Chapter 9 Young Master Jiang is a Gentleman

"Rumor has it that Young Master Jiang is a dissolute man who indulges in sensual pleasures. Seeing him today is really shocking and unexpected. It turns out that the son of the Prime Minister is not a simple person."

Su Qinghan's beautiful eyes were clear. She picked up the teacup in front of her with her delicate hands, raised her fair, swan-like neck, and drank it all in one gulp, as if she were treating it as wine.

She had brought this upon herself. If she had been a little more ruthless, she could have simply abandoned her family and not care about how Jiang Lan threatened her.

But her conscience prevented her from doing such a thing...

Even just now, Su Qinghan was still thinking that if his face was ruined, Jiang Lan would no longer be interested in him.

However, with the power and status of the Xiangguo Mansion, they should be able to find the best doctor to restore her to her original state.

Since she couldn't escape this fate anyway, she naturally didn't bother to say anything more.

Jiang Lan sighed softly and said, "Miss Qinghan, why do you have to look so hopeless? I have always been kind to women, and I hate to see a beautiful woman frowning with a broken heart. The more you act like this, the more guilty I feel."

Su Qinghan stared at him blankly, then opened her shiny red lips slightly, and after a long while, she only uttered two words, "Shameless."

Jiang Lan shook his head slightly and stood up.

Su Qinghan thought that he was going to make a move and flirt with her again.

He quickly stood up and moved backward like a frightened rabbit.

Obviously Jiang Lan was just an ordinary person without any cultivation, while she was a cultivator in the fourth realm, Zhaoyou Realm, and her strength was many times stronger than his.

But facing him now is like facing a tiger.

However, the next moment, after seeing Jiang Lan's actions clearly, Su Qinghan was stunned, and even felt a little flattered.

Jiang Lan picked up the teapot that was steaming on the red clay stove beside her and filled the empty teacup in front of her.

The clean and slender palm had distinct bones and fingers, but for some reason it seemed too thin and pale.

Su Qinghan stood there, speechless for a moment. With his status, he personally poured tea for himself.

What does this mean?

Jiang Lan sat back and looked at Su Qinghan with a smile on his face. He said, "Miss Qinghan, are you afraid that I might poison it?"

"Don't worry, the tea is the best Hulong Biqing in Daxia today. It not only has the effect of calming the mind, but also helps practitioners to sort out the spiritual energy in their bodies and keep the essence while removing the dross."

"The tea is also taken from the cold water of the Tianchi Lake on the top of the mountain of Chiyao Sect, which is tens of thousands of years old. The tribute is less than 100 kilograms every year..."

In fact, Jiang Lan didn't need to tell him. Su Qinghan treated it as ordinary tea and drank it all in one gulp, and he already felt it was special.

The spiritual energy in his body was already running on its own without any need for stimulation. Even the slightly weak foundation caused by the breakthrough today was being stabilized in an orderly manner under the self-organization of the spiritual energy.

This seemingly simple tea, whether it is tea leaves or tea water, is a spiritual object that practitioners dream of.

For a moment, Su Qinghan couldn't tell whether he was envious or numb. Jiang Lan had such great resources and background, but he was just an ordinary person with no accomplishments...

An ordinary person with no accomplishments?

Suddenly, Su Qinghan felt as if he had grasped something.

With the power and status of the Prime Minister's Mansion, even an ordinary pig can be allowed to embark on the path of cultivation and possess impressive cultivation strength.

But Jiang Lan is really just an ordinary person. In Su Qinghan's opinion, even his body is worse than that of many ordinary people. He has insufficient energy and blood, pale complexion, and a thin body, as if he has just recovered from a serious illness.

Is there really nothing strange about this?

"Don't worry, Miss Qinghan. If I had poisoned the tea, you would have been poisoned just now and collapsed beside me, allowing me to do whatever I wanted."

"Although I am not an upright person, I would never do such a thing as taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

"And right now, if I do something to you, do you think you have the ability to resist?"

Jiang Lan's leisurely voice interrupted Su Qinghan's thoughts.

He played with the cup in a very casual manner.

"Mr. Jiang is indeed a gentleman."

Jiang Lan's words caused a hint of annoyance and rosy glow to appear on Su Qinghan's flawless fair face, and he responded.

She really hadn't thought about it that way. If Jiang Lan really poisoned her, she would have no way to deal with it. She would even be at his mercy as Jiang Lan said.

Putting aside the initial prejudice, Jiang Lan, a second-generation rich man with certain "principles", is at least not so useless.

Jiang Lan laughed in his heart. If it weren't for Su Qinghan's sword master and the subsequent issue of the heroine's return, he wouldn't have been in so much trouble.

No matter how unsweet a forced melon is, it can quench your thirst.

In the pavilion, the aroma of tea is mellow, the mist is lingering, and the moonlight falls in the night, creating a somewhat otherworldly artistic conception.

Su Qinghan was wearing a plain white dress, sitting upright, with a slender figure, delicate and graceful, and well-proportioned body.

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Deep down, she definitely didn't want to sacrifice herself for Jiang Lan, but at least for now, she shouldn't anger him again.

Jiang Lan could guess what Su Qinghan was thinking, and he kept a nonchalant smile on his face from beginning to end.

If one ignores Su Qinghan's tense expression and the chains under his feet, an outsider looking in on the situation would think the two were having a tryst.

"There's an assassin."

"Protect the young master."

Suddenly at this moment, the sound of fighting was heard not far away, accompanied by angry shouts.

A strange figure in coarse linen clothes appeared there and was knocking the guards away and kicking them into the pool.

Su Qinghan in the pavilion was stunned.

Is there really an assassin? Is he here to kill Jiang Lan? Or is he here to save her? But she has never seen this strange man before.

"Protect the young master."

Angry shouts were heard one after another, and soon a large group of Jiang family guards appeared around the pavilion, all of them were at the third level of the Spiritual Sea Realm.

This force, in any city, can be regarded as the elite among the elite.

"You don't know your own limits."

The person who came was naturally Lin Fan.

But he didn't expect that he thought Su Qinghan was imprisoned in a dungeon, but who would have thought that he would see her and that rich second-generation man sitting opposite each other in the pavilion drinking tea in the night, looking safe and sound.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't hide his anger.

Lin Fan's eyes were cold and fearless as he strode forward with a strong sword intent lingering around him.

He used his palm instead of a sword, and with just a wave of his hand, a terrifying force vibrated out, and the gushing sword intent was like a substance, sharp and intimidating.

puff……

The moment the guards rushed over, they seemed to be pierced by the sword, blood gushed out of their limbs, and they could not get even an inch close to him.

(End of this chapter)