ng Qianqian decided to follow Lady Yan to the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
Chen Long’s expression darkened slightly.
Going out for a while, only to have his sister lured away by soone—who could possibly understand this feeling?
"I’m going too."
Chen Long said.
Lady Yan replied, "I don’t even want to take her alone."
ng Qianqian also worried that if Chen Long went to the Thousand chanism Pavilion, he might impulsively seek revenge against Gongsun Yanming on the spot.
She still held firm to her belief: revenge could be pursued, but not at the cost of mutual destruction.
Trading life for life—Gongsun Yanming wasn’t important enough to be worth it.
"Brother, you should return to the Yu Family first."
Chen Long didn’t want to go back.
"The Thousand chanism Pavilion is dangerous." He cast Lady Yan a complicated look. "I don’t trust her."
Lady Yan was once again astounded by this pair of siblings: "If I wanted to harm her, I wouldn’t have just helped her out earlier. And—you were faking your gratitude just now, weren’t you?"
Chen Long said solemnly, "I thanked you for your assistance, but that doesn’t an I trust you. Who knows what your true motives are?"
Lady Yan rolled her eyes: "Let make it clear: she’s the one clinging on and refusing to leave."
Chen Long couldn’t refute that.
He turned to look at ng Qianqian: "Why do you insist on going to the Thousand chanism Pavilion?"
ng Qianqian hesitated for a mont before deciding to confess honestly: "I feel like I’ve forgotten so things related to the pavilion. Perhaps going there will help rember."
If ng Qianqian had said her reason was to gather intel or protect Shang Wuyou, Chen Long could easily argue against her. But for regaining lost mories, there was no way he could stop her.
"Are you done discussing? I’m starving!"
Lady Yan impatiently rolled her eyes several tis.
"Brother, I’ll be careful."
Having lived through another lifeti, she wouldn’t die so aninglessly again.
She shook the Divine Woman Order in her hand.
It was her way of assuring Chen Long—she had the amulet gifted by Liu Muye. If things beca truly desperate, she would abandon the mission to save her life.
Lady Yan warned sternly, "Let say this upfront: when you go to the Thousand chanism Pavilion, don’t cause any trouble. If you dare behave like you did today, don’t expect to bail you out again."
ng Qianqian nodded seriously: "Understood."
Lady Yan took ng Qianqian out of the courtyard.
Looking at the Anji Hospital, which now had visibly more officials stationed, ng Qianqian asked, "Should I go and greet the senior apprentice sister I’ve never t before?"
Lady Yan responded indifferently, "If you want to stir up trouble, go ahead."
ng Qianqian lifted her foot to leave.
"Co back!"
Lady Yan gritted her teeth.
ng Qianqian returned innocently to her side: "What’s wrong? You said I could go."
Lady Yan said, "That pair over there is busy saving lives and healing wounds—what business do you have disturbing them? A disciple of mine wouldn’t act so improperly."
ng Qianqian sighed.
She had rely wanted to take the opportunity to glimpse the fad Guardian Qilin.
Lady Yan pulled ng Qianqian onto the carriage.
anwhile, at the Yu Family, Lu Yuan had found an empty house. From Yu Zichuan, he learned that ng Qianqian had gone to the Anji Hospital to et Tan’er, and imdiately set off for the hospital.
But that fool Yu Zichuan led Lu Yuan the wrong way.
Heading east instead of south.
"This place looks like... Anji Hall."
Yu Zichuan said word by word.
Lu Yuan looked coldly at the plaque overhead and pointed: "I can see that! Did you do this on purpose, Yu Zichuan?"
Yu Zichuan thought it over and chose "playing a prank" over "getting lost" because the forr sounded more clever.
In any case, he would never admit to being a fool.
Lu Yuan felt like stabbing soone.
This ti, Lu Yuan refused to let Yu Zichuan lead the way: "You go your way, I’ll go mine."
"You’re not from the Imperial City."
"And are you?"
