Yuwen Jun’s eyes flickered, and ultimately, as if he had made a decision, he began speaking slowly, "In the Northern Lands, Uncle Five and I were constantly obstructing each other. He knew you were my weakness and wanted to use you to threaten me. In a desperate move, I could only send you away."
"..." Bai Junjun unconsciously rubbed her goosebump-covered arms.
His words were reasonable and she couldn’t refute them, but it all still seemed far-fetched—after all, they were both so young, what did they know about love and romance.
"Even if that’s the reason you want me to head south, what about my faked death? Surely that was your own scheme?"
Yuwen Jun shook his head, "I really didn’t know. Although, I did indeed make some arrangements in Biluo, I would never gamble with your reputation. The moment I heard the news, I almost went mad. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Ah Ke."
Bai Junjun raised an eyebrow, "That’s odd. Who would go to such lengths for you to go to the Eastern Land?"
"..." Yuwen Jun found himself at a loss for words, "I... don’t know."
Watching Yuwen Jun stammer, Bai Junjun found it amusing.
"Seriously though, you’re the only beneficiary. If it wasn’t you, but you can’t name who, could it be that the Third Prince is tired of living and deliberately set a trap for himself to fall into?
Or could it be that another prince couldn’t stand to see Lao San backed by grandfathers and uncles and went out of their way to find an excuse to remove you, the great Buddha, from the Northern Lands?"
"..." Yuwen Jun was silent.
"Didn’t you say you’d be completely honest with me? Now, when it’s time to bare your heart, you can’t even utter a word?"
Yuwen Jun’s gaze darkened, "I don’t know, but there is definitely a huge conspiracy behind all this, just Hongmen Banquet, which Yuwen Luanfei hosted with ulterior motives."
"Oh?" Bai Junjun looked at Yuwen Jun, amused, as he swiftly changed the topic. Was he shifting the blame onto Yuwen Luanfei that quickly?
Or was Yuwen Jun subtly hinting to her that all of this was Yuwen Luanfei’s design?
Unfortunately, if she hadn’t interacted with Yuwen Luanfei, maybe she would have believed it; too bad she was quite familiar with the artist.
Yuwen Jun’s obvious topic shift seemed to her like a feeble attempt to hide the truth, raising even more suspicion. What to do?
Yuwen Jun, noticing Bai Junjun’s enigmatic gaze, narrowed his eyes, "I know you’ve been very close to Yuwen Luanfei lately, and perhaps you’re impressed by his forthrightness.
But someone who can control the Imperial Court so steadily can’t be as straightforward as he seems. Don’t let yourself be blinded by him."
"Alright then, is there anything else you want to say? If not, I’m going back."
Bai Junjun yawned indifferently, having thought this man would reveal some information to her, only to find he either talked about useless romance or shifted suspicion onto others.
His blatantly divisive words between her and Yuwen Luanfei were truly exasperating.
How foolish of her to waste time here in the middle of the night; she would rather be home sleeping.
Watching Bai Junjun remain unmoved, Yuwen Jun couldn’t help but grab her hand and pull her toward himself.
"Miss, how can you not understand what I’m saying?"
Bai Junjun frowned deeply, "Don’t call me ’Miss’!"
Was that a title he had any right to use?
Yuwen Jun pressed his lips together, struggling to hold back, "Why can he but not me? Isn’t he the person you hate the most?"
Bai Junjun was perplexed. What was he talking about? Since when did Yuwen Luan call her ’Miss’?
"Li Wenli, he’s worthy?" Darkness filled Yuwen Jun’s eyes.
Suddenly, Bai Junjun realized he was referring to Fox; that changed everything—no, wait...