This time, the person they had hurt was not only Ninth Master.

Xia Zi had actually used Miss Jiu’er to assassinate Ninth Master.

The matter had already gone beyond what Ninth Master could tolerate!

There were people and matters that Ninth Master could turn a blind eye to — out of certain old feelings, he could grit his teeth and let it pass.

But this time they had dragged Miss Jiu’er into it. Ji Mingyu guessed that this time, Ninth Master would absolutely not hold back.

“Third Young Master, if this matter has nothing to do with you, please stay away from it.”

“You… what do you mean?” Lu Feifan’s heart gave a sudden jolt. “Did Young Uncle… say something?”

“Ninth Master is still unconscious right now, so he hasn’t said anything yet, but…”

Ji Mingyu looked at him, his expression grave. “Based on how well I know Ninth Master, this time, they’ve touched his bottom line.”

Miss Jiu’er was Ninth Master’s bottom line.

That line could not be touched, not even once!

Lu Feifan said nothing more. Ji Mingyu, for his part, had no time to pay attention to his feelings right now.

Ninth Master, though he had already pulled through the critical period, still hadn’t woken up.

As long as he hadn’t woken, the tension in Ji Mingyu’s heart wouldn’t let go.

Later, Lu Feifan went to Qin Fei’s tent, where he saw a thoroughly disheveled Xia Zi.

She had been kicked twice by Ji Mingyu, had fainted for a while, and had now woken up, her whole body weak and drained of strength.

The moment Lu Feifan walked in, he saw her hand pressed constantly against her stomach.

Anger and worry flooded him at once. “You… didn’t I tell you to leave? Why would you still do something so foolish? Is helping him really worth it?”

Before he came in, he’d actually felt some dread inside — afraid he’d see the kind of scene from television, a pool of blood… something like that.

Now his heart had settled a little, but the way she kept clutching her stomach still made him extremely tense.

“How is it, really? Your stomach…”

“It has… nothing to do with you.” Xia Zi didn’t even look at him, her face utterly cold.

“Just go. I don’t know you. Nothing I do has anything to do with you. Don’t come bother me anymore.”

“Senior sister…”

“I really don’t know you!” Xia Zi suddenly shouted. “I’m just your senior schoolmate, that’s all. What does that even mean? You have thousands upon thousands of senior schoolmates — are you going to worry about every single one of them?”

Lu Feifan said nothing, only watched her quietly.

Xia Zi grew agitated. “I really don’t know you. Go. Stop bothering me!”

“You don’t need to draw a line between us. That night, when I took you away from Zhen Jiu’er’s hands, Young Uncle knew about it.”

Or perhaps it should be said — was there anything Young Uncle didn’t know?

The key question was only whether Young Uncle wanted to deal with these matters or not.

But now, Young Uncle would likely not let this go easily.

Because they had provoked Zhen Jiu’er.

“If you want to leave…”

“I can’t leave anymore.”

The coldness on Xia Zi’s face finally dissolved.

She leaned against the leg of the chair, her face ashen. “I like Ninth Master, but Ninth Master likes Zhen Jiu’er. I was jealous of Zhen Jiu’er, and I wanted to kill her. That’s all it was.”

“Really, that’s all it was…”

Xia Zi closed her eyes, her voice a little hoarse. “Go. All of you, go. I have nothing to do with any of you.”

Lu Feifan stared at her for a long, long time.

Her face was pale, and between her brows lingered a trace of suppressed pain.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he finally asked softly, “Is it really worth it, doing this? He doesn’t even know that you’re carrying his child.”

Xia Zi’s face seemed to turn even paler in an instant.

Yet she still clenched her fists tightly and said hoarsely, “It has… nothing to do with you.”