◎It’s Young Master Cui Who’s Angry◎
Hearing these words, Luo Wanqing understood Li Shangwen’s situation.
He most likely had fertility problems, which was why Li Guiyu could mock him so openly about matters between men and women without any disguise.
Li Guiyu was an extremely possessive person. Even though he completely didn’t believe she was Luo Wanqing, he still couldn’t tolerate Luo Wanqing’s face discussing other men.
Hearing this, Luo Wanqing smiled and said: “Just joking. Let’s talk seriously – does Your Highness want Fengyu Pavilion?”
Li Guiyu listened to her words without responding. Luo Wanqing continued: “Your Highness comes from the martial world, and what you can offer Her Majesty the Empress is only assistance from the martial world. But Her Majesty controls Fengyu Pavilion in her hands – she can never completely rely on you. Using your people now is only to protect Fengyu Pavilion’s Dark Pavilion. Once they recover and Fengyu Pavilion makes a comeback, Your Highness won’t be of much use to Her Majesty anymore. If Your Highness can’t control Her Majesty, having only the identity of a prince makes you nothing but a puppet. Are you willing to accept that?”
“What do you want to do?”
Li Guiyu looked up. Luo Wanqing said calmly: “If Your Highness listens to me and helps me find Fengyu Pavilion’s Dark Pavilion, I’ll kill the Dark Pavilion master for Your Highness. Then I’ll achieve merit in the Supervision Department, and Your Highness will become Her Majesty the Empress’s only support in the martial world. You can take Fengyu Pavilion’s Dark Pavilion under your control.”
Hearing this, Li Guiyu smiled: “Then you’ll bring down the Crown Prince and weaken the Wang clan?”
“This matter won’t change regardless of what Your Highness does.”
Luo Wanqing picked up her teacup with a leisurely posture: “I guarantee Your Highness won’t be able to snatch Zhang Yiran from my hands. As long as Zhang Jiuran testifies properly, whether it’s the Crown Prince, or the Empress, or Wang Shenfeng, the Wang family will have to bleed. The only difference is between you and me. Your Highness’s people will be worn down by the Supervision Department while Fengyu Pavilion remains intact, and as for me,” Luo Wanqing seemed somewhat regretful, “I won’t have much chance to climb up either.”
“A small official in the Supervision Department,” Li Guiyu sneered, “is it worth risking your life like this? If you only want wealth and glory, why not listen to my advice?”
“Oh?”
Luo Wanqing looked up. Li Guiyu grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him, staring at her face: “Change your face and follow me. It’s much better than selling your life in the Supervision Department.”
With that, Li Guiyu reminded: “I am a prince.”
A prince had the possibility of ascending the throne. Following him from now would perhaps earn her the merit of supporting the dragon in the future.
Luo Wanqing understood his unfinished meaning. Her expression remained unchanged as she smiled: “I’d like to, but I don’t dare. I’m afraid that as soon as I enter Your Highness’s mansion, I’d have my face carved out and my skin peeled off, then be sent to a mass grave.” With that, Luo Wanqing freed her wrist from his hand. “It’s safer in the Supervision Department.”
Li Guiyu didn’t argue with this.
She was right. If he let her enter the prince’s mansion without changing that face, he would kill her.
Luo Wanqing rotated her wrist, negotiating: “If Your Highness is willing, starting tomorrow, withdraw your people and tell Her Majesty the Empress that Zhang Jiuran knows more than she imagines, and let her fend for herself. If Your Highness still wants to be Her Majesty’s good son,” Luo Wanqing stood up and smiled, “I’ll wait at the Zhang mansion for Your Highness’s people to come and die.”
With that, Luo Wanqing turned to leave. Before leaving, she suddenly remembered: “Oh, there’s one more thing.”
Li Guiyu looked up. Luo Wanqing smiled slightly: “There’s a concubine in the Crown Prince’s mansion who is pregnant. Did you know?”
Hearing this, Li Guiyu’s pupils contracted sharply.
Luo Wanqing nodded slightly and turned to walk out.
She walked out the main gate, looked up toward the shadows where the spies were hidden, then turned and walked toward the Zhang mansion.
After she left, Elder Zhang entered the bedroom and immediately said: “Your Highness, this woman cannot be trusted.”
“I know.”
Li Guiyu’s expression was calm. He added Five Stone Powder to the incense burner and said slowly: “But she’s right about one thing – I can’t use my people to protect Dark Pavilion. Fengyu Pavilion indeed shouldn’t exist anymore.”
