Chapter 50. Miss likes it too, right?

The auction, organized by the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce, was held as scheduled in the largest entertainment venue in the city.

What was originally a routine treasure hunt suddenly attracted the attention of many merchants due to rumors circulating in the market.

His Highness the Crown Prince will bid for the Resurrection Pill, which was jointly refined by several renowned medical experts, for his maternal grandfather.

The sudden gust of wind spread like wildfire, reaching every street and alley.

On the day of the auction, it was extremely difficult to secure a seat.

For the merchants, being able to compete with His Highness the Crown Prince for treasures was a novel and boastful experience.

Inside the viewing area on the second floor, eight-treasure boxes were filled with fruits and dried fruits, and the aroma of rich tea wafted through the air. Maids fanned the guests, and servants massaged their legs, creating an even more grand atmosphere in the already difficult-to-get entertainment venue.

Besides merchants, high-ranking officials and nobles also flocked to the event.

Outside the market, luxury cars and fine horses crisscrossed the area, creating a noisy and chaotic scene.

The boy, who arrived almost riding on the roofs of horse-drawn carriages, attracted everyone's attention.

Led by the vice president of the chamber of commerce, the young man strode into the second-floor viewing area, determined to acquire the masterpiece by painter Qin Baohai.

The arrogant young man unfurled his jade-bone folding fan and said irritably to Zou Kai beside him, "Today, whoever dares to compete with this prince for treasures, you shall chop him down."

Zou Kai crossed his arms and closed his eyes, with a jade-inlaid sword tucked between his arms.

A commotion came from the adjacent viewing area. The boy leaned out to look and saw an old man and a young man who had come together. The old man had a face full of wrinkles, and the other man was wearing a cloak with the hood covering most of his face.

Just by looking at his exposed chin, one can tell that he is a handsome young man with excellent bone structure.

Who is it?

The boy asked impatiently.

The waiter, a servant from the entertainment district, bowed and replied, "He is a salt merchant from out of town. He may be taking over the business of several major merchants in Yangzhou."

"Tsk!" The boy inadvertently revealed his disdain. "Trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead, ending up benefiting someone else. People shouldn't be too greedy. Zou Kai agrees."

Without even opening his eyes, Zou Kai grunted an "Mmm".

On the grandstand, the president of the chamber of commerce personally acted as the auctioneer, first having several rare and precious items brought out to liven up the atmosphere.

The bidding began, the show was in full swing, and it was exceptionally intense, but there was an eerie silence on the second-floor viewing platform.

His Highness the Crown Prince has not appeared. Could it be that the rumors circulating in the streets are incorrect?

Several wealthy merchants who had come specifically to see the painting were somewhat disappointed, until the president of the chamber of commerce had someone bring out the painting of swimming fish by the artist Qin Baohai.

Experts examined the scales on the painting closely; at first glance, they looked like fish, but upon closer inspection, they appeared to be dragons!

It is so lifelike that it seems to come to life.

"Wonderful! No wonder you are Master Qin."

The Chamber of Commerce president smiled and said, "Every painting by Master Qin is a classic. This one is his latest work, called 'Hidden Dragon,' and the starting bid is one hundred taels."

"One thousand taels!"

The boy on the second floor lazily raised his hand, a smile playing on his lips, confident of victory.

"I am determined to acquire Master Qin's painting. Let's all bid."

One thousand taels... The merchants whispered among themselves, taking turns to mock themselves as vulgar people who would not bother with refined tastes.

"One thousand three hundred taels."

Wei Yangwan's perfectly timed smile froze at the corner of his eye as he looked with surprise at the white-haired old man in the next shed.

The white-haired old man glanced back, neither humble nor arrogant.

The young man sneered, "Fiveteen hundred taels."

"Two thousand taels."

Not to mention the young man, even Zou Kai, who was usually unmoved by worldly affairs, poked his head out and glanced at the neighbor next door.

The young man gave a forced smile, "Three thousand taels."

"Three thousand five hundred taels."

"Four thousand taels!"

"Four thousand three hundred taels."

"Ten thousand taels!"

"Ten thousand and one hundred taels."

His blood rushed to the top of his head, and Wei Yangwan rolled his eyes and pressed his philtrum. "Twenty thousand taels!"

Zou Kai tugged at the boy's sleeve, "Your Highness, please be careful, please be careful."

