Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Chu Chengye sneered, âBeing cautious, so what? I have no intention of harming him!â
âIndeed, Your Highnessâs methods are quite ingenious!â Liu Fu spared no effort in praising him.
A cold, sinister intent spread across Chu Chengyeâs face. âI wonder if my dear imperial uncle has hurried over upon hearing that Su Yingxue has entered the palace?â
âI saw the Ninth Prince enter the palace just now. At this momentâ¦â
Chu Chengye chuckled lightly and turned to leave.
His imperial uncle held Su Yingxue dearly, not allowing anyone to even touch her. How would he feel seeing his beloved woman with another man right now?
When Xiao Yu found Su Yingxue, she seemed to be in a deep sleep, leaning against a pillar with her eyes closed.
He called out softly, âMiss Su?â
âHuh? Why is Xiao Yu here?â
Su Yingxue was in the Medicine King Valley and could hear Xiao Yu calling her. However, her medicine wasnât ready yet, so she couldnât go out to respond.
âOh! You are attracting another man again!â
Little Ginseng floated in front of Su Yingxue, its long roots swaying. One of them lightly tapped Su Yingxueâs face.
Su Yingxue swatted it away.
She rolled her eyes. âYouâre the one attracting attention!â
She didnât intend to provoke Xiao Yu, and it seemed Xiao Yu wasnât interested in her either.
However, Chu Chengyeâs wine was too strong. If she went out now, she wouldnât know what to say to Xiao Yu.
Even boiling the hangover soup made her feel dizzy.
âMiss Su? Su Yingxue?â
She heard Xiao Yu call her again. Just as she was considering whether to go out and tell him to leave first, she suddenly heard a muffled groan.
âPuff!â
Xiao Yu was struck by Chu Yihanâs palm, and his wheelchair shattered into pieces. He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fainted.
âXiao Yu!â
Su Yingxue couldnât hesitate. She quickly stood up and rushed to Xiao Yuâs side to check his breathing.
He was hanging on by a thread. If Chu Yihan used a bit more force, he wouldâve been done for.
Su Yingxue looked at Chu Yihan in distress. âYour Highness, what are you doing? Why would you harm someone for no reason?â
âAre you blaming me? He attempted to touch you, why didnât you evade?â Chu Yihanâs chest heaved with anger. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He was worried about Su Yingxueâs safety in the empressâs palace, so he hurried over to find her. But now, seeing someone trying to harm her, and then being blamed for it?
Su Yingxue felt Chu Yihan was being unreasonable. âYour Highness, heâs Xiao Yu, the eldest young master of the Xiao family, the nephew of the Noble Consort. Do you realize what trouble youâll bring if you kill him?â
Su Yingxue didnât have time to explain further. She lifted Xiao Yu, fed him a Heart Protection Pill, and began acupuncture to revive him.
Just as she was about to insert the third needle, someone grabbed her hand.
Chu Yihan questioned her sternly, âSu Yingxue, whatâs your relationship with him? Why are you so concerned about him?â
âI have no relationship with him! Your Highness, let go quickly, or we wonât be able to save him!â
âAre you so worried about him? If he dies, then so be it!â
âNo! If he dies⦠there will be consequences!â
âWhat consequences should I be worried about?â
Chu Yihan pulled Su Yingxue into his arms.
Xiao Yu fell to the ground again. Su Yingxue hurriedly pushed Chu Yihan away. âYour Highness nowâs not the time to be angry. Let me save him first, then Iâll explain everything to you later..â