“Then what does Your Highness mean?”
Elder Zhang looked up. Li Guiyu sniffed the Five Stone Powder lightly and closed his eyes: “Send a message to the palace overnight, saying Liu Xiniang came to me wanting to cooperate, wanting to use Zhang Yiran to lure out Dark Pavilion. I want to use her plan against her, pretend to cooperate with her, and temporarily withdraw everyone. When Mother Empress sends people to take Zhang Yiran back to Dark Pavilion, I’ll cut off their rear surveillance and support, ensuring Mother Empress successfully captures Zhang Yiran and making the Supervision Department lose both the lady and the soldiers.”
Hearing Li Guiyu’s words, Elder Zhang frowned: “Is Your Highness doing this to protect the Crown Prince?”
“What’s there to protect about him?”
Li Guiyu closed his eyes and chuckled softly: “I just want the lives of Wang Qinshu and Liu Xiniang, and,” Li Guiyu opened his eyes with some coldness, “that thing in Dark Pavilion.”
Hearing that Li Guiyu wanted to kill Liu Xiniang, Elder Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and said thankfully, “Good thing Your Highness is clearheaded. I thought Your Highness…”
He didn’t finish speaking.
Li Guiyu turned to look at the memorial tablet on the table.
For a moment, he remembered how Liu Xiniang had sat across from him earlier, leisurely drinking tea.
They weren’t alike. Luo Wanqing didn’t have Liu Xiniang’s cold, sharp temperament. Liu Xiniang was a knife, while Luo Wanqing was just a qin.
But strangely, when Liu Xiniang sat in front of him, he always felt like an old friend had returned.
Just sitting quietly across from him, looking up with a smile, saying gently: “Shaoyan, your tea is delicious.”
Making him happy, unable to help getting closer, reaching out to hold her.
“So I must kill her…”
Li Guiyu murmured.
If he didn’t kill her, sooner or later, he would fall for her.
He couldn’t let someone so similar to Miss live in this world.
If she wouldn’t give up that face, she could only give up her life.
After returning from Li Guiyu’s mansion, Luo Wanqing began frantically washing her hands.
The feeling of his touch on her hand made her extremely nauseous. She couldn’t help but remember their time in Jiangnan.
The places he had touched felt like slugs had crawled over them, making Luo Wanqing’s hair stand on end. After washing for a long time, she couldn’t bear it anymore and violently knocked over the water basin.
The basin hit the ground with a splash. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She could endure it.
It was just exploitation. Having loved him wasn’t wrong – there was no need to punish herself like this.
Luo Wanqing used a handkerchief to dry her hands.
She could endure it.
The next morning, when Luo Wanqing got up and walked out, she discovered Li Guiyu had withdrawn his people.
She watched Zhang Yiran leave, then turned around to see Li Guiyu standing at the gate of Guang’an Prince’s mansion watching her.
She didn’t know what his expression had been before she turned around; she only knew that when she looked back, his eyes were full of coldness.
Luo Wanqing smiled from afar and bowed.
From then on, every morning, Luo Wanqing would get up early to see Zhang Yiran off to court, then chat with Li Guiyu for a while before returning to the Zhang mansion.
The Empress’s spies were nearby, but Li Guiyu didn’t avoid them at all, as if unaware of their existence, patiently talking with her every day.
When he spoke, lowering his eyes, it always gave Luo Wanqing the illusion that he was still the youth who had stayed by her side in Jiangnan.
He seemed to enjoy such times, but the more he did so, the more Luo Wanqing would soberly remember what he had done, wishing she could cut him into pieces.
After resting at the Zhang family for five consecutive days, Luo Wanqing felt she had gained weight.
Every day, she listened to the court news that Fang Yuan brought back from escorting Zhang Yiran and gathering information from Zhuque, calculating when the Empress would make her move.
Qin Jue’s case had already been pushed forward by the aristocratic families, scheduled for public trial in two days.
She only needed to protect Zhang Yiran for two more days to complete her mission, and the Empress would definitely act within these two days.
These two days were the most crucial. Luo Wanqing steeled herself.
On the final day, Li Guiyu was waiting outside his mansion early in the morning.
Luo Wanqing saw Zhang Yiran off and walked to Li Guiyu, smiling: “Your Highness, good morning.”
“Xiniang, good morning.”