The boy shook off Zou Kai's hand and glared angrily at the old man and the boy next door.

The young man, wearing a hood, had a faint mark on his lips and said something.

The boy squinted, vaguely recognizing the word "idiot," but he had no proof.

The guild president, barely able to contain his laughter, asked loudly, "Twenty thousand taels! Anyone else bidding? One round, two rounds, sold!"

Everyone clapped and congratulated the silly hat, or rather, the determined young man.

Wei Yangwan felt his internal organs burning. He sat back in the rose chair with light steps and took a big bite of the peach that had not yet been tested for poison.

"Pah, pah."

He threw away the peach, sat cross-legged on the rose chair with a huff, and showed no interest in the next few treasures. He waited listlessly for the last treasure—the Resurrection Pill.

"The Crown Prince isn't here," Wei Yangwan muttered through gritted teeth.

Businessmen were already bidding in the seats on the first floor.

Only a handful of people.

The last person to bid called out fifty taels.

Silence fell over the surroundings.

The chamber of commerce president asked, "Anyone else making a bid? Once, twice, sold..."

"One hundred taels."

The visitor spoke casually, instantly piquing everyone's interest.

His Highness the Crown Prince, dressed in pristine white robes, arrived late and was led by the Vice President to a seat in the best viewing area. Behind him stood two rows of guards in a grand procession.

Wei Yangwan stared at his elder brother, a smirk playing on his red lips. "Two hundred taels."

Wei Xichen, who had just sat down, glanced indifferently at the person opposite him and said, "Three hundred taels."

Five hundred taels.

"One thousand taels."

The boy, his fighting spirit ignited, grinned wickedly, "Ten thousand taels."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The young salt merchant watching over the shed next door took a sip of his fragrant tea but didn't join in.

Wei Xichen remained calm and composed. "Twenty thousand taels."

The young man's fighting spirit remained undiminished: "Thirty thousand taels."

One exclamation after another rose higher and higher, the sound waves never ceasing.

Wei Xichen tapped his fingertips on his lap, "Forty thousand taels."

"Fifty thousand taels!"

Looking at the rooster-like, bristling boy, the Crown Prince, whom some speculated was there to perform filial piety, raised the corners of his lips and gestured a gesture of humility, which made the bristling boy gasp in surprise.

Giving up the position? Giving it to him? Why not be humble and yield the crown prince position?

The chamber of commerce president chimed in, laughing, "What a thoroughly enjoyable auction! Fifty thousand taels once, twice, sold..."

"Add one or two ounces."

Wei Xichen's words brought the suffocating boy back to his senses. He slumped back into his chair, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

Thank goodness.

The guild leader didn't forget to ask the young man, "Would the Third Prince like to raise the price?"

"roll!"

The white-haired old man next door chuckled, "His Highness the Crown Prince still values ​​his reputation quite a bit."

The young salt merchant stood up and was the first to leave.

The objective has been achieved; lingering is pointless.

Wei Yangwan jumped up and headed straight for Qin Baohai, increasing the expected friendship fee of one thousand taels by twenty times.

The young man chatted happily with Master Qin, but his heart was bleeding.

The Crown Prince, having obtained the Resurrection Pill, handed the small box containing the medicine to Fu Zhongcai and left without intending to send it to his maternal grandfather.

Miracle cures are just a gimmick.

Upon returning to the inn, the deputy commander of the guards hurriedly came forward to greet them.

"The Provincial Governor sent his subordinates to deliver the person His Highness was looking for."

Wei Xichen's usually calm face hardened.

**

Upon hearing that the Crown Prince had been forced to appear at the auction due to his reputation being "stigmatized," the young county princess grabbed Jiang Yinyue and burst into laughter.

"Let me tell you..." Cui Shihan laughed so hard she almost fell over, "Forcing the Crown Prince to spend 50,000 taels to buy a reputation for filial piety, the Chamber of Commerce president is truly brilliant."

Sitting on the rooftop, Jiang Yinyue asked, "Does the Chamber of Commerce president have the guts? Could someone be pushing things along?"

"That's possible."

Regardless of who was behind it all, Cui Shihan, feeling refreshed, downed a mouthful of wine. "It was so satisfying to learn that the Crown Prince had been tricked! You know, the Crown Prince is always cautious and careful, and outsiders almost never have the chance to scheme against him. This is a real master."

