"Something happened in the government office. My master asked me to come and find you, my Lord, and take you back to the capital."

Lin Han frowned: "What happened so late at night?"

"I don't know either..."

Wan Ruo then said, "Then you should go and take a look first. If I come to look for you so late at night, it must be something urgent."

"Then you..." Lin Han was a little embarrassed.

"I can go back by myself. It's not far." Wanruo smiled.

Lin Han nodded and said, "Then I'll go first."

Having said that, Lin Han did not dare to delay and got up and left in a hurry.

Wanruo watched Lin Han walk out of the restaurant. She took two sips of the crucian carp soup and found it a little bland. She wondered if it was because there were too many customers in the restaurant today and the chef was lazy and perfunctory.

Wanruo lost interest for a moment and simply went home.

But just as she walked out of the restaurant, she suddenly felt dizzy. She staggered two steps and tried to reach out to hold on to something, but there was nothing. Instead, she felt dizzy, her eyes went black, and she fainted.

Her body softened and she fell to the ground, but the next moment someone grabbed her waist from behind and she leaned softly into his arms.

The rabbit lantern in his hand slipped and fell to the ground.

Xie Xianyu calmly picked her up and carried her horizontally. A carriage was driven to the door of the restaurant. He held her in his arms, crushed the rabbit lantern with one foot, and got on the carriage.

The carriage stopped for only a moment before driving out again and being lost in the crowd.

There was only a dim candlelight in the carriage. As the carriage swayed forward, the candlelight also jumped with the light, shining brightly or dimly on her porcelain face.

Xie Xianyu sat against the wall of the car, placed her on his lap, and leaned her against his arms. He lowered his eyes to look at her sleeping little face, his eyes dim. He tightened his arms around her waist again, fearing that if he let go, she would disappear.

In the past two months, he wondered how much torture she had endured, how he had been deceived and fooled by her, and how he had suffered for so long holding the body of a stranger, while she was living happily here.

He hated her so much that on the way here, he thought about catching her, skinning her, strangling her neck, and breaking her legs!

He wants to let her know the price of deceiving him!

The more he thought about it, the more he hated her, and the more he hated her, the more he couldn't slow down. He finished the journey of more than half a month in less than ten days, just to break her bones a moment earlier.

But at this moment, when I really held her in my arms, felt her warm body and her even breathing, saw her alive, talking and laughing, the hatred in my heart turned into relief at having found her again.

Fortunately, she is still alive.

He would rather she lied to him.

He pinched her chin, forced her to look up, lowered his head and kissed her lips, pried open her teeth, and kissed her fiercely, venting all the suppressed thoughts and hatred these days. He bit her lips and entangled her tongue, wishing he could swallow her into his stomach.

Wanruo whimpered in his arms, her little face flushed red, but she was too deep to wake up.

He put medicine in the wine. It was a secret medicine that was tributed from the vassal state. It was colorless and tasteless, and just a little bit of it would make people fall into a coma.

She had never seen this kind of medicine, and even if she knew pharmacology, she wouldn't be able to detect it.

Until her lips were swollen and bitten, and bleeding, he tasted a little blood and restrained himself to let her go.

Qing'an asked cautiously outside the car: "Xiaozi, are we going back to Beijing?"

Xie Xianyu said coldly, "No, where does she live now?"

"I live in Sophora japonica Lane."

"Send her back."

"Ah?" Qing'an was stunned for a moment, completely confused as to what his master meant, but he still did as he was told, turned the car around and drove towards Huaishu Lane.

Xie Xianyu rubbed her swollen lips with his fingertips, wiped the blood that seeped from the corner of her lips, and kissed the top of her head with some greed, his low voice chilling and piercing.

"Since you don't care about him so much, I'll show you what kind of person he is."