Chapter 213 Don't Swallow It

The tall, aloof man leaped down from the wall. Seeing the surprised Feng Yuan, he simply nodded and said, "Excuse me, I have something to discuss with your cousin."

Feng Yuan asked in confusion, "But didn't Cousin Ya Ya say you went back to Beijing?"

Lu Yuan pursed his lips and remained silent.

His plan was indeed to depart for Kyoto today.

But after his unpleasant parting with Jiang Zhi last night, he felt a tightness in his chest, and he felt that if he really left this time, he would most likely lose her completely.

Shen Ci'an is still in Xuzhou, and Xiao Xuanyou is still searching for her whereabouts.

In comparison, whether or not they get married, or whether or not they are the only one for each other, are all temporarily set aside.

Therefore, he instructed his men to first sail upstream with the fleet back to the capital, while he would stay in Xuzhou for a few days before traveling by land at full speed to return to the capital and reunite with them.

He arranged everything overnight, wrote several letters and sent them back to the Northern Garrison by carrier pigeon. He was so busy that he only had time to find Jiang Zhi now.

"Is she there?" Lu Yuan asked her.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take you inside to find her,” Feng Yuan said immediately.

That's good, Lord Lu didn't leave, so Cousin Ya Ya doesn't have to be sad anymore!

"My cousin Ya Ya was heartbroken after learning you left. She couldn't even concentrate on practicing calligraphy and drank a lot of wine. Lord Lu should comfort her properly..."

As she walked, she led Lu Yuan inside and pushed open the door.

The moment she saw the scene inside the room, her eyes widened suddenly, her words stopped abruptly, and she stood frozen in place as if she had been frozen in place.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yuan looked past her into the room, his pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes turned bloodshot, his breathing became heavy, and his gaze was fixed on the two people embracing inside.

At this moment, Shen Ci'an was holding Jiang Zhi's face and pressing delicate kisses on her eye sockets, the corners of her lips, and those mottled scars.

But Jiang Zhi seemed to feel that such a brief kiss was not enough. She mumbled something in a daze, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, offering her warm, wet lips to him.

Shen Ci'an then deepened the kiss with reverence and solemnity.

Lu Yuan felt his blood boiling, anger and jealousy intertwined in his heart, surging and almost destroying his mind.

What doesn't he understand now?

Now that Shen Ci'an has discovered Jiang Zhi's identity, he will certainly not let it go.

He stepped forward and, without saying a word, pulled Jiang Zhi from Shen Ci'an's arms, covered the back of her head with his large hand, pressed her against his chest, and stared intently at Shen Ci'an.

The implication of occupation is quite obvious.

When they were pulled together, Lu Yuan could even see the silver threads connecting the two of them stretching and breaking in the air.

His knuckles were white, his teeth were clenched so tightly they were cracking, and his eyes were so fierce and cold that they looked like he wanted to devour someone.

Shen Ci'an calmly wiped the glistening tears from his lips with his fingertips, showing no fear whatsoever. "What does Lord Lu mean by this?"

Feng Yuan stood at the door, thinking she was dreaming.

What on earth is going on?

Why did her cousin's husband, whom she had brought along to persuade her, hug and kiss her cousin Ya Ya?

Was she also drunk, which is why she was hallucinating?

Lu Yuan did not answer Shen Ci'an's question. Instead, he took the tea from the table, tested the water temperature, and brought it to Jiang Zhi's lips.

"drink."

Jiang Zhi was still unconscious, but she obediently opened her lips, which were swollen from being kissed, and let Lu Yuan pour the tea into her mouth.

"Don't swallow it, rinse your mouth." His voice was like a taut string, as if it would snap at any moment.

Jiang Zhi stared blankly at him, not understanding what he wanted to do, but she still obediently spat the tea in her mouth back into the cup.

Lu Yuan wiped the water stains from her lips, and only then did the surging malice in his chest subside a little.

Just as Lu Yuan was making these moves, Shen Ci'an frowned and stepped forward to stop him, but was stopped by Feng Yuan.

"Brother-in-law, how could you do this?" Her dark eyes were filled with indignation. "Cousin Ya Ya and Lord Lu are in love. Why did you take advantage of her being drunk to do this and interfere in their relationship?"

"My cousin Jiang Zhi has only been gone for a short time. How can you do this to her spirit in heaven? I really misjudged you!"

“Miss Feng,” Shen Ci’an took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the person in Lu Yuan’s arms, “she is your cousin Jiang Zhi.”

"What?" Feng Yuan was completely dumbfounded.

Shen Ci'an no longer cared about her and stepped forward to grab Jiang Zhi's wrist. "Miss, come here."

"Let go," Lu Yuan said, a ruthless and dangerous glint in his eyes. "Or don't blame me for being impolite."

He desperately suppressed the anger burning in his heart.

If this weren't the Feng residence, he would have punched Shen Ci'an's utterly repulsive face long ago.

He lowered his head and changed his tone, "A-Zhi, I want to have a good talk with you."

Jiang Zhi looked up and finally saw Lu Yuan's face clearly. She immediately pouted and broke free from his embrace. "I don't want to. You don't want me anymore. Between us, hiccup... it's over."

"When did I say I didn't want you?" Lu Yuan pursed his lips, looking at him with a bewildered and confused expression.

“You’ve returned to the capital, so it’s over,” Jiang Zhi said, her mind still half-drunk, her words becoming incoherent. “Besides, I have a husband, and you’re not my husband.”

She staggered and turned to walk to Shen Ci'an's side. "This, hiccup, is my husband."

Lu Yuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart by her words, and intense pain filled his chest. He needed to take deep breaths to suppress the suffocating feeling that made his eyes go black.

"Did you hear that, Lord Lu? I am her husband."

Shen Ci'an's mocking voice rang out as he pulled Jiang Zhi into his arms.

Lu Yuan's blood surged, and he gripped the hilt of the knife beside him, his whole body radiating murderous intent.

Shen Ci'an stepped forward, blocking him and Jiang Zhi, and stood silently in confrontation with him.

The air seemed to freeze, and a silent current flowed through it.

Just then, a sharp, long whistle came from afar, piercing the sky with a mournful urgency.

Lu Yuan's expression shifted slightly.

It was a special warning signal for the Embroidered Uniform Guard in case of danger.

There's a problem with the shipment that went back to Kyoto!

After hesitating several times, his knuckles turning blue as he gripped the knife hilt, he finally gritted his teeth, turned around, and left the house.

Jiang Zhi is drunk now, so what she says is definitely not what she really means.

"I'll talk to you properly when I'm sober," he said, before flying away.