Jiang Yinyue rested her chin on her hand, lacking Cui Shihan's carefree spirit. Her feelings for Wei Xichen had faded to nothing; no matter what he had been through, it could not stir any ripples in her heart.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, something terrible has happened!"

Annoyed by the housekeeper's noise, Cui Shihan snapped impatiently, "What are you yelling about? Speak slowly."

"Mr. Gong has fallen into the Crown Prince's hands! He's been sent to the government jail!"

"!!!"

At midday, the sun blazed high, and the heat was oppressive. Cui Shihan braved the scorching sun and headed straight for the government office prison. Unsurprisingly, she was stopped by the jailers outside the iron bars.

Faintly, Mr. Gong's screams could be heard coming from inside the iron bars. Cui Shihan angrily shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Upon recognizing the girl, the jailer's gentle tone vanished, replaced by a stern command: "No visits are permitted unless the girl is a relative or acquaintance!"

“Who says we’re not related?” Cui Shihan shoved the jailer, her petite frame surprisingly strong. “An old acquaintance has come to visit me in prison!”

"Visiting Gong Fei in prison requires His Highness the Crown Prince's approval."

The seemingly furious girl brandished her silver whip, pointing it angrily at the constable, "Will you move aside or not?!"

The silver whip snapped in the air with a "crack".

However, under the Crown Prince's orders, even the most imposing manner became mere bluster. The jailer calmly said, "Sorry, we'll follow the rules."

"Smack!"

"Ah! The county magistrate of Huaijin has attacked someone!"

The constable, who had been hit on the arm, fell to the ground.

The jailers who rushed over upon hearing the commotion attempted to seize the whip, but were stopped by the attendants of the county magistrate's residence.

The two groups started fighting.

Jiang Yinyue, who arrived with female guards including Hong Mei, hurriedly said, "Pull them apart!"

The scene was in complete chaos until a cold shout rang out, freezing the three groups of people in place.

"Stop! Anyone who disobeys will be beaten to death."

A large number of guards surrounded the three groups of people, drawing their long swords with a crisp, scraping sound.

"Whoosh."

"Swish."

Wei Xichen stood behind a row of guards.

Ignoring Jiang Yinyue's obstruction, Cui Shihan stepped over the wall of people and glared angrily at the indifferent Crown Prince, "Your Highness asked Mr. Gong to retire, and he did so. Why has he become a prisoner?"

"They escaped."

"Could he really escape on his own?"

Wei Xichen smiled faintly, "I also want to know, how did he escape?"

"So you tortured an old man to extract a confession?"

"To spare Mr. Gong from suffering, would the county princess please enlighten me?"

Screams erupted again from inside the prison. Cui Shihan forcefully pulled her arm away from Jiang Yinyue's tight grip. "It was done by a bandit who couldn't stand Your Highness making things difficult for the old man! Is Your Highness satisfied with this answer?"

"Think about it again." Wei Xichen raised his sleeve, and a jailer ran into the cell. Gong Fei's screams grew louder, snapping the string in Cui Shihan's mind.

The girl said angrily, "Tell them to stop!"

Wei Xichen's smile remained unchanged.

"Stop!" The girl suddenly rushed towards the crown prince.

"Your Highness!"

The guards turned their swords around and pointed them directly at Cui Shihan.

Wei Xichen brushed aside the girl, his gentle demeanor vanishing, replaced by a chilling and imposing air. "Princess Huaijin has truly surprised me."

They dared to attack the crown prince.

"Take it down."

"No." Jiang Yinyue hugged the girl, meeting Wei Xichen's cold and stern gaze. "Your Highness's intention to provoke the county princess is no different from leading someone into a trap."

"Why did I provoke her? What is your basis for this claim?"

"Your Highness deliberately spread the word to lure the county princess here, didn't you?"

Looking at Jiang Yinyue, who was trying her best to protect outsiders, Wei Xichen had no idea when they had built up such a strong bond of loyalty.

She protected anyone he wanted to deal with.

"Are you going to ignore the facts and not distinguish right from wrong?"

When news of Gong Fei's interception reached the post station, Wei Xichen secretly sent people to inform the local officials in various cities near Yangzhou.

An elderly person with poor legs and weak body cannot withstand long-distance travel, and the most likely place to stay is a place with a climate similar to Yangzhou.

