Chapter 100 I really want to do something outrageous to Xunxun

When we arrived at the governor's mansion, its grandeur was truly impressive, with soldiers carrying guns everywhere, inside and out.

Fu Qingyan puffed out his chest, looking down on everyone, and dragged Xie Xun inside.

As Xie Xun passed through a corridor, he suddenly stopped and stared at a rose bush in full bloom in the courtyard, his eyes revealing obvious sadness.

He murmured, "...My mother's favorite flower was the rose."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingyan immediately perked up, "You like them? I'll have someone get them all for you right now!"

"No! You don't understand."

Xie Xun frowned at him, his eyes clear and full of disapproval. "It's such a waste to pick such a beautiful flower. Some things are better left unseen."

He was deliberately trying to disgust this clone.

You have to use these flowery, literary phrases to entice him.

Fu Qingyan was speechless at these words, and scratched his head, seemingly trying to figure out what he meant, but he couldn't come up with a solution.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

Upon entering the small living room, Fu Qingyan tried to pounce on him and hug him again, but Xie Xun nimbly dodged and sat on the sofa furthest away from him.

He frowned, pressing his fingers to his temples. "Second Master, what's that smell in your room? It's giving me a headache and making me want to vomit."

Fu Qingyan was taken aback, wondering if he had brought any evil energy back from the military camp, or if some antique in the room was disturbing him.

He took two steps back, suppressing his anger, and said, "There's no smell at all! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Maybe it's because my body is useless."

Upon hearing this, Xie Xun immediately put on his dramatic act, leaning weakly against the sofa, "If Second Master finds me troublesome, you can send me back now."

"Who said I was going to send you away!"

Fu Qingyan immediately panicked. Could he let the duck that was already in his mouth fly away?

He suppressed his anger, "You, you wait! I'll pour you a cup of hot tea to calm you down!"

While Fu Qingyan went out to pour tea, Xie Xun quickly looked around the room.

The furnishings were quite simple, like Fu Qinghuai's style, but there were also a few flashy items mixed in, which clearly reflected Fu Qingyan's aesthetic.

Their traces were intertwined, neither willing to give in.

Xie Xun pondered that he needed to find a way to see Fu Qinghuai as soon as possible so that they could discuss anything.

A moment later, Fu Qingyan returned with tea and a velvet box in his hand. He opened it as if presenting a treasure, revealing a necklace inlaid with a large black gemstone, which looked rather sinister.

"How about it, good stuff, right?"

Fu Qingyan said smugly, "This is an old item, it has a spirit, it's perfect for you!"

As he spoke, he was about to put it around Xie Xun's neck.

Xie Xun's expression changed instantly when he saw that thing.

"Take it away! Take it away now! This thing is too full of death energy!"

He shrank back as if he had seen a ghost, his voice trembling, "If I wear this, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight! Second Master, you... do you want to kill me?"

Fu Qingyan frowned and glanced at him. Seeing that he couldn't get Xie Xun to wear it no matter what he did, he had no choice but to close the box.

Xie Xun was far too wary.

Even in the illusion, he was able to maintain such a strong will and not succumb to it.

It seems he has to think of another way.

After several rounds, Fu Qingyan was already furious with Xie Xun, this sickly fellow, but had nowhere to vent his anger. He wanted to use force but was afraid of actually killing him, so he could only keep it to himself.

It wandered around the house like a dog that had been walked until it went crazy.

Xie Xun appeared weak and frail, huddled on the sofa, but he was secretly quite pleased.

This is nothing. Before he even meets Fu Qinghuai, he has to teach this disgusting clone a lesson and get him some discipline.

He needs to know who the real father is.

Xie Xun was pondering how to torment Fu Qingyan next when he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest—it was the broken jade hanging from his chest.

A thought struck him, but he remained outwardly calm, continuing to lean weakly against the sofa, his fingers secretly gripping the hot jade.

Almost simultaneously, the heavy, carved wooden door leading from the living room to the inner room creaked open and was slowly pushed open from the inside.

A tall, imposing figure stood against the light at the doorway, dressed in a crisp military uniform with sharp epaulets, yet his aura was completely different from Fu Qingyan's.

