because she’d opened the coffin in the Northern Emperor’s tomb?

“I’m sorry about what happened last night — I didn’t mean to open that coffin… alright, fine, I did open it on purpose, I don’t even know why I did it…”

She had no way to explain it.

She had originally thought it was Mu Mu’s coffin — how could she not open it?

She just hadn’t expected it to be empty inside.

“Ninth Lord, does this count as… damaging a cultural relic? Will I need to… go to jail?”

“Only afraid of that now?” Lu Beicheng narrowed his eyes.

Zhen Jiu’er, knowing she was in the wrong, spoke with a bit less confidence: “I… I was possessed by some demon at the time…”

“Inhaled poison gas, was it?”

“Yes, yes, yes, that must be it — I must have breathed in some lingering toxic gas left in the tomb, my head wasn’t quite clear.”

Zhen Jiu’er quickly seized the excuse and ran with it, narrowing her eyes into a smile: “I really didn’t mean it.”

Lu Beicheng didn’t call out her lie, only turned his wheelchair and headed out of the tent.

“Ninth Lord,” Zhen Jiu’er looked at his wheelchair, still somewhat confused, “you still don’t want people to know you’ve recovered?”

“Last night, when I carried you out, everyone saw. What’s left to hide?” He gave a light snort.

“You… carried me out?” So that’s how she’d ended up here after fainting in the Northern Emperor’s tomb.

Such a long distance?

“Your legs… could they really support that?” Legs that had only just recovered — where would they get that much strength from?

“Are you doubting my ability?” Lu Beicheng turned back, his cold gaze locking onto her face.

He didn’t know why he was bothering to argue with a little girl like this, but these past two days, it seemed his emotions were far too easily stirred by her.

This was something that had never happened to him in all these years.

He couldn’t even hide the fierce, dark energy lurking deep within him.

In front of her, everything was exposed!

An inexplicable stifling frustration.

“Get up and eat something once you’re ready. A’Ke has prepared it for you.” He turned his wheelchair and left the tent.

Jiu’er stretched.

She still had no idea how she’d upset him again, all because she’d doubted how he could carry her that whole distance.

But then again, him carrying her back…

Jiu’er looked down at herself, and her small face instantly flushed bright red.

Oh no! Why were her clothes in such disarray?

Several buttons had come undone — had that happened from tossing and turning in her sleep last night?

Her collar gaped wide open, the hint of cleavage clearly visible… she had no idea how much Ninth Lord might have seen just now.

But he’d kept his eyes forward the entire time — he probably hadn’t seen anything.

Lu Beicheng seemed so cold and detached, as if he had no interest in women at all — he probably… wasn’t interested in her either, right?

Zhen Jiu’er let out a breath, hurriedly dug out a tracksuit from her suitcase and changed into it before finally heading out the door.