Chapter 323: 244 Chapter 323: 244 His subconscious had already deduced and confird that Qing Jun had seen Little, just as he had surmised monts before.
Yet, even as Zhao Rong deduced this much, he still harbored so doubts about the accuracy of this thought.
After all, it was only a subconscious thought deduced from the logical progression of events, not the result of so strange, divine foresight.
Ever since Zhao Rong had shown Lingfei his Heart Lake yesterday, although he maintained a calm exterior, inside he was still sowhat anxious.
During their subsequent interactions, even when feeding her porridge, Zhao Rong had been carefully observing his consort’s expression. Yet aside from a few odd questions at the beginning that hinted at emotional turmoil, she did not exhibit any other abnormalities, even dropping her previous suspicion about his acquaintance with Liu Kongyi.
It seed as if… nothing had happened.
Therefore, Zhao Rong later ca to the rough conclusion that Qing Jun probably had not seen his Heart Lake, or if she had, she might only have seen the lake’s color, using so magic to test the truth of his words without accessing his “thoughts,” including those about Little.
But sohow, even though he felt relieved, he also felt a strange sense of loss, as if he wished that Lingfei could know directly about Little.
However, later on, Zhao Rong thought it might be for the better. In a few days’ ti, once he settled into a routine at the Academy, he would go and find Little.
By then, the “ideological work” for both parties should be nearly completed, and he could arrange a eting between Qing Jun and Little, hoping for a smooth interaction with minimal conflict.
But now, it seed the situation was evolving in a different direction.
Zhao Rong patted his forehead.
What exactly did Qing Jun an by giving him that bellyband?
It was after yesterday’s morning “porridge feeding” and his complaints of discomfort, along with the ntion of wanting hot water at night for reading, that she possibly made a sudden decision.
Or… had she seen his Heart Lake and perceived those “thoughts,” including those about Little!
For within these thoughts, intertwined with the matter of Little, were his recent preoccupations.
One was keeping accounts for Yu Huaijin.
And the other, his growing insensitivity to the thirst-quenching effects of honey water and his desire to ask Qing Jun about her needlework, used for making autumn clothes. He wanted Qing Jun to asure him with her bare hands, just like Little, and weave for him a warm, perfectly fitting set of autumn attire…
Zhao Rong felt like slapping himself for entertaining such whims and fantasies, which had now led him to this state of distress—as Qing Jun brought him the “autumn clothes” ant to warm and quench his thirst, and he, lost in his emotions, even had trouble with his internal qi circulation, now holding the “autumn clothes” and staring blankly ahead.
What exactly was Qing Jun’s intent?
Did she send the bellyband after discovering the thought that included Little, as a subtle warning?
Or was it rely a thoughtful gesture without any deeper implications?
Suddenly, as Zhao Rong was deep in contemplation, biting his teeth, a piercing pain shot through his waist and swiftly spread throughout his body.
At the sa ti, his legs went numb, and sensations of aching and soreness engulfed him.
This was the consequence of the backlash of Innate Primordial Qi from a failed attempt to impact the “Belt ridian.”
“Hiss…”
Zhao Rong drew in a sharp breath.
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The following morning, birdcalls washed over the scene.
At East Fence Small House, by the bamboo fencing in the eastern corner, Jia Tengying was stooping down with a ladle in his hand, scooping stored rainwater from a barrel to water the autumn chrysanthemums.
Thud, thud, thud————
Jia Tengying set down the ladle and turned to open the courtyard door.
Standing outside was Fan Yushu, who looked around as he toyed with the hollowed-out Jade Gourd at his waist.
Fan Yushu turned his head, glimpsed past Jia Tengying’s shoulder into the courtyard, and emitted a light exclamation, “Brother Jia, where’s Ziyu? Isn’t he usually up by this ti?”
Jia Tengying scratched his head, “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him up early today; he seems to still be in his room.”
Just then.
Creak——
The door of the north room was pushed open from inside.
Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying both turned around, only to pause in surprise. Zhao Rong appeared, his face as pale as the morning’s frost in autumn. Supporting his waist with one hand and the door with the other, he stepped out.
Zhao Rong spoke, slightly out of breath, “Brother Yushu, Brother Teng Ying, good morning.”
Upon seeing him, Fan Yushu’s brows furrowed. He sighed heavily and stamped his foot, pounding his fist:
“Ziyu, oh Ziyu, you are… you are… I know my sister-in-law ca yesterday, and you might’ve lost control, but… but you must exercise so restraint in your activities.”
Zhao Rong: “………”
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