Li Guiyu’s expression was gentle. Luo Wanqing lowered her eyes to look at the pouch at his waist.
She recognized that pouch – she had embroidered it stitch by stitch. She wasn’t good at such things and had embroidered for a long time.
Looking at the pouch, Luo Wanqing said softly: “Such an ugly pouch, and Your Highness still wears it?”
Li Guiyu shook his head: “What Miss gave is the best.”
Luo Wanqing chuckled softly, stepped forward, and looked up at him: “If you like your Miss so much, why did you come to the Eastern Capital?”
Li Guiyu remained silent. Luo Wanqing lowered her head and reached out to grasp the pouch. Li Guiyu simultaneously caught her wrist.
Li Guiyu looked at her with a warning in his eyes. Luo Wanqing smiled slightly: “Something so worn out might as well be discarded.”
“People who don’t know their place,” Li Guiyu smiled as he spoke, “might as well be killed.”
“I was presumptuous.”
Sensing Li Guiyu’s displeasure, Luo Wanqing released the pouch, then took out a new pouch from her sleeve and handed it to Li Guiyu: “I wanted to give Your Highness a new pouch. I wonder if Your Highness would like it?”
Li Guiyu didn’t move. Luo Wanqing took his hand and placed the pouch in Li Guiyu’s palm.
“Old things are old things after all,” Luo Wanqing looked at Li Guiyu with a gentle smile, “Why doesn’t Your Highness take a new one?”
“What makes you compare to her?” Li Guiyu lifted his gaze from the pouch to look at Luo Wanqing, mockery falling on her face, “Your face?”
“That’s not impossible either.”
Luo Wanqing nodded.
Li Guiyu sneered and turned away: “That’s enough for today.”
Luo Wanqing watched his retreating figure, put away the pouch in her hand, and called out casually: “Your Highness, take care.”
Li Guiyu didn’t look back and left directly.
In the afternoon, Luo Wanqing called the five chiefs together to prepare in advance: “They should have been observing us from the shadows for a long time, figuring out our manpower. Tonight, when they act, it will be a big operation. Everyone, don’t fight head-on.”
“Should we call for more people from the department?”
Hearing this, Fang Yuan immediately frowned. Luo Wanqing nodded: “We do need to prepare manpower. Take the waist token back to the department later and prepare a hundred people, but not to protect the Zhang family.”
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Luo Wanqing looked at Xing Ling: “I haven’t assigned Chief Xing Ling to manage Zhang family affairs these days, so they don’t necessarily know of Chief Xing Ling’s existence. Tonight, once they make their move, everyone else should protect Aunt Zhao and Zhang Yiran well, then retreat directly, letting me be captured. Then, Chief Xing Ling will follow secretly. This is a bag of rice dyed with Fengxun incense,” Luo Wanqing handed it to Xing Ling, “sprinkle it as you walk. Even if you’re discovered, the department’s people can follow your trail. Everyone else, settle Aunt Zhao and Zhang Yiran well, bring the department’s people, and follow me. If you can find Cui Guanlan in the department, tell him to follow.”
Cui Heng had been very busy lately. She knew his identity was special, and this matter wasn’t really the Shadow Envoy’s responsibility, so there was no need to specifically trouble him.
“Yes.”
Xing Ling took the rice without asking questions.
“Are you certain they’ll capture you?” Hearing Luo Wanqing’s words, Fang Zhi was somewhat puzzled.
Luo Wanqing chuckled: “Most likely. Deploying so many people and failing to catch Zhang Yiran and Aunt Zhao – they’d need to bring something back.”
Of course, there was also the possibility of capturing both her and Zhang Yiran together.
But in front of everyone, she only wanted to mention the best possibility.
“Then what if something happens to Chief Xing Ling?” Fang Yuan frowned.
“If we can’t follow Chief Xing Ling,” Luo Wanqing pondered, “then find Li Guiyu.”
“Third Prince?”
Fang Yuan was surprised. Luo Wanqing nodded calmly: “I also put Fengxun incense on Li Guiyu.”
She had put Fengxun incense in the pouch she gave Li Guiyu. Li Guiyu would notice, and she didn’t know whether he would throw it away or not. But she was certain that Li Guiyu probably hadn’t noticed that the pouch “Luo Wanqing” had given him was also dyed with Fengxun incense.
She had observed that pouch – Li Guiyu wore it daily, and it wasn’t very sturdy, so he wouldn’t wash it casually.