He didn't try to be flamboyant, and he didn't even have the playful smile he used to have when he was with me. Instead, he exuded a deep and imposing aura.

A powerful aura instantly filled the entire living room.

This is Fu Qinghuai.

I just don't know if he has lost his memory like Liu Xiuyuan and the others.

The man's gaze was tangible, first sweeping coldly over the agitated Fu Qingyan, who immediately fell silent like a chicken being choked, instinctively taking a half-step back, a hint of fear flashing across his face.

Then, his gaze fell on Xie Xun on the sofa.

Xie Xun could clearly feel that gaze lingered on his face and neck for a moment, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Fu Qinghuai's eyes were as deep as an ancient well, revealing no emotion. He had shed his usual manipulative behavior, but Xie Xun knew that this guy was a little unhappy.

Fu Qingyan, trying to appear strong and composed, forced a smile. "Big brother, why are you out here? Didn't you say you had military affairs to attend to..."

However, Fu Qinghuai completely ignored him and walked straight to the single sofa in front of Xie Xun, sitting down with the weight of his military boots.

He picked up the slightly cool quilt that Fu Qingyan had just thrown over, and without even looking at it, casually poured it on the ground.

"Change to a hot one," he said, his voice low and cold, addressing the guard beside him, but his eyes remained fixed on Xie Xun.

The guards immediately bowed and withdrew.

Fu Qingyan's face turned pale and then red.

Fu Qinghuai then turned his head slightly, his gaze piercing Fu Qingyan like an icicle, "You brought him here?"

"I... he insisted on coming to see you!"

Fu Qingyan quickly shifted the blame, pointing at Xie Xun, "He said he wants to annul the engagement with you in person!"

"break off an engagement?"

Fu Qinghuai repeated himself, his tone unreadable, then turned his gaze back to Xie Xun's face, "You want to break off the engagement?"

Xie Xun met his gaze, quickly weighing his options in his mind.

Fu Qinghuai didn't seem to be awake or not, and he wasn't sure what role this guy was playing in this illusion or whether he had been affected.

He decided to continue acting, and incidentally, to sow discord between Fu Qingyan and Fu Qingyan.

After a while, Xie Xun lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled, revealing a section of his fair and delicate neck.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough, and it even carried a hint of grievance and stubbornness.

"General, it's not that Xie Xun is ungrateful. It's just... Second Master said that if I don't comply with him, he will make the Xie family suffer. I... I'm just a sickly man used to bring good luck in marriage, my life is not worth cherishing, but the Xie family is innocent."

As he spoke, his voice trembled slightly. "Rather than implicate my family, it would be better for me to come and explain to you in person, and ask you to dissolve the engagement. It would be better than being forced like this by Second Master."

Xie Xun's words completely absolved him of any responsibility, claiming that Fu Qingyan had coerced and lured him into the situation.

He endured humiliation and hardship to come and reason with the warlord for the sake of his family.

This is tantamount to putting Fu Qingyan directly in the spotlight, a perfect way to shift the blame!

"You're talking nonsense! That's not what you just said!"

Fu Qingyan was so angry that he jumped up and down, pointing at Xie Xun and saying to Fu Qinghuai, "Big brother! Don't listen to his act of playing the victim! It's his own fault..."

"Enough." Fu Qinghuai interrupted him, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority.

His gaze towards Fu Qingyan was filled with undisguised disgust and coldness. "When did it become your place to touch my things?"

Fu Qingyan froze under his gaze, feeling as if he were being watched by a natural enemy, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Fu Qinghuai stood up, walked up to Xie Xun, and his tall figure loomed over him.

He reached out and gently touched the white petal that had fallen on Xie Xun's head.

Fu Qinghuai looked at the petals, then at Xie Xun, his gaze complex and unreadable, finally settling into a low, ambiguous whisper:

"You acted well."

Xie Xun's heart skipped a beat; he had figured it out!

At this moment, Fu Qinghuai leaned down and whispered in his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear, his tone carrying a hint of seduction.

"Xunxun is dressed so provocatively, it makes me really want to fuck you right here."