Midnight.
Chen Long had returned.
Covered in blood, he carried a man equally blood-soaked into the Miao King’s courtyard.
The Miao King yawned, "Who is it, at this ungodly hour? After stirring up trouble at the Pri Minister’s Mansion and then the Ministry of Justice, I’m exhausted."
He pushed open the door and saw... a corpse on the ground?
"Dead?"
"Still breathing."
Chen Long replied.
Yu Zichuan’s figure flashed from the large tree, heading to the main courtyard.
Lu Yuan lay on the bed with his eyes closed: "You dare slap the Governor awake? You’re done for."
Yu Zichuan’s hand froze mid-air.
Bao Shu had woken Lu Yuan like that last ti, but when it was his turn, it clearly wasn’t allowed. Yu Zichuan felt quite frustrated.
The sound of Lu Yuan rising woke ng Qianqian.
"Go back to sleep."
Lu Yuan said.
ng Qianqian replied, "I can sleep tomorrow just the sa."
The couple got dressed and stepped out of the room, only to find Bai Yuwei standing under the corridor, looking deeply startled.
"Where are you two going?"
Bai Yuwei asked.
ng Qianqian said, "Chen Long’s returned to the mansion. He’s with Grandpa; we’re going to take a look."
Bai Yuwei imdiately said, "Then I’m going too!"
ng Qianqian gave her a suspicious glance and asked, "Little sister, what business do you have at the main courtyard at midnight?"
"Nothing!"
Bai Yuwei turned away.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Mm... No!"
Bai Yuwei quickly denied after reacting.
ng Qianqian curled her lips slightly but didn’t expose her.
Thinking back on Bai Yuwei’s days in the Capital City, she truly pitied her. Coddled and protected since birth, yet dragged through dangers with them in the Capital.
Though Bai Yuwei had the temperant of a spoiled lady, wasn’t it true she was also born with the fortune of one?
ng Qianqian thoughtfully asked, "Do you want to sleep with later?"
Lu Yuan frowned, "Then where do I sleep?"
ng Qianqian cleared her throat, "When Tan’er gets scared, she always cos over to sleep with ."
"So you’ve completely forgotten about the Governor, haven’t you?"
Without waiting for ng Qianqian’s response, Lu Yuan coldly said, "Mark it down."
ng Qianqian froze.
That... counted as a strike?
That would an later she...
"Why is your face red?"
Bai Yuwei turned to ng Qianqian and asked.
ng Qianqian replied seriously, "A little hot."
Bai Yuwei glared at Lu Yuan, "I think you’re scared of him! Look at you, how useless—learn from our Miaojiang Goddess. If he doesn’t behave, just divorce him!"
Lu Yuan glanced at her, "Whose little sister are you anyway?"
Bai Yuwei huffed, "Bai Qingchen’s! I never acknowledged you as my brother."
Lu Yuan chuckled lightly, "Haven’t recognized a brother yet, but acknowledged a sister-in-law?"
Bai Yuwei blurted out, "Brother-in-law works too."
Lu Yuan: "..."
"Grandpa!"
Bai Yuwei, scared of being smacked, quickly dashed into the courtyard and clung to the Miao King’s arm.
The Miao King was staring solemnly at the man on the ground.
Bai Yuwei finally noticed him and asked strangely, "Huh? He looks familiar."
ng Qianqian said, "It’s the expert from the secret passage."
Bai Yuwei suddenly realized, "So it’s him, no wonder I felt like I’d seen him sowhere before. But his looks... are just average then."
The mask covering his face had been removed by Chen Long, exposing a strong-featured face.
ng Qianqian only gave it a brief glance before turning her focus to Chen Long. "Brother, you’re injured?"
She had acknowledged Chen Long as her brother, a sentint known among her close ones.
Chen Long glanced at his blood-drenched right arm, "It’s just a minor wound, nothing serious."
ng Qianqian grabbed his arm, "Bleeding so much counts as a minor wound? Yu Zichuan, can you help fetch my dical kit from my husband’s and my room?"
Yu Zichuan obediently went.
Chen Long asked the Miao King, "He understands Miaojiang’s Gu Technique. Does the Miao King recognize him?"
The Miao King furrowed his brows in seriousness, "I’ve never seen such a person. If he’s truly a top expert from the Eight Great Tribes, I shouldn’t fail to recognize him."
Bai Yuwei declared confidently, "See? I told you he’s not one of us from Miaojiang! Miaojiang wouldn’t produce traitors!"
ng Qianqian crouched down, examined his injuries, and checked his pulse, "He can be saved. We’ll ask him when he wakes up."
Lu Yuan looked down at the man coldly, "Fine. The dungeon in the Governor Mansion hasn’t seen blood in a long while."
"Carry him inside,"
said the Miao King.
Then he also arranged a room for Chen Long.
As Chen Long was wanted by the Ministry of Justice, staying in the Governor Mansion would be too conspicuous. Temporarily residing in the Miao King’s courtyard was safest.
Yu Zichuan returned with the dical kit.
Since the mysterious man’s injuries were more severe, ng Qianqian had to treat him first.
Lu Yuan carried a tray to Chen Long’s room.
Chen Long waited and waited, only for this guy to show up. His face imdiately darkened, "Why’s it you?"
Lu Yuan casually laughed, "The Governor of rank one personally tending to your wounds, and you’re complaining? Hurry up, roll up your sleeve, or your wound will heal improperly."
Chen Long didn’t move.
"Tch, stubborn mule,"
Lu Yuan sat down beside him dismissively, picked up a bottle of golden sore dicine and said, "The Pri Minister has been taken away by the Ministry of Justice."
"I know."
He’d heard the people talking on his way back. News spread faster than he’d expected.
What he didn’t know was that Liu Qingyun had spent extravagantly, buying public opinion.
Lu Yuan seed to speak casually, "They must have found so other evidence in the secret passage?"
Chen Long didn’t deny it.
Lu Yuan sprinkled so powder over his wound.
"I’ll do it myself!"
Chen Long stood, looked at the powder spilled all over him, and snatched the dicine bottle indignantly.
Lu Yuan smirked and reminded, "Hemostatic Powder first, then golden sore dicine."
Chen Long glared at him with disdain, "I don’t need your reminder."
Lu Yuan raised a brow, "Oh."
Chen Long paused and said, "I can’t give you the evidence for now."
Lu Yuan quickly understood, "You want to use it to negotiate with the Pri Minister? Exchange it for the Shang family’s child?"
"Yes," Chen Long said. "I’m not good at lying. If I hand the evidence over to you or show it to you, the Pri Minister will certainly see through . I can’t take this risk."
Lu Yuan smirked, "You do have self-awareness. Who taught you that?"
Chen Long frowned, "What do you an?"
Lu Yuan raised his brow, "You’re bad at lying and bad at hiding things."
Chen Long’s ability to reach the pinnacle of martial arts stemd precisely from his pure and unblemished heart.
For Lu Yuan, a man adept at outwitting fox-like figures such as the Pri Minister, seeing through a pure heart was child’s play.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
ng Qianqian suddenly appeared at the door.
Lu Yuan’s expression changed. He hurried to grab the dicine bottle from the table.
Chen Long swiftly spoke, "I’m applying dicine myself."
ng Qianqian walked in, "How can you treat yourself? Your right hand is injured—it’s inconvenient!"
Chen Long looked at Lu Yuan and said in a low voice, "He wouldn’t apply it for ."
Lu Yuan, who was suddenly being frad: "...!!"
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