His attention today should have been entirely on the pouch she gave him, so he wouldn’t notice anything unusual about the old pouch.
After arranging everything, everyone began preparing.
Everyone put on soft armor, equipped Qianji, tucked poison into their teeth, brought common weapons and medicines, then took up blades and went to their respective positions.
As Xing Ling turned to leave, Luo Wanqing called out: “Chief Xing Ling.”
Xing Ling turned back. Luo Wanqing said seriously, “Be very careful.”
Xing Ling paused, then nodded: “Chief Liu, don’t worry.”
Then she left.
Luo Wanqing didn’t sleep all night, crouching on the beam above Zhang Yiran’s door.
At midnight, she indeed heard sounds of infiltration. Luo Wanqing held her breath and took a detoxifying pill.
Moments later, she saw black-clad figures leap into the courtyard, heading straight for Zhang Yiran and Zhang’s mother’s rooms.
Luo Wanqing pointed at Zhang’s mother’s room for Fang Zhi in the shadows, then pointed at herself and Fang Yuan toward Zhang Yiran’s room.
Fang Zhi and the others understood her meaning. After nodding, Luo Wanqing leaped down and directly slit one person’s throat while Fang Zhi and the others rushed to Zhang’s mother’s room!
Instantly, the entire Zhang mansion erupted in silent combat, with no voices, only the sound of clashing weapons.
The three chiefs rushed to Zhang’s mother’s room, grabbed her, and escaped.
Luo Wanqing and Fang Yuan leaped into Zhang Yiran’s room. Zhang Yiran was already unconscious on the bed from drugs. Fang Yuan hoisted Zhang Yiran up while Luo Wanqing blocked the crowd, shouting to Fang Yuan: “Run!”
The four chiefs ran with their charges while Luo Wanqing stayed behind to block the way.
Fang Zhi and Fang Shun first escaped with Aunt Zhao and the servant. Fang Yuan followed behind. Luo Wanqing blocked everyone alone while Fang Yuan, being pursued and slashed at, leaped onto the wall carrying Zhang Yiran.
Zhang Yiran was jostled around by Fang Yuan and groggily opened his eyes to see Luo Wanqing surrounded by people, with all the villains holding knives around her. He was being carried on someone’s shoulder, his abdomen painfully bumped by the shoulder bone. Completely unaware of what was happening and panicking, he instinctively pushed Fang Yuan!
Fang Yuan was already struggling to maintain balance while being chased and slashed at. This push instantly broke his balance. As Fang Yuan fell downward, Zhang Yiran met the blade’s edge.
Fang Yuan was frightened and quickly let go, kicking Zhang Yiran away. Zhang Yiran barely dodged the blade and rolled back into the courtyard with a thud.
Hearing the commotion behind her, Luo Wanqing turned around in panic to see Zhang Yiran struggling to get up, calling out: “Miss…”
“Are you crazy?!”
Luo Wanqing kicked away the person next to Zhang Yiran, pulled him over, and seeing they couldn’t escape, shouted at Fang Yuan: “Go!”
Seeing the situation, Fang Yuan didn’t hesitate and turned to run.
Zhang Yiran was pulled by her, coughing lightly as she pressed him behind her. He frantically picked up a knife from the ground, coughing as he said: “Miss Qingqing, you go first…”
Before he could finish, a blade flashed. Luo Wanqing grabbed him and dodged, dragging him to evade through the crowd.
There were many people around. Luo Wanqing pulled Zhang Yiran left and right to dodge. Hesitating between retreating and not retreating, seeing escape was impossible, Luo Wanqing gritted her teeth and deliberately exposed a flaw, letting someone kick her to the ground.
She rolled once and had just knelt on one knee to get up when a blade was placed at her throat.
A woman’s cold voice rang out: “Wait.”
This voice was identical to the one giving orders in Fangfei Pavilion last time. Luo Wanqing looked up to see a red-dressed woman looking at her coldly, saying calmly: “The master wants her. Tie her up.”
Hearing this, the surrounding people immediately bound both her and Zhang Yiran tightly, then each carried one and sped away.
Moments after everyone left the Zhang mansion, Xing Ling secretly followed from the shadows.
Li Guiyu led people standing at the door, silently watching all this, saying calmly: “Kill that chief, the rest follow me.”
As soon as he spoke, arrows flew straight toward Xing Ling.
Sensing the sound of arrows breaking through the air behind her, Xing Ling didn’t hesitate, flipped in midair, and ran urgently.