After months of baiting, the straightforward old man still couldn't suppress his anger and got into a fight with the person who publicly slandered Empress Yide.

Little did they know, these people were precisely the bait.

Wei Xichen took out a booklet, which was "A Short Biography of Empress Yide" that the Provincial Governor's subordinates had found during a search of Gong Fei's residence. Inside the booklet were two letters, one of which was a letter that Gong Fei had not yet sent, and the other was a letter from Cui Shihan.

The correspondence was all about Empress Yide. Gong Fei recounted Empress Yide's life story to the young girl through the letters. The girl, in turn, expressed her admiration and sorrow for her elder sister through the letters.

"Do you think she can get away with it? Jiang Yinyue, get out of the way."

Jiang Yinyue held Cui Shihan tightly, refusing to let go.

“I’m not admitting to this! It’s baseless!” Cui Shihan struggled. “I’m responsible for my own actions. Yinyue, get out of my way.”

Jiang Yinyue used all her strength to stop her friend, "Calm down!"

Wei Xichen's patience was gradually worn down by Jiang Yinyue's protectiveness of outsiders. He suddenly drew the sword from the guard beside him and pointed it at the woman who should have softened his heart, "Get out of the way."

Hong Mei and the others were restrained by a large number of guards, unable to struggle.

Outnumbered.

"Miss!"

The gleaming blade stung Jiang Yinyue's eyes slightly, but she stared unblinkingly at the man holding the knife. "If you want to capture her, kill me first."

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" Wei Xichen's tone grew increasingly somber as he uttered the last two words.

Jiang Yinyue embraced Cui Shihan and stepped back, testing the Crown Prince's bottom line little by little.

The guards who had surrounded them retreated, and the crowd surged.

They dared not act rashly unless the crown prince spoke.

White marks appeared on Wei Xichen's fingertips as he gripped the hilt of the knife, and his knuckles cracked. Just as he was about to put the knife down, his ear twitched slightly, and he suddenly thrust it at Jiang Yinyue.

Jiang Yinyue closed her eyes, tilted her head, and buried her face in Cui Shihan's neck.

Cui Shihan pushed Jiang Yinyue aside and stood in front of her.

Hongmei broke free from her restraints and ran forward with all her might, standing in front of the two girls.

A wisp of hair fell from her forehead.

A man's hand gripped the blade.

The tip of the knife was less than half an inch from Hong Mei's forehead.

Fresh blood dripped down the blade.

"Your Highness, please calm down."

Wei Qin suddenly appeared, wielding a knife, his blue official robe stained crimson with blood.

Jiang Yinyue: "Wei Qin!"

Cui Shihan: "Wei Qin!"

Hong Mei: "Son-in-law..."

Jiang Yinyue released Cui Shihan, ran to Wei Qin's side, and, disregarding the sharpness of the blade, lifted it to push him away, shouting, "Don't hurt him!"

Wei Xichen drew his sword and sheathed it.

The blade sliced ​​across Wei Qin's palm once more, drawing blood.

The guard beside him quickly grasped the hilt of the sword, which still retained the warmth of the prince's body.

Wei Xichen asked, "What advice does Judge Wei have for me?"

Wei Qin pressed his injured hand and shook his head at Jiang Yinyue, "Your Highness, may we all take a look at the letter that the Provincial Governor's subordinates found at Mr. Gong's residence?"

Wei Xichen had no intention of hiding it.

Fu Zhongcai took out two letters from his sleeve and spread them out to show them.

Cui Shihan stared at the handwriting and scoffed, "That's not my handwriting!"

Wei Qin reminded her, "Princess, please pay attention to your title."

Cui Shihan suppressed her anger, "The handwriting is not from my hand. Someone must have framed me. Your Highness, please see the truth!"

Fu Zhongcai laughed it off, saying, "The comparison will make it clear."

Wei Xichen didn't intend to distort the truth. After a short while, the guards forcibly searched Cui Shihan's study and found several worn-out booklets.

After comparison, it was confirmed that the letter was not Cui Shihan's handwriting.

Suspicion naturally shifted to another person.

Wei Xichen closed his eyes and had someone "invite" Wei Yangwan over here.

