Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seeing his hesitation, Su Yingxue smiled and said, âIs Guard Lan afraid that others will find out that you accepted bribes and canât explain it in front of the emperor?â
Lan Ling turned his face to the side and hummed in agreement.
âThen Iâll leave the medicine here. If Guard Lan wants it, feel free to take it. If not, let the palace attendants collect it.â
Su Yingxue placed the two bottles of golden wound medicine at Lan Lingâs feet and said before she left, âThe golden wound medicine is made from Blood Clotting Grass and has an excellent healing effect.â
She had already walked far away, but her voice lingered in Lan Lingâs mind.
He bent down to pick up the medicine. The wound on his leg was still bleeding, but what concerned him more was, âSu Yingxue, are you genuinely kind and concerned about me?â
âItâs fake!â
Little Ginsengâs voice sounded in Su Yingxueâs mind.
Su Yingxue was surprised. âYouâre awake?â
It hadnât appeared for such a long time, and she thought that this fellow was no longer in her consciousness!
Little Ginseng floated up with a tuft of whisker on its head, looking annoyed. âYou still have the nerve to say that! If you hadnât plucked my precious whisker, would I have needed such a long recovery? You almost killed me!â âYouâre full of energy now. Thereâs nothing wrong with you at all. Iâm relieved!â
Su Yingxue patted her chest. When she heard Little Ginseng getting worked up in her mind, she felt much more at ease.
âI canât stand you lying to such a pure and handsome brother, so I jumped out to teach you a lesson!â Little Ginseng expressed disdain.
âHow did 1 lie to him? I was just giving him some medicine, and I owed him a favor.â Su Yingxue did not think much of it. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDo you dare to say that you have no intentions towards him?â These ancient eyes of Little Ginseng had seen through many things.
âI do have some motives. My motherâs death is related to the empress. Lan Ling is the emperorâs most loyal palace guard. He might know something, and by befriending him, I might find out something as well.â Su Yingxue didnât hide her plan from Little Ginseng.
âHmph, that little brother will fall for you sooner or later!â This was what Little Ginseng despised.
Su Yingxue rolled her eyes. âDo you think everyone is like you? You only like one face?â
She didnât take Little Ginsengâs words to heart at all. She never thought in the years to come, she would feel guilty for Lan Lingâs death.
In the imperial study.
Chu Mingyuan and Chu Yihan were at daggers drawn, and the atmosphere in the hall dropped to freezing point.
After Chu Mingyuan ascended the throne, he rarely spent time alone with Chu Yihan.
He knew that the two of them no longer had any brotherhood.
However, todayâs events gave him a sense of imminent danger.
âToday, you colluded with Su Yingxue to tarnish Xiuwenâs reputation. Although he is not without fault, I have to punish him. Starting from my prince. Chu Yihan, are you unable to hold it in anymore?â Chu Mingyuan questioned sternly.
âImperial Brother is worrying too much.â
There was no emotion in Chu Yihanâs voice.
His meticulously crafted face, akin to that of a deity, remained perennially cold.
However, his indifference and disregard further infuriated Chu Mingyuan.
He slammed the table heavily. âChu Yihan, donât give me that indifferent look. Do you think I donât know you want this throne?â
âWhat I want, has never been unattainable.â Chu Yihanâs eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty cold light.
âYou⦠Insolent!â Chu Mingyuanâs face was livid with anger. The scenes before he ascended the throne all appeared in his mind.
âThe prince I favor most is Yihan.â
âBut Father, I am the Crown Prince you appointed!â