translator â xiao he lian
monday updates â> chapter 11/13
chapter 128.2
ruo fang still refused: âif young master needs someone to talk to, this servant can accompany young master.â
wen chi was speechless but he didnât want to compromise again and again, so he held aâgu stubbornly and didnât let go. aâgu was also very cooperative and obediently nestled in wen chiâs arms, not even giving ruo fang a look.
âyoung master, youâ¦â ruo fangâs outstretched hands were empty. she wanted to say something but stopped and finally sighed, âthese are all ruo taoâs orders, and young master doesnât want me to call ruo tao here, right?â
wen chi: ââ¦â
although wen chi felt that ruo fang was using ruo tao to suppress him, he had to admit that ruo fangâs method was very effective. after struggling for a while, he reluctantly handed aâgu to ruo fang.
he really didnât want to see ruo taoâs face again and he didnât want to have conflicts with her again tonight.
aâgu sensed wen chiâs intentions and instantly panicked, pawing at wen chiâs clothes non-stop, whining and whimpering.
ruo fang hugged aâgu tightly, preventing aâgu from jumping into wen chiâs arms.
wen chi pinched aâguâs soft ears. he wanted to say something, but under ruo fangâs gaze, he still didnât say anything.
ruo fang asked cautiously: âyoung master just called ruo tao before, do you need anything?â
wen chi shook his head: âitâs nothing.â
ruo fang said: âthen this servant will send aâgu back first.â
after watching ruo fang and aâgu leave, wen chi turned around and returned to the bed. he got under the covers, the furry touch of aâgu was still lingering in his hands. for some reason, an unprecedented sense of loneliness overwhelmed him.
at this moment, there was another slight sound from the window.
wen chi heard it clearly and thought that aâgu got rid of ruo fang and ran in from the window sill again. he was overjoyed, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to greet him. unexpectedly, he saw a pair of black boots standing in front of the bed at an unknown time.
wen chi was slightly stunned, then he looked up reflexively. amidst the bright red light emanating from the stove, a familiar mask caught his eye.
thisâ¦â¦
this is the mask he once gave to ping an!
the nerves in wen chiâs brain suddenly tensed. he remembered that when he let aâgu in just now, he used a fork to prop up the window. no wonder this person didnât make too much noise when he came in.
in any case, the visitor did not have any good intentions.
wen chi suddenly picked up the quilt and threw it at the visitor, trying to escape while the personâs gaze was obstructed. however, he didnât expect the person to come prepared and pulled out a tube from somewhere, and with great proficiency, pulled off the lead at the top of the tube.
the next moment, a thick and choking white smoke emanated from the tube. because the man pointed the mouth of the tube at wen chi, in the blink of an eye, wen chiâs vision was covered by a white fog so thick that he could not see his surroundings.
wen chi sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly held his breath but before he did so, he inhaled four or five puffs of white smoke without noticing.
this white smoke seemed to have vitality and scrambled to get into wen chiâs nose. although wen chi tried his best not to let himself inhale the white smoke, it was still penetrating into his senses little by little.
not long after, wen chiâs legs became weak and he fell to the ground with a thud. there seemed to be something blocking his throat and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
the man wearing the mask walked to wen chiâs side, squatted down and quickly touched the acupuncture points on wen chiâs body.
wen chi opened his eyes wide, staring at the man in horror.
he wished he could see the manâs face clearly through the mask.
who is it?
who is this person?
is it shi jinâs person or concubine rongâs?
but why is this man wearing the mask he once gave to ping an? or⦠is ping an not dead?
before, he felt that ping anâs death was a bit strange but since xiao shuanzi personally confirmed ping anâs death, he didnât go into it further. could it be that ping an escaped by luck at that time?
many peopleâs names flashed through wen chiâs mind, but he couldnât determine the identity of the person in front of him â shi ye had too many enemies, and he was shi yeâs person, so almost everyone could have put their attention on him.
at this moment, wen chi finally understood why shi ye often distanced himself from him, why he was always ready to part with him, and why he was so anxious to send him out of the palace.
he didnât expect that those people would chase him hereâ¦
wen chi couldnât move his body or speak, so he could only let the man carry him on his shoulder.
his abdomen was right on the manâs shoulder, causing him some pain. he opened his mouth to speak, but after inhaling the white smoke and being hit on the acupoints, he couldnât make a sound.
the man carried him over the window, hid all the way and flew out of the courtyard with ease.
wen chi saw the guards patrolling the house spot them but they turned their heads and pretended not to see anything.
the night wind was so cold that it hurt wen chiâs face.
wen chi soon realized what was going on and his heart grew cold.
no wonder this person dared to break into his bedroom alone and even carried such a living person like him to fly around the eaves. it turned out that this person had already arranged everything and bribed some people in the houseâ¦
this person probably didnât kidnap him on a whim, but planned it very early on and might have been hiding in the mansion for a long time.
however, wen chi was completely unaware that danger was around him.
it would be fine if he was alone but now he has a child in his womb.
the strings in wen chiâs body were tense to the extreme. he was already uncomfortable and with the cold wind blowing against him, he suddenly felt his stomach churning.
he felt like he was going to throw up.
wen chiâs face turned blue from holding back and he desperately patted the man on the back.
unfortunately, the man couldnât grasp what he was trying to say and just thought he was dizzy from the shaking and slowed down.
wen chi wanted the man to put him down, but after struggling for a long time, the man continued to run forward. finally, he couldnât take it anymore and vomited it out.
wen chi didnât eat anything before, even if he often retched, he could only spit out some water. but not long ago he was forced by ruo tao to drink the medicinal soup, and at this moment he almost vomited up the whole bowl of medicinal soup.
and all the medicinal soup that was vomited out was pasted onto the manâs back by the wind â¦â¦
the man instantly stood still.
the night breeze was blowing loudly, and even if wen chi didnât see the manâs face, he could feel his devastation from the personâs stiff body.