Cui Shihan touched her cheek, seemingly burning with anger, yet remarkably calm. Being caught in a vortex of intrigue required quick thinking. Long before the burly man named Mo Hao settled Mr. Gong in Jiangning, he had prepared a backup plan in case of unforeseen circumstances. The biography and letters needed to be exposed so they could be found, allowing for framing and confusion.

Unaware of the situation, Wei Yangwan, in a carefree manner, wrote down four large characters under the coercion and enticement of his elder brother.

To make a name for oneself.

The handwriting is identical.

Unaware of the seriousness of the situation, the boy leisurely sketched his own portrait on a piece of paper with a few strokes, displaying exceptional drawing skills.

The guards surrounded the boy.

"What? Kidnapping Gong Fei? Who is Gong Fei?"

"What are you doing, pointing knives at me? You're incredibly audacious!"

**

Having been starving for days and nights, Mr. Gong spoke up at the opportune moment, "A wise man submits to circumstances, and I confess. The Third Prince helped me escape and treated me to good food and drink, so I must repay him. His men wanted me to frame Princess Huaijin, and I was caught in a dilemma! I was beholden to his hospitality, and had no choice but to resort to this despicable act!"

Mr. Gong voluntarily "confessed" in the woodshed of the post station, along with Yan Zhuyi, who was also imprisoned at the same time.

As for the screams coming from inside the cell...

On the way back, Jiang Yinyue helped Wei Qin and asked, "Is there anyone who can imitate Mr. Gong's voice?"

Wei Qin, with his arm around his wife's shoulder, replied, "The Crown Prince is surrounded by many talented and extraordinary people; it's not surprising that he can imitate voices."

Jiang Yinyue grabbed Wei Qin's hand, which was on her shoulder, to prevent him from falling to the ground. "It really is a series of interconnected schemes, full of deceit and treachery."

The man, whose other hand was numb with pain, didn't utter a sound. He just gave a faint smile, his thoughts hidden in the twilight.

Zhou Family Medical Clinic.

After treating the wound on his hand, Wei Qin didn't rush to leave, but waited for Doctor Zhou to brew the herbal medicine.

Jiang Yinyue was busy running around, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and the tip of her nose.

"We'll have to wait a little longer."

The back room of the clinic, filled with the bitter smell of medicine, was empty except for the young couple.

The two sat side by side on the small couch, shoulder to shoulder.

Jiang Yinyue stretched out her legs, but they were not as long as Wei Qin's casually bent legs.

She smiled and said, "My father-in-law and mother-in-law aren't very tall, how come you're so tall?"

Before Wei Qin could answer, she continued, "Your mother-in-law must have been saving money to cook special meals for you."

Wei Qin tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His slender neck was illuminated by the lamplight, flickering like a piece of fine jade in the light and shadow.

"I am an adopted son."

Jiang Yinyue tapped her head, feeling confused. She lived under the same roof as her in-laws, as close as family, and occasionally forgot that Wei Qin was her adopted son.

Wei Qin used his uninjured hand to hold her small hand that was hitting her head, kneading it in his palm and gradually increasing the pressure.

"do what?"

I want to tell you a secret.

"What secret?" Jiang Yinyue knelt up and pricked up her ears.

"It's not the right time yet."

“Speak up.” Jiang Yinyue, her appetite piqued, tried to pry open Wei Qin’s mouth, her playful nature rising. “I want to see just how tight this mouth is.”

Wei Qin's jaw stiffened as she twisted it, and he hissed softly. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him.

"Still making a scene?"

Jiang Yinyue smiled, her eyes crinkling, "What secret needs more time to develop?"

"A big secret."

"Don't try to sound profound, I don't want to listen to that."

The young woman feigned displeasure and was about to get up and leave the small couch when that hand gripped the back of her neck tightly.

In the flickering light, Wei Qin gazed intently at the woman. Some secrets, if revealed at the wrong time, could lead to utter destruction. So many people's fates were intertwined with his; he couldn't afford to be careless. But he didn't want to keep it from her any longer.

We still need a catalyst.

"Let me go, Dr. Zhou can come in anytime."

Jiang Yinyue complained softly, as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

The dimness of the cramped room could be interrupted at any moment by the sound of footsteps from just a wall away, which somehow gave Jiang Yinyue a strange sense of taboo.

Wei Qin did not let go, but instead rubbed the woman's delicate neck flesh with his thumb.

