Chapter 80: The Brocade That Was Scalding Hot One Moment and Icy Cold the Next

Yan Jue, however, refused to give up. "I saw you coming over here. Are you still going to deny it?"

Shen Pingjin knew that Yan Jue was telling the truth, but she had just... truly lost consciousness.

When I first got the brocade, it felt cool to the touch, but soon it became hot and burning, like a heat source that kept radiating heat.

Shen Pingjin found it strange, but before she could think about it further, Yan Jue leaned in close.

"I admit it," Shen Pingjin conceded defeat.

Seemingly not expecting Shen Pingjin to actually utter those three words, Yan Jue froze beside the soft couch.

Before he could speak, Shen Pingjin stood up from the soft couch. Yan Jue was about to stop her when he saw Shen Pingjin skip away, reaching out her hand as if to stop him from speaking.

"Don't say anything yet, don't worry. After a period of rest, I'm much better, so you don't need to worry about me."

Yan Jue froze on the spot.

As Shen Pingjin felt the scorching heat emanating from Chu Jin, a feeling of wanting to flee welled up inside her. Of course, that's what she thought, and that's what she did.

Watching Shen Pingjin's retreating figure, Yan Jue sighed. Actually... if she just wanted to take Chujin back, she could have just told him; there was no need for all this trouble.

Shortly after she fainted, Eunuch Shun, who was by the Emperor's side, came with someone to inform her that the Emperor had ordered him to come to the palace.

Now that Shen Pingjin is alright, it's time for me to enter the palace.

Yan Jue raised his sleeves, looked at the dark medicine on the table, and a smile appeared on his lips.

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The brocade in her hands felt like burning coals; after a while, she wanted to throw it away.

She finally got back to her room, put Chu Jin down, and turned around to see Lu Qingjia looking aggrieved.

Shen Pingjin was always quite patient with Lu Qingjia. She quickly covered the brocade behind her back and smiled brightly, "Jiajia, you're here."

Lu Qingjia felt very wronged because the pretty older sister had told her to go first, but when she came back alone, she forgot to ask her to follow.

If he hadn't been waiting nearby outside the door, the pretty lady might have completely forgotten about him.

Shen Pingjin was burned by Chu Jin, and naturally forgot about Lu Qingjia. In that sense, she felt quite sorry for Lu Qingjia.

"Pretty sister, do you not like Jiajia anymore? Do you regret letting Jiajia come to the Regent's Palace?"

Shen Pingjin quickly waved her hand, "Jiajia, I was wrong just now. I have never disliked you. Please don't misunderstand me, Jiajia."

Lu Qingjia's bright eyes, which had been quite dull, lit up upon hearing this. "Sister, are you telling the truth? You're not lying to Jiajia, are you?"

Shen Pingjin nodded emphatically, "Jiajia, when has your sister ever lied to you?"

The woman before him looked solemn, her large, watery eyes fixed on him. Her eyebrows were delicately arched, her face as rosy as a peach blossom, as clear as spring water; her features were so beautiful and refined. Lu Qingjia was deeply captivated by Shen Pingjin's beauty, and her mouth involuntarily replied, "Sister, Jiajia believes you."

"Mmm!" Seeing that Lu Qingjia had regained her usual spirits, Shen Pingjin coaxed her gently, "Jiajia, I have something to deal with alone right now. Can you go to the room I prepared for you and stay by yourself for a while?"

"Sister, do you mean I should go out now?"

Seeing that Lu Qingjia's expression was about to turn pitiful again, Shen Pingjin quickly stopped her: "Jiajia, no, it's just that I'm tired and I want to rest by myself for a while. You're a boy and I'm a girl. Even though we call each other brother and sister, we still have to respect the proper boundaries between men and women."

Upon hearing that this was related to Shen Pingjin's reputation, Lu Qingjia could only nod, appearing obedient and pitiful. "Sister, then you should rest well. Jiajia is waiting for you in the next room. Sister, don't forget, you promised Jiajia that you would go out and play together."

How could Shen Pingjin forget? She glanced at Chu Jin, who was covered by a handkerchief but was even more eager, and quickly nodded, promising, "Jiajia, don't worry, after I take a nap, I will definitely go to your room myself and take you out to play!"

"Okay, sister. Jiajia is off now."

Shen Pingjin waved her hand.

"Squeak—" As the door closed, Shen Pingjin's tense body finally relaxed.

Just now, when Lu Qingjia entered her room, the brocade sword in her hand seemed to sense something extraordinary, desperately radiating heat, and the blade trembled incessantly.

She didn't want Lu Qingjia to see Chu Jin, because she herself hadn't yet figured out the secrets Chu Jin possessed.

She reached out and lifted the handkerchief, revealing Chu Jin, who was radiating warmth and glowing with a pale purple light. However, as Lu Qingjia left, the light gradually dimmed.

My mother told me to protect Lu Qingjia.

So what is the connection between Lu Qingjia and Chu Jin?

Shen Pingjin was really tired. She lay down on the bed, looked at Chu Jin, her head was dizzy, and she fell asleep involuntarily.

In her dream, Shen Pingjin saw her mother again. Her mother smiled and told her that she had not actually died, but was living a good life in another world.

Shen Pingjin asked, "Then, Mother, can I go and live with you in your place?"

But her mother's tone suddenly became serious, and she said no.

Shen Pingjin was puzzled. She was her mother's biological daughter, so why could her mother go, but she couldn't?

To her surprise, her mother replied that she belonged to this world.

Why?

What does this sentence mean?

Shen Pingjin didn't understand. She wanted to ask her mother what she meant by those words, but her mother shook her head and refused to say another word.

She had only slept for less than fifteen minutes when she woke up again. Looking at the real scene before her, Shen Pingjin felt as if her dream of meeting her mother had been just a figment of her imagination.

She felt something sticky rolling down her forehead. She raised her hand and wiped it with her sleeve; it turned out to be fine, sticky cold sweat.

Since her mother passed away, she had never dreamed of her again. Today, during her nap, it was the first time she had seen her mother in her dream.

Thinking of her mother's words, Shen Pingjin unconsciously got up from the soft couch, walked to the hidden box next to her, and took out a neatly arranged book.

The words "The Life Story of Li Qingqing" were prominently displayed above.

Shen Pingjin opened it, but she still couldn't understand the words inside. She suddenly remembered that her mother had said there were some things inside that, if she could understand them, she could follow the detailed steps inside to make them.