Chapter 347 The Mad Young Master 8 A side room in the Lu family's old mansion, originally used for storing miscellaneous items, was temporarily cleared out.

This place is relatively secluded, away from the noise and bustle of the main courtyard.

Zi Xi spent some time personally setting up the setup.

In the center of the room was a plain, dark blue cotton cloth, on which her needle pouch was placed.

An old leather roll was unfurled, revealing silver needles of varying lengths and as fine as cow hair.

Beside her was a small, exquisite bronze incense burner, its belly slightly warm, inside which her specially made calming incense was burning quietly.

The smoke rose straight up, emitting a light, slightly bitter aroma that blended with medicinal herbs such as cypress seed, polygala root, and poria cocos.

A basin of clean water and a clean cloth were placed on a low table in the corner, just in case.

The entire space is simple, even somewhat empty, yet it inexplicably possesses a calming power that soothes the mind.

When Lu Qianhan was led in by the butler, her brows immediately furrowed in disgust.

He was wearing dark clothes and standing at the door today.

His tall figure almost blocked out most of the light, and he exuded a cold aura that kept people at a distance.

His gaze first swept over the row of gleaming silver needles, a hint of resistance flashing in his eyes, before finally settling on the rising incense burner.

The light fragrance didn't seem to relax him; instead, it seemed to stimulate some sensitive nerve.

"Playing tricks and deception."

Lu Qianhan coldly uttered four words, his impatience almost tangible.

With her back to him, Zi Xi carefully wiped the last few silver needles with a fine velvet cloth.

"Young Master Lu, please have a seat."

Hearing this, she didn't stop moving, nor did she even turn her head. She simply spoke calmly, gesturing for him to sit on a futon in front of the incense burner.

"I don't need these..."

Lu Qianhan scoffed, but instead of stepping forward, he strode over with a sharp gust of wind, raising his hand to sweep the unsightly incense burner to the ground.

But his words soon came to an abrupt end.

Because before he could make a move, Zi Xi had already turned around and was quietly looking at him.

Zi Xi looked at him without any panic or attempt to dissuade him, her eyes completely calm.

She did not stop him from swinging his hand toward the incense burner.

"Young Master Lu, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of my little silver needle?"

Just as he raised his arm, about to touch the incense burner, he asked a question in a clear, calm voice, neither too loud nor too soft.

With a clang, the incense burner was finally knocked to the ground by Lu Qianhan, making a jarring sound.

The small bronze incense burner rolled a few times on the ground, spilling ash that stained the clean floor, and the wisp of smoke instantly broke and dissipated.

However, Lu Qianhan froze in place.

He maintained the gesture of waving his hand, his arm muscles tense, and the veins on the back of his hand were visible.

He didn't do it on purpose.

And he'll be afraid?

Would Lu Qianhan be afraid?

But deep inside, a voice was screaming wildly.

Yes, he was indeed afraid.

They were afraid of the uncontrollable reaction that might occur if the silver needles pierced their bodies.

A surge of rage, a feeling of being seen through and provoked, instantly overwhelmed him, overshadowing the momentary panic in his heart.

"You're asking for death!"

He turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Zi Xi, his gaze almost devouring her alive.

"Yes, yes, so Young Master Lu admits he fainted during the injection?"

Despite his terrifying aura, Zi Xi's eyelashes didn't even tremble.