The Crown Prince is suspicious and will not dispel his doubts about Cui Shihan. The Third Prince, who has been framed, will inevitably leave Yangzhou as soon as possible to avoid being retaliated against by the Crown Prince. The longer he stays, the more likely things will go wrong. Even if the Third Prince himself is not in danger, he will lose several of his trusted confidants.

"His Highness the Third Prince will be leaving Yangzhou in the next couple of days, and Miss can return to the capital to reunite with her brother."

Parting is always sad. Thinking that she wouldn't see Wei Qin for a long time after setting off, Jiang Yinyue stopped trying to grab his hand and earnestly told him, "Take good care of yourself and don't get hurt again!"

"Um."

"Ying'er needs better treatment. If possible, we should send her to the capital."

"Before I leave Yangzhou, I will ask someone to escort Ying'er."

"You're the older brother, shouldn't you do it yourself?"

"I want to return to the capital as soon as possible to reunite with Miss."

Jiang Yinyue's cheeks burned, and she couldn't suppress her laughter. She lowered her head and said "Oh".

His voice was muffled and gruff.

Wei Qin's hand slowly moved down to her lower back, and with a little force, he pushed the kneeling woman towards himself.

He leaned forward and sealed her lips with his.

"you......"

Their soft, sweet exclamations were swallowed between their lips and teeth.

Jiang Yinyue's hands, which had nowhere to go, pressed against Wei Qin's chest. Although she was trying to push him away, they became weak and powerless because of the intermittent footsteps in the examination room.

She dared not make too much noise.

This also gave Wei Qin the opportunity to make his move, sucking the sweet taste from the woman's lips.

Wei Qin's hand landed on Jiang Yinyue's hip bone, first on the uninjured one, then on the one wrapped with strips of cloth, as if measuring Jiang Yinyue's hip circumference.

The shapely curve is immeasurable.

Jiang Yinyue was so frightened that she loosened her teeth and trembled all over as Wei Qin attacked and seized territory.

Her thoughts were drawn away by the kiss, and Jiang Yinyue had no time to think about anything else. Her biggest worry was that Doctor Zhou would suddenly lift the curtain and give her some instructions.

If such a horrible scene were to fall into the eyes of an elderly person...

"You...you let me go."

"You like it too, Miss?"

Otherwise, given her personality, why wouldn't she push away people she dislikes?

Wei Qin knelt on the couch, supporting Jiang Yinyue's buttocks, letting her sit on his forearm, and using his arm strength, lifted her up vertically.

The tall, green pines break branches amidst the fragrance of pear blossoms.

He raised his injured hand, stroked Jiang Yinyue's face which was hanging low, and tilted his head back to kiss her.

On the eve of parting, entanglement turns into ambiguity, making the feelings between the man and woman involved difficult to control.

Jiang Yinyue, feeling dizzy and disoriented from the kisses, gradually followed her heart.

She didn't dislike being "bullied" by him; in fact, she kind of liked it.

When the pain shot through the back of her long dress, Jiang Yinyue, who had just been lost in thought, couldn't help but shudder.

This is a medical clinic.

She struggled to break free from his forearm, and as soon as she sat down on the couch, Wei Qin pulled her into his arms again.

The layers of clothing were crumpled.

rustling sounds.

Jiang Yinyue frowned suspiciously on Wei Qin's shoulder, her dark eyelashes trembling like wings.

Does Wei Qin like to pinch people?

She shrank into the corner and smoothed her skirt behind her back.

A pair of embroidered shoes had fallen to the ground at some point, and two silk stockings were twisted on her small feet, making her look somewhat disheveled and pitiful.

Wei Qin, dressed neatly, pulled her towards him. Despite her resistance, he smoothed the back of her skirt and said softly, "It's alright."

Jiang Yinyue frowned, feeling that something was wrong. What did he mean by "it's all over"? He was the one who was bullying her.

Ouch.

Miss Jiang, who never suffers a loss, once again bit Wei Qin's shoulder.

Wei Qin glanced sideways. "Didn't you tell me not to get hurt?"

"I'm injured, but I'm fine."

Wei Qin hugged the person tighter, inhaling the warmth and fragrance of the person in his arms to dispel the gloom in his heart.

He will return to Beijing as soon as possible to reunite with her, so as not to fall ill from longing and yearning for her day and night.

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Author's note: 100 small red envelopes [heart emoji]