Xiao Shengyuan wasn’t actually angry.
The two of them weren’t a couple — in their day-to-day interactions, they were more like siblings.
So there was nothing to be upset about, really.
Besides, even as a fellow man, Xiao Shengyuan couldn’t help but marvel when he laid eyes on Lu Beicheng — truly a fighter jet among handsome men, the finest specimen among men.
Except — those two legs…
Xiao Shengyuan didn’t say anything, and immediately followed the professor over to greet Lu Beicheng.
He Muling and Ren Qiqi didn’t have that kind of nerve. They only dared stand off in a distant corner — wanting to approach, yet held back by Ninth Master’s ice-cold, bone-chilling aura, they didn’t dare get close.
“Such a pity,” He Muling murmured, her gaze falling on Ninth Master’s legs, her face full of regret and heartache.
Someone so beautiful — how could he be confined to a wheelchair?
If his legs were whole too, he would undoubtedly be the most perfect man in the world.
Still, even if his legs were crippled, it didn’t matter — someone this handsome, this good-looking, she’d be willing to spend her whole life guarding and protecting him.
Of course, that was assuming Ninth Master was willing to give her that chance.
“Nothing to pity about it. Ninth Master’s legs have such perfect muscle lines — the odds of him standing again someday are actually quite good. Look, his leg muscles don’t show any sign of atrophy at all.”
Ren Qiqi was a doctor, and at a glance she could tell Ninth Master’s legs weren’t as severely damaged as people assumed.
She just didn’t know why he still hadn’t been able to stand, even now.
If the injury were truly beyond repair, after all these years, the muscles should have atrophied long ago.
“So you’re saying Ninth Master might actually have a chance to walk again?” Hearing this, He Muling seemed even more excited than if her own legs had a chance to recover.
“I can’t say for certain — after all, I haven’t examined him myself. But I think the odds are quite good.”
If only she could get the chance to examine Ninth Master herself, wouldn’t that be wonderful!
Legs with such perfect lines — they had to be long and straight, unimaginably good-looking!
“But, I heard Ninth Master hates having women near him. He never sees female doctors…”
Before Ren Qiqi could even finish that sentence, both she and He Muling had their eyes wide open, faces full of disbelief.
Wasn’t Ninth Master supposed to dislike women getting close to him? Wasn’t he supposed to never see female doctors?
Then who was that girl beside him?
At that moment, Zhen Jiu’er had just returned from the nearby Tomb of the Northern Emperor, walking up to Lu Beicheng’s side and murmuring something to him, her head lowered.
Ninth Master actually went along with her.
And it was Zhen Jiu’er pushing his wheelchair, no less.
Judging by the way the two of them interacted, their relationship seemed anything but ordinary.
Several times, as Jiu’er spoke to him with her head bowed, her mouth came so close to his ear they nearly touched.
That was practically whispering secrets, ear to ear!
How could this be happening?
He Muling and Ren Qiqi felt a wave of despair wash over them — just who was this girl?
…Jiu’er pushed Lu Beicheng’s wheelchair, and together with Yan Qiu, Ji Mingyu, and Professor Xiao’s group, they all made their way to the entrance of the Tomb of the Northern Emperor.
“This imperial tomb had already been dug into before we arrived.” That was how Yan Qiu knew there were tomb robbers about.
“Looking at the soil around the tomb entrance, it’s only been disturbed in the last day or two. It’s clear those tomb robbers only just got here themselves.”
“In fact, this site has already been publicly known for over a year now — it’s not exactly strange that tomb robbers would show up.”
Jiu’er looked at Lu Beicheng, somewhat puzzled. “Ninth Master, why was it decided to make this public, instead of keeping it a secret operation?”