Chapter 30: Slap him?

A whole day has passed, and aside from her little quirks, Lan Wu still remembers the important matters.

Chu Mingheng felt that she had gone too far in her fear. Now, she looked as if she wanted to drag out the mastermind behind the scenes, skin him alive, and tear him apart to vent her hatred.

"Why did you decide to go dancing yesterday? Did you think I was going to come over?" Chu Mingheng patted her lower back to help her get off him.

Lan Wu lingered as she came down, nodded, and said, "I was going anyway, and I heard that Your Majesty might also be attending the banquet, so I'm even more determined to go. I want to see Your Majesty."

She would occasionally utter these soft words, which were exceptionally kind-hearted, but the one listening to them was Chu Mingheng.

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Lan Wu followed him to the inner hall in a sullen mood. When she saw Chu Mingheng sitting on the soft couch, she followed him up as well.

"I actually have a pretty good idea who drugged me." Lan Wu knelt opposite Chu Mingheng. There was a stack of books on the low table in front of her. The palace servants had piled them up for show, and they didn't know if Lan Wu liked reading them or not.

Lan Wu was reborn, but she couldn't have a new brain. Nothing like this had happened in her previous life. Besides, Aunt He Ying had always treated her normally and sometimes even took good care of her, so she wasn't wary of He Ying back then.

On her way back to Lefang from Xuyuan, she felt something strange in her body. At that moment, she suddenly remembered He Ying's unusual behavior and a thought popped into her head—He Ying had drugged her.

“He Ying is dead,” Chu Mingheng told her.

Lan Wu seemed to have anticipated this. She nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the pile of books.

In the palace, the principle is to eliminate all traces of trouble. That person's methods were so swift and decisive that it seemed unlikely he was doing this for the first time.

Judging from the current situation, the only people who have a grudge against her are Consort Shu's faction, but that's not necessarily true. Although Consort Rou has not shown her face, she had dealings with her in her previous life, and she was not a kind person.

Thinking of all this, Lan Wu sighed.

The sigh was so obvious that when Lan Wu looked up, she saw Chu Mingheng staring at her intently.

Is she going to get criticized even for sighing? Does Chu Mingheng have to care about this?

Lan Wu muttered to herself, then walked around the low table and instantly nestled into Chu Mingheng's arms. Her beautiful eyes darted around, and her voice was timid as she whispered in his ear, "Your Majesty, I'm so scared. Your Majesty will stand up for me, won't you?"

"How do you want me to make decisions for you?" Chu Mingheng turned his head and spoke calmly, his gaze falling on Lan Wu's long black hair. She had been making a ruckus until late at night, and after washing up, her hair was loose and now dry, hanging down to her lower back.

This question should be answered with care.

Lan Wu naturally wanted that person to die, but she also knew that Chu Mingheng didn't like her making him feel disgusted, so she couldn't answer that question.

"As long as we find out who it is, I will definitely ask her why she treated me this way. What did I do to offend her, or is she just unhappy with me?"

Lan Wu reached out and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the pitiful tears that hadn't even fallen from the corners of her eyes. She frowned, secretly glanced at Chu Mingheng, and quickly looked away before continuing, "If it's possible, if it's possible, this concubine would like to... slap her... is that alright?"

Although she didn't know who it was, she only said she wanted to slap someone, which showed she was already very kind.

After Lan Wu finished speaking, she frequently looked at Chu Mingheng.

After waiting for a while and listening to her feigned pitifulness, this is what I came up with.

"Just one slap?" Chu Mingheng asked her in return, his casual gaze sweeping over her face before settling on her hand.

Is this enough or not?

As Lan Wu was wondering, her left wrist was grabbed and lifted up, palm facing up, fingers curling up slightly and weakly.

Chu Mingheng's fingers gently touched her palm, and in the next instant, Lan Wu opened her palm.

"Your hands are so soft, won't it hurt if I hit you?"

Lan Wu misunderstood his words, thinking he didn't want her to hit someone. Feeling annoyed, she closed her palms and gently pushed his hand away.

She's already been very kind, being schemed against like that, and all she did was publicly slap him. You can't even grant her this small amount of retaliation?

Chu Mingheng is just too—too despicable!

Since that's the case, then it's better not to tell her who she is; she can't kill her secretly on her own!

Before Lan Wu could suppress the murderous intent that flashed in her eyes, her face was lifted up and placed directly in front of Chu Mingheng.

"Hmm?" Chu Mingheng saw the murderous intent in her eyes, and also saw Lan Wu's stunned expression before she could react. Unexpectedly, he did not scold her or turn cold. Instead, he smiled with a hint of doting affection and asked her slowly, "Do you really only want to slap her?"

Lan Wu was caught in a bind, unable to back down. She could only grit her teeth and mutter with a surge of determination, "Slap her, slap her to death."

Chu Mingheng smiled and picked him up, carrying him to the bed: "You do know how to create some punishments."

The bed was soft and large, the space inside the canopy was square, the bedding was warm, and the wooden carvings on the bed were exquisite and beautiful.

Lan Wu was carried onto the bed. As soon as the blanket was lifted, she instinctively crawled inside. After a while, she lifted the blanket a little more, as if she had figured something out. Lying on the bed, her bright eyes stared straight at Chu Mingheng.

"Does Your Majesty already know who did it?"

Chu Mingheng told her that nothing in the palace could bypass him.

Even if something has happened, it can be found out if someone is determined to investigate.

Chu Mingheng went to extinguish the candles, and when he returned to the bed, he was embraced.

"Your Majesty..." Lan Wu called out to him.

Someone gently rubbed her head and she heard him say, "I'll take care of things for you. You don't need to lift a finger. Be careful not to hurt your hand by slapping it."

Lan Wu was somewhat stunned by these words.

Although she was favored in her previous life, Chu Mingheng never said such things to her. Most of the time, Chu Mingheng would deal with people on his own without asking her how to deal with them. She was content to be a favored concubine.

But Chu Mingheng is not omnipotent and cannot be completely foolproof.

That's why she died.

Thinking of this, Lan Wu took a breath, buried herself in Chu Mingheng's arms, and said softly, "Your Majesty, please keep a close eye on your concubines and don't let them do anything bad to me."

Otherwise she'll do something bad.

Lan Wu thought to herself, "I can't just wait for others to harm me every time, can I? If I can't defend myself, then I'll take the initiative and let everyone in the palace see that I'm not someone to be trifled with."

But when it comes to harming others, Lan Wu really doesn't have any ideas. After all, in her previous life, Chu Mingheng always dealt with her when she tried to do something bad in secret.

Chu Mingheng was unaware of the deeper meaning behind her words, only assuming she was frightened. So he gently patted her back and echoed her words, "I'm watching you. Go to sleep."