Chapter 39 My Lord, you miss me.
"ah!"
Yu Nian screamed in fright and her legs went weak, causing her to sit down on the table.
Help! Chunyu Han, who is even more terrifying than our ancestors, is standing right behind her!
Yu Nian sat at the table, and when she thought about how Prime Minister Yu said he had beheaded seven assassins, she couldn't help but tremble. What was this devil doing in her family's ancestral hall so late at night?
Are you afraid of me?
Chunyu Han's icy gaze fell on Yu Nian, and his taut jawline reminded Yu Nian that he was in a very bad mood.
"Hehe, sir, you're joking. How could I be afraid of you? I just didn't expect you to be here so late. It's a bit of a surprise."
Yu Nian chuckled twice, glancing down at Chun Tao, who was still fast asleep on the ground. The girl was sleeping so soundly; it was already this late and she was still asleep.
"My lord, you've come to visit so late at night. Did you miss me?"
Yu Nian composed herself, calmed down, raised her sparkling peach blossom eyes, and looked at Chunyu Han with a smile.
"Unrequited love."
Chunyu Han stood expressionless in front of the table and extended his hand to Yu Nian.
Give me the things.
"What is that?"
Yu Nian raised her delicate eyebrows slightly. To be honest, she had never taken anything from the Honeysuckle Pavilion.
Chunyu Han, unusually patient, said in a deep voice, "There's something on you that can bring me peace of mind."
After two deep sleeps, Chunyu Han discovered that his body was developing a taste for the marrow. When he wasn't having an attack, he couldn't fall asleep without that smell.
Yu Nian's expression froze. As expected of the meticulous Chunyu Han, he had already figured out what she had used to put him to sleep. But this sachet was the only thing Yu Nian could use to negotiate with Chunyu Han now.
If she gave it to him directly, he would definitely turn his back on her after using it, and then Yu Nian would lose more than she gained.
But she couldn't refuse outright. She had seen Chunyu Han when he was ill, and it was more than ten times worse than it was now.
After thinking it over, Yu Nian smiled and pointed to her chest.
"What you want is here, sir. Come and get it yourself."
Chunyu Han subconsciously glanced at Yu Nian's scarlet scholar's robe embroidered with begonia flowers, and his throat tightened.
You think I wouldn't dare?
This woman has threatened him time and time again. Does she really think he's a paper tiger?
“I didn’t say that.”
Yu Nian was certain that Chunyu Han, that fastidious eunuch, would disdain touching her. As for the sachet, she would avoid it for as long as possible. She would appease Chunyu Han for now and figure out a solution later.
To everyone's surprise, Chunyu Han's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, actually reached out towards Yu Nian's arms.
Yu Nian moved her hand, which was supporting her body, backward, and her palm slipped and brushed against the edge of the table, causing her to fall backward.
Sigh, Yu Nian's first thought was that the wound on her lower back, which was just beginning to heal, was going to suffer again. Could it be that she had really angered the ancestors of the Yu family, and now they no longer protected her?
Yu Nian resignedly closed her eyes, but the pain she had imagined did not come. Instead, a large, slightly cool hand and a strong arm supported Yu Nian's petite body.
Chunyu Han didn't expect to grab Yu Nian. In such a short time, he didn't even have time to think before his body moved.
Chunyu Han leaned halfway down on Yu Nian, their faces so close that their warm breaths mingled.
Yu Nian opened her tightly closed eyes, and what came into view was Chunyu Han's magnified handsome face.
Yu Nian couldn't help but swoon a little. He was so handsome; she couldn't see a single flaw even up close.
Yu Nian was fine with her eyes closed, but when she met those watery, peach-blossom eyes, Chunyu Han instantly realized that his behavior was abnormal and released Yu Nian from his arms as if he had been burned.
Even with Chunyu Han's intervention, Yu Nian still felt pressure on her wound.
The table wobbled and bumped into the shelf holding the memorial tablets. The shelf, which was full of tablets, swayed and fell down with a clatter.
"Hmm! What's wrong?"
The commotion finally woke up Chuntao from her deep sleep.
The sound of the lock being opened could be heard outside the ancestral hall, alerting the guards patrolling the Prime Minister's residence at night.
Ignoring her own pain, Yu Nian quickly pushed Chunyu Han away.
"You'd better leave quickly, or it'll be troublesome if my dad sees you."
Yu Nian's expression was quite exaggerated; it was the first time Chunyu Han had ever seen this little imp so nervous.
"Hey, come here!"
As Yu Nian spoke, she pulled hard on Chunyu Han's arm. Chunyu Han was caught off guard and was indeed pulled over by Yu Nian's sudden exertion.
Yu Nian buried a handsome face in her heart, and the familiar fragrance of gardenias collided with Chunyu Han's embrace.
"Alright, you can go now. Goodnight!"
Yu Nian placed the sachet in the lining of her clothes on her chest. She thought that after all this trouble, she should give the other person a little treat.
She was so preoccupied with dealing with what was happening outside that she missed the faint blush on Chunyu Hanjun's face.
"What's going on! What's that sound?!"
When the servants unlocked the door and rushed into the room, only Yu Nian and Chun Tao remained in the ancestral hall, along with a mess on the floor.
The servants at the gate all shared the same expression as Chun Tao, standing there dumbfounded.
"What's all the panic about?"
Prime Minister Yu shouted from behind the crowd, and the servants at the door immediately stepped aside, making way for Yu Huaifeng.
When the ancestral tablets were scattered all over the ground, even Prime Minister Yu, who had seen many grand occasions, was flustered.
He knelt down at the entrance of the ancestral hall, picked up a memorial tablet and held it in his arms, his aged eyes glistening with tears.
"Heavens above! I, Huai Feng, have failed my ancestors!"
As soon as the Prime Minister knelt down, everyone in the courtyard followed suit. Yu Nian stood alone in the ancestral hall, realizing the seriousness of the matter.
Overturning the memorial tablet is like digging up a grave.
Yu Nian, supporting her still slightly aching lower back, quickly grabbed Yu Huaifeng's arm and called out anxiously.
"Father! There's no time for grief, quickly send men to hunt down the assassin!"
As Yu Nian spoke, he pointed to the wide-open windows at the back of the ancestral hall.
"What? An assassin?"
Yu Huaifeng's expression instantly turned serious: "You audacious madman, daring to attempt an assassination in the Prime Minister's residence! Guards, take men and give chase!"
Holding the memorial tablet, Yu Huaifeng looked at Yu Nian and asked, "Nian Nian! How are you? Are you hurt?"
Yu Nian immediately seized the opportunity, covering her chest with her small hand as if she couldn't catch her breath.
"Father, I was so scared! If you had come any later, I'm afraid I would have..."
As Yu Nian spoke, her nostrils twitched a few times, and her eyes began to redden.
Seeing his daughter like this, Yu Huaifeng had no heart to scold her anymore; he felt extremely sorry for her.
"Chuntao, quickly help Miss back to her room to rest! Niannian, it's all your father's fault, don't cry."
Yu Nian knew when to stop, so she helped Yu Huaifeng to his feet and wiped away her father's tears as well.
"I won't cry, and Father, you shouldn't cry either. Our ancestors won't blame you."
The heartwarming conversation between Yu Nian and Yu Huaifeng, a story of filial piety between father and daughter, was heard by Chunyu Han on the rooftop.
A cool evening breeze ruffled Chunyu Han's dark hair, and a faint scent of gardenias seemed to waft through the air.
Chunyu Han's lips twitched slightly, curving into a faint smile: "Little liar."
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