Would there be another victim?
Zhen Jiu’er’s words made everyone present tense up all at once.
“Miss Jiu’er, what exactly is this drug?” Yan Qiu couldn’t help but ask.
Zhen Jiu’er’s small face flushed red. She hesitated for a good while before finally saying in a low voice, “It’s… an aphrodisiac.”
An aphrodisiac!
The three of them froze instantly.
Even Lu Beicheng, who was habitually cool and detached, had a flicker pass through his eyes without meaning to.
This drug was somewhat out of place here.
What would it be used for?
“What else could it be used for? The name already makes the purpose clear!”
Jiu’er rolled her eyes at the three of them. Honestly, did she really need to spell it out for them? She wasn’t dealing with fools.
The three of them calmed down.
Yan Qiu stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.
Ji Mingyu lowered his eyes as well, seemingly lost in thought.
But it seemed they had forgotten—there was a fifth person here.
Well, a robot counted as a person too.
“Who was Ren Qiqi planning to use this drug on?”
Though A’ke was a robot, his thinking was in no way inferior to a normal person’s.
If anything, the knowledge he possessed was something even ordinary people might not fully grasp.
So now, here was the question.
Just as A’ke had asked, this drug had a very specific purpose, and it clearly wasn’t something one would normally bring along—under ordinary circumstances there’d be no use for it at all.
This was absolutely meant for something underhanded.
Ren Qiqi didn’t have a boyfriend, did she? And it couldn’t have been meant for spicing things up with anyone either.
Which left only one possible purpose: to be used on someone without them noticing.
Who was this “someone”?
Everyone’s gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, toward Ninth Master.
Lu Beicheng’s expression darkened. He said nothing, but he was clearly displeased.
“Don’t be angry about it. The way Ren Qiqi looks at you, she looks like she wants to swallow you whole! Do you even need to guess who she wants to use it on?”
Didn’t he know what he looked like?
Most women, upon seeing him, probably wanted to devour him in one bite.
Wasn’t that basically his own fault?
Just like the Ninth Imperial Uncle, he had a face that drew admirers wherever he went, day and night—leaving her having to constantly guard against women throwing themselves at him from every direction.
And now, look at this—someone had even prepared a drug, just waiting for the chance to make him drink it, and afterward… hmph! There was no sense of security to be had at all.
Lu Beicheng felt distinctly uncomfortable under her gaze.
What kind of look was that supposed to be? Was she blaming him?
Someone else had prepared a drug to use on him—how did that become his fault?
Ji Mingyu and Yan Qiu exchanged a glance and quickly realized that the atmosphere inside the tent had turned… ahem, rather strange.
Was Miss Jiu’er angry?
Could it be that Miss Jiu’er had some kind of feelings toward their Ninth Master too?
Ahem, it did seem to be the case…
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I’d care if he got devoured by Ren Qiqi?”
Zhen Jiu’er stamped her foot, turned, and walked away. “I’m busy. Don’t bother me if there’s nothing important.”
Lu Beicheng wanted to say something, but she had already lifted the tent flap and walked out, without once looking back.
Besides, this matter really had nothing much to do with him.
If someone else had privately prepared something on their own, he could hardly be expected to stop it before it even happened.
“It might not… be meant for me.” He sounded somewhat helpless.
Ji Mingyu quickly spoke up. “Miss Jiu’er has already walked off, Ninth Master. Why not go after her and say that to her yourself?”
Lu Beicheng shot him a chillingly cold glance.
Ji Mingyu instinctively rubbed his nose and quickly shut his mouth.
Honestly, that was clearly what he wanted to say to Miss Jiu’er, and there was nothing wrong with what he’d said.
Still… ahem, the atmosphere between those two really was getting stranger by the day.
Was it really that ambiguous between them?