Several figures chased after her. Li Guiyu glanced once and turned to leave.
Luo Wanqing was completely unaware of everything behind her. She and Zhang Yiran were knocked unconscious and taken away after being tied up.
When Luo Wanqing woke up again, everything around her was dark. Her mouth was gagged, and her hands and feet were bound with iron chains. Luo Wanqing listened to the surroundings and only heard one person’s breathing. This breathing was steady and deep – they should still be asleep. She sniffed and felt it was Zhang Yiran.
He probably hadn’t woken up yet.
Luo Wanqing didn’t plan to rely on him. She raised her hands, took down the Qianji hairpin from her head, inserted it into the iron chain, then repeatedly twisted the chain according to the escape methods she’d learned in the Supervision Department. Finally, she used her internal energy to turn forcefully and shattered the iron chain.
After breaking the chain, she quickly removed the black cloth covering her eyes and the cloth ball stuffed in her mouth, then looked around.
Zhang Yiran was tied with a hemp rope and lying on the ground. Luo Wanqing immediately went forward and pressed his acupoint. Zhang Yiran shivered and instinctively made a sound, but was covered by Luo Wanqing’s hand.
Seeing Luo Wanqing, Zhang Yiran finally calmed down, staring at her blankly before beginning to look around.
This was a dungeon, extremely dim all around. They could vaguely feel the ground vibrating, but couldn’t hear any sounds.
“It’s a river.”
Zhang Yiran whispered a reminder, looking at the stone bricks and explaining: “This type of stone brick has very good soundproofing.”
It blocked all sounds, making this place unusually quiet, but it couldn’t block the trembling brought by the rushing river.
Luo Wanqing nodded to show she understood, then gestured “silence” to Zhang Yiran and began untying his ropes.
After untying the ropes, Zhang Yiran’s mind was in turmoil. Just as he was about to ask something, he heard Luo Wanqing whisper: “Follow me.”
He forced himself to bury all his questions and followed behind Luo Wanqing.
Luo Wanqing picked up the rope that had bound Zhang Yiran, went to the edge of the cell, and inserted her Qianji hairpin into the lock, opening it cleanly and efficiently.
With the lock open, Luo Wanqing beckoned to Zhang Yiran.
Zhang Yiran quickly followed Luo Wanqing. The two quietly slipped out of the cell. Luo Wanqing saw two guards drinking in the distance. She lightly leaped onto the crossbeam. Moments later, Zhang Yiran saw two ropes drop from the beam, suddenly wrapping around the necks of the two people at the table and yanking them up!
Only the sound of “crack crack” was heard as these two people died silently.
Luo Wanqing called Zhang Yiran over. The two quickly exchanged clothes with the corpses, stuffed the bodies back into the cell, then Luo Wanqing led Zhang Yiran out disguised as guards.
It was deep in the night, and there weren’t many people in the underground palace.
Zhang Yiran was too nervous to speak. Luo Wanqing led Zhang Yiran on a quick tour of the dungeon, silently killing all the guards clean. Then Luo Wanqing left one servant who came to deliver food, slammed him against the table, and inserted Qianji under his fingernail, saying coldly: “Draw me a map of this place, or your life is forfeit.”
As she spoke, the Qianji lifted the person’s fingernail. The servant immediately cried out in terror: “I’ll draw!”
Zhang Yiran quickly brought charcoal and cloth. Luo Wanqing couldn’t help but look at him: “You’re quite clever.”
Zhang Yiran was too nervous to speak. After the servant finished drawing the map, Luo Wanqing kicked him back into the cell and locked it, then led Zhang Yiran straight to the core area where the Dark Pavilion stored documents.
Zhang Yiran followed behind Luo Wanqing and finally couldn’t help but ask in a low voice: “Miss Qingqing, what is all this? Where are we? What are we doing? Who exactly are you…”
“Shh.”
Luo Wanqing placed her hand on Zhang Yiran’s lips, dragged him into the shadows, and waited for a patrol to pass. Only then did Luo Wanqing show him a waist token while observing the surroundings: “I’m from the Supervision Department. You’re a key witness in a case, and I’m responsible for protecting you. Don’t worry,” Luo Wanqing glanced back at him, “I won’t harm you.”
With that, seeing the area was safe, Luo Wanqing dragged Zhang Yiran quickly outside. Following the map’s guidance, Luo Wanqing randomly confirmed two locations along the way to ensure the map was accurate, then silently killed her way to the library where documents were stored.
