Of course, what Jiu’er didn’t know was that the moment Lu Beicheng left her tent, he let out a breath of relief.

That wicked girl, with her clothes so disheveled — if his gaze had drifted just slightly lower, he would have seen a glimpse of crystalline white.

No — two glimpses…

He hadn’t expected her to be so slender, her body delicate and frail-looking, yet with curves so full…

Lu Beicheng rubbed his nose.

The tip of it had suddenly grown hot.

After a moment, he set his expression and wheeled his chair toward A’Ke: “A’Ke, give me some medicine to stop bleeding.”

A’Ke immediately cried out in alarm: “Ninth Lord, is your nose bleeding?”

“Shut up!”

“Ninth Lord…”

“I said shut up!”

…By the time Zhen Jiu’er came out, A’Ke had already set the table.

Lu Beicheng was sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

He seemed to be quite fond of coffee — the kind of black coffee with absolutely no sugar added.

Jiu’er, however, found black coffee too bitter. She preferred it with milk.

“And half a spoon of sugar too.”

“Coffee isn’t good for the skin.” The man seated beside her furrowed his brow. “A’Ke, prepare a cup of hot milk for her.”

“But I want to drink… coffee…” Those last two words, under Lu Beicheng’s icy gaze, came out so faint they were barely audible.

In the end, Zhen Jiu’er pouted her small mouth and could only mutter resentfully: “Hot milk it is, then.”

Honestly, even what she drank had to be controlled.

Was the Lu family’s Ninth Lord always this domineering? Did everyone around him have to watch his mood for everything they did and said?

Wasn’t that a bit too overbearing?

“Ninth Lord, then what should I drink?” Qin Fei walked over from not far away. “I should probably…”

“Get lost!”

…And Qin Fei got lost.

Off to a corner to gnaw on some bread.

Ninth Lord was so fierce today, boo hoo!

Sitting across from Ninth Lord, Zhen Jiu’er glanced sideways at the figure in the corner and suddenly felt she was the luckiest person alive.

At least Ninth Lord hadn’t used that tone or that look on her.

“Ninth… Lord, can we go back in to look around today?”

The place Zhen Jiu’er wanted to go back to, of course, was the Northern Emperor’s tomb.

Yesterday, when they’d gone in, it had been so dim that she hadn’t gotten a clear look at many things.

And after fainting, she’d slept so long that by the time she woke up, it was already the next day — Zhen Jiu’er herself found this a bit puzzling.

Her constitution really was too weak!

But she still wanted to go take a look.

“You still have the nerve?” Lu Beicheng glanced at her flatly.

Jiu’er bit her thin lip: “I… I’m curious about the Northern Emperor.”

“How much do you know about him?”

“Who?” She looked up to meet his gaze, and only then did it click. “You mean, the Northern Emperor… Di Feimu?”

Fortunately, out of habit, she’d still called him Mu Mu — otherwise, the name she’d cried out in her sleep last night would have been “Feimu” instead.

Lu Beicheng was far too sharp — he would definitely suspect something.

But this body she was in now was Zhen Jiu’er’s — no matter what he suspected, he had no proof of anything.

Would he even believe something like time travel?

Traveling from the modern era to ancient times, then traveling back again from ancient times to the present?

Who would believe that?

“I don’t know either…”

“Zhen Jiu’er, just how many secrets are you hiding in that heart of yours?”

Lu Beicheng’s expression suddenly darkened, his cold gaze fixed directly on her face:

“Why did you come with me to Bei Mu City? What are you really after? You’re not planning to come clean with me?”

“Ninth Lord…”

“Your reasons for coming here aren’t pure. I don’t intend to stop you, but at the very least, you need to let me know what you’re after.”

Lu Beicheng set down his cup, his gaze growing colder by the moment: “Who sent you here?”