Chapter 43: Purple Tail’s Character
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Chu Yihan tightened his grip on the book. He felt uneasy at the thought of her enduring such intense pain for a few days every month while he could do so little for her.
Hong Lian walked out of Chu Yihan’s study room in a daze. Mo Qi kindly accompanied her, saying, “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Are you tired from working at the Silver Moon Pavilion?”
Hong Lian shook her head. “Not tired. Do you know who the woman Your Highness is interested in?”
Mo Qi chuckled. “You know Your Highness’s temperament. How could I possibly tell you about that!”
“Why can’t you tell me? Tell me!” Hong Lian grabbed Mo Qi’s collar, her emotions rising. Her enchanting eyes turned slightly red, making her even more alluring.
At least in Mo Qi’s eyes, she was beautiful.
However, as Chu Yihan’s trusted confidant, he looked helplessly at Hong Lian. “You also serve a master. Would you dare to tell me about your master?”
After hearing this, Hong Lian took a deep breath and let go of Mo Qi. Her voice carried a thick sense of disappointment. “1 overstepped my bounds.”
As Mo Qi looked at the blooming lotus flower on her red dress, a trace of regret appeared on his face. “You overstepped your bounds, and so did 1.”
From the moment he laid eyes on this woman, he had overstepped his bounds.
Su Yingxue had been nursing Ziwei in the Marquis’s Manor for a few days, and his complexion had improved significantly since their first meeting.
One could tell that despite his cold and expressionless face, there were remarkable features.
If he were dressed up and placed among the young masters of wealthy families, he would stand out.
Zhilan thought he was handsome. Su Yingxue instructed her to bring the medicine to Ziwei. With a cheerful smile, she approached him. “Ziwei, the medicine Miss asked me to bring. Drink it while it’s still hot.”
Ziwei held his sword, his face cold, and treated her as if she were invisible, completely ignoring her.
Zhilan pouted with sadness and said, “Miss asked me to bring this to you. Miss said you were poisoned and must be detoxified.”
She moved forward again, almost reaching Ziwei’s presence when suddenly a gust of wind flashed by.
“Ah!” Zhilan screamed.
Su Yingxue pulled her back just in time, saving her from being killed by Ziwei’s sword.
Zhilan, still shaken by the scare, glared at Ziwei, “How could you be ? Miss kindly brewed the medicine for you, 1 kindly brought it to you, and you still want to kill me! Look, the medicine has spilled!”
Zhilan gazed at the broken bowl, feeling sorry not only for the spilled medicine but also for Su Yingxue’s efforts.
Ziwei remained expressionless, his eyes icy. “You’re not her.”
“I… I’m not Miss, but I’m Miss’s maid. Why would I harm you?” Zhilan felt that she wasn’t trusted and stomped her foot in sadness.
“Yes,” Ziwei coldly deepened her distress without any mercy.
Zhilan puffed up her little face, her eyes filled with grievances. Su Yingxue gently rubbed her face and comforted her. “That’s just his personality. We still have more medicine. Pour another bowl.”
“Yes, Miss.” As soon as Su Yingxue gave the order, Zhilan immediately went to get another bowl of medicine. However, she didn’t dare to get close to Ziwei anymore. After handing the medicine to Su Yingxue, she quickly left.
In the room, there were only Su Yingxue and Ziwei. Su Yingxue placed the medicine in his hand. “Drink it.”
Ziwei downed the whole bowl, leaving no trace behind. It was completely different from when Zhilan had brought him the medicine. He showed no sign of guarding against Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue found it amusing. “You’re afraid that Zhilan will harm you, but you’re not afraid that I’ll harm you..”