At the library entrance, Luo Wanqing took out Qianji and skillfully picked the lock. Zhang Yiran was somewhat surprised watching her movements and couldn’t help saying: “Miss Qingqing, did you used to… be a thief?”
Luo Wanqing’s movement paused. She suddenly realized his mouth was still just as unlikeable as always.
When Luo Wanqing entered the Dark Pavilion, the Supervision Department was brightly lit.
Xie Heng led everyone in organizing case files. Qin Jue knelt beside them, wearing white clothes with mourning cloth on his forehead, listening to Xie Heng count through files and witnesses.
“How is Zhang Jiuran’s situation?”
Xie Heng flipped through documents in his hand, asking while reading.
“Xuanshan is watching her,” Qingya said gently, “no abnormalities.”
“Have Zhuque follow on the road – Xuanshan alone isn’t enough.”
“Yes.”
Qingya responded.
As soon as he spoke, hurried footsteps came from outside.
“Director.”
Baili walked into the courtyard, frowning tightly: “News from Zhang Yiran’s side.”
“Send people for reinforcement to ensure Zhang Yiran attends court normally.”
Xie Heng didn’t look up, speaking directly.
“The people have already been taken.”
Baili spoke. Xie Heng’s movement paused, and the entire scene instantly fell silent.
Xie Heng looked up, coldly staring at Baili, whose expression remained calm in the courtyard: “Where is Liu Xiniang?”
“The news from Liu Xiniang’s side is that she and Zhang Yiran were taken to explore Dark Pavilion’s location. Xing Ling followed behind, using Fengxun incense to track them.”
Hearing this, Xie Heng’s hand lightly clenched.
He controlled his emotions and asked coldly: “Did they keep up?”
“Xing Ling disappeared halfway. But they followed Li Guiyu.”
“Li Guiyu?”
Xie Heng frowned. Baili said calmly, “Chief Liu also placed Fengxun incense on Li Guiyu. Now they’ve tracked Li Guiyu following Chief Liu.”
“Mobilize people,” Xie Heng lowered his eyes, suppressing his emotions, saying coldly, “Recall all chiefs in the Eastern Capital…”
“Already recalled,” Baili said in a low voice, “Chief Liu had people return this afternoon, counted a hundred people, and they’ve already set out to follow. The subordinates are still looking for Cui Guanlan – they searched all afternoon but couldn’t find him.”
Xie Heng paused. Of course, the subordinates couldn’t find Cui Guanlan.
He fell silent. After a moment, he finally couldn’t help himself.
“Who helped her mobilize people?” Xie Heng tapped the table, raising his voice slightly, “Why wasn’t I informed?”
“She used your token,” Baili answered what he had also questioned, looking up at Xie Heng, “A token of this level doesn’t need to be reported again.”
Hearing this, Xie Heng closed his eyes and raised his hand to his forehead.
Everyone present didn’t dare make a sound. After a moment, Xie Heng took a deep breath and stood up.
“Qingya, you represent me in court today.”
“Yes.” Qingya knelt, turned to bow with his head lowered.
Xie Heng turned and walked down the corridor, stepping outside, giving orders: “Everything else continues as usual. I’m going out and will return.”
With that, Xie Heng hurriedly left.
Zhuque carefully approached Qingya and whispered: “Brother Qingya, the Young Master won’t punish Chief Liu to death today, will he?”
“Why would he punish her?” Qingya smiled and asked back, “A general in the field need not accept all orders from the sovereign. Don’t we usually handle things this way?”
“Then why is the Young Master angry?” Zhuque couldn’t understand.
Qingya picked up documents and dusted them off, pursing his lips in a light smile: “It’s not the Young Master who’s angry – it’s Young Master Cui who’s angry. Don’t worry,” Qingya glanced at Zhuque, “it’ll be fine once they return.”
Author’s Note:
[Mini Theater]
Zhang Yiran: “Miss, have you lived this kind of life? Changing names and surviving by any means…”
Luo Wanqing: “…Heartbreaking”
Xie Heng: “If you keep babbling, you fool, I’ll knock your head off!”
Luo Wanqing: “…You still have the nerve to talk about others?!”
Xie Heng: “Xiniang is fine, don’t worry. I won’t let anyone who bullies you go. After I beat him up, I’ll commit suicide.”
Luo Wanqing: “That’s not necessary…”