Yu Zichuan: Oh, he wasn’t either.
The pair finally made their way to the Anji Hospital, and this ti they found the right location—but ng Qianqian had already left with Lady Yan for the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
Seeing Lu Yuan’s face turn stormy with rage, the gloom enveloping Chen Long’s heart suddenly lifted.
Lu Yuan stord out of the hospital with a dark expression.
It so happened that Lu Qi also walked out of Anji Hospital at that mont.
Having finished treating children and civilians, Lu Qi escorted the veiled Gongsun Liuying onto a carriage, his courteous manners refined and elegant.
One was the Guardian Qilin, the other a fated Goddess. Who wouldn’t praise them as a heavenly couple upon seeing them?
"Tch."
Lu Yuan scoffed irritably, striding toward Lu Qi’s carriage with a swagger.
"Mind if I hitch a ride?"
A group of governnt officers imdiately sward and surrounded Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan didn’t even blink: "So stingy?"
Lu Qi stifled his irritation and instructed the officers, "Stand down."
"Yes, Commandery Prince."
The officers retreated to one side.
Lu Qi addressed Lu Yuan, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Yuan replied nonchalantly, "Nothing in particular, just wandering around."
Lu Qi frowned.
He didn’t want Lu Yuan on the carriage.
But if he left Lu Yuan here, who knew what stories Lu Yuan might invent about him upon returning to the Crown Prince Mansion?
"Get on."
Lu Qi said.
Lu Yuan climbed aboard without ceremony.
Lu Qi gave Lu Yuan a deep look before joining him on the carriage.
He seated himself across from Lu Yuan and asked seriously, "Who exactly are you?"
Lu Yuan said, "Didn’t your father tell you?"
Lu Qi stared at Lu Yuan without blinking: "Father said you are the son of an old acquaintance. Yet when you entered the mansion, you claid to be Father’s son. So, which is the truth?"
Lu Yuan curled his lips into a faint smile: "Which do you hope is true?"
Lu Qi narrowed his eyes and calmly replied, "Whether you’re Father’s son or not doesn’t matter to . I don’t mind having an additional brother."
Lu Yuan chuckled: "I’d rather you call Mr. Lu."
Lu Qi paused briefly and said, "If you’re willing to stay in the mansion as a strategist, then when I hold power soday, there will surely be a place for you at court."
Lu Yuan’s smile widened: "Thanks."
After questioning him for half a day, Lu Qi received answers that were watertight, yet remained inscrutable in their tone.
"Are you the Crown Prince’s biological son?"
Lu Yuan suddenly asked.
Lu Qi’s gaze sharpened: "What do you an?"
Lu Yuan replied breezily, "Just asking casually—no need to be so tense. Truth can’t be faked, and lies can’t be made real. Wouldn’t you say?"
Lu Qi asked coldly: "Are you implying doubts about my bloodline?"
Lu Yuan glanced sidelong at him: "Can’t I?"
Lu Qi responded icily, "I’ll advise you not to overstep. I am the Emperor’s only Imperial Grandson. Questioning is questioning the entire Imperial Family. No matter how much my father shields you, he answers to my grandfather, the Emperor. With just one word from him, no one could save your head."
Lu Yuan’s eyes flickered.
The Crown Prince was beneath Emperor Liang.
Was this kid trying to tell him that Emperor Liang held more power than the Crown Prince, or that the relationship between Emperor Liang and the Crown Prince was not as harmonious as it might seem?
If it was the latter, then this kid was certainly cunning.
Was he pretending to be naïve while secretly scheming?
Lu Yuan chuckled: "Don’t try to intimidate with the Emperor. How long have you been his grandson? The Crown Prince has been his son for decades. What makes you think the Emperor would favor you more?"
Lu Qi said arrogantly: "Because I am the sole heir of the Da Liang empire."
Lu Yuan leaned lazily against the carriage wall and teased, "Who’s to say I’m not?"
Lu Qi scoffed: "With just you?"
"The Emperor arrives—"
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