Lu Beicheng was dressed in a white casual outfit today.

Sitting in his wheelchair, his legs looked extremely long and slender — a completely perfect golden ratio.

That physique was absolutely stunning.

Too bad, his legs were crippled.

If there had been nothing wrong with his legs, that build would have easily surpassed any international supermodel.

Such a shame…

“Miss Jiu’er, the Young Master is waiting for you at breakfast,” the butler reminded her.

If Young Master Jiu ever saw that pitying look in Zhen Jiu’er’s eyes, he would not be pleased.

But there wasn’t a trace of expression on Lu Beicheng’s face.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed Zhen Jiu’er’s gaze — he simply didn’t care.

Zhen Jiu’er quickly composed the emotion in her eyes and walked over at a measured pace. “Good morning, Young Master.”

“Morning.” Lu Beicheng was wearing a pair of black-and-gold glasses today.

He clearly wasn’t nearsighted — were these glasses meant to conceal his violent aura?

For some reason, ever since she’d glimpsed that flash of savage killing intent in his eyes the night before, whenever Jiu’er looked at him now, she couldn’t help but think of the string of prayer beads on his wrist.

Lu Beicheng paid her no mind and had the servants bring breakfast out. He picked up his coffee and took a light sip.

Jiu’er quickly discovered that this Young Master Jiu was an extremely particular man.

During meals, no one in the dining room was allowed to make any noise at all.

Even the servants’ footsteps were hushed to the faintest whisper.

As a result, when her chopsticks accidentally clinked against her plate, the sound rang out with startling clarity.

It made a number of people inexplicably nervous, afraid they might disturb the Young Master’s appetite.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Jiu’er suddenly set down her chopsticks.

“Full already?” Lu Beicheng looked at the plate in front of her.

It seemed she’d barely eaten a few bites.

It wasn’t that he cared about her — he probably just hadn’t yet learned how to care about anyone.

But some things needed to be said plainly.

“Today’s schedule is tight. There’s a long stretch that has to be covered on foot, so you’ll need to be in excellent physical condition.”

“You know I need to keep my strength up, but with this kind of atmosphere, how is anyone supposed to eat?”

Although she hadn’t managed to find her Ninth Imperial Uncle, Zhen Jiu’er’s mood wasn’t exactly bright. But her greatest strength was that she could adapt to any circumstance.

Once here, might as well make the best of it.

Since she was stuck here, she might as well make her days as pleasant as possible.

Sometimes, she could be quite demanding too.

Hearing this, Lu Beicheng’s brow furrowed slightly. “Get her a new breakfast.”

A maid hurried over, carefully preparing to take Jiu’er’s plate away.

“It’s not a problem with the breakfast. It’s you.”

Zhen Jiu’er stared straight at Lu Beicheng.

Words others didn’t dare say held no such restraint with her.

“Young Master, do you have some kind of obsession with silence? The whole dining room is completely quiet, no one dares speak, everyone tiptoes around for fear that the slightest sound might spoil your appetite.”

“But when I eat, there’s naturally going to be some noise. You’ve made this room so silent that the sound of me biting into my food becomes especially clear.”

“Don’t you think that’s a kind of torture for someone trying to eat? How is anyone supposed to get anything down?”

Lu Beicheng’s dark eyes didn’t change; he simply watched her quietly, and there was, oddly, a hint of innocence in that gaze.

“Young Master…”

“When did I ever say no one was allowed to make any sound?”

He looked at her chopsticks, and for a moment seemed almost amused. “Besides, given how uncouth Miss Zhen’s table manners are, managing to eat without any noise at all would probably be quite difficult.”