Chu Changning's heart stirred slightly.
She reached out her slender fingers and touched her wound almost imperceptibly, then looked up at him with her moist eyes.
Yan Beimo, all these injuries are thanks to you.
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow as he watched her movements.
Their eyes met in mid-air, sparks flying.
There was a long silence.
He chuckled and released her.
As soon as they were released, the oppressive atmosphere that had enveloped them instantly dissipated.
Chu Changning breathed a sigh of relief, pulled her clothes tighter, stood up, and walked outside.
"Come here, grind it."
Suddenly, he spoke up and stopped her.
Chu Changning turned around and saw him walk to his desk and begin to handle official business.
She paused, carefully choosing her words before speaking.
“There are maids waiting outside; let them in to serve you.”
Yan Beimo didn't look at her, and said indifferently, "You don't know what's good for you, and you don't respect your husband. Why would I marry you?"
Chu Changning sneered inwardly, deliberately tormenting her.
Her hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched tightly as she moved forward.
"Go and pour a pot of tea first."
"---"
Chu Changning lifted the beaded curtain and went to the outer room to pour tea.
She didn't notice that the tea was freshly brewed and extremely hot. When she poured it, she wasn't careful and it scalded her skin.
She gasped in pain.
Seeing that the man was looking over, she didn't dare to delay and took the tea inside.
The teacup fell to the ground, and his hand was suddenly lifted up.
Chu Changning was stunned for a moment, barely suppressing the urge to shake his hand off.
Yan Beimo held her wrist and looked at it seriously for a few moments.
Seeing how carefully he examined her, she thought he would take pity on her and apply the medicine.
To her surprise, he simply smiled gently at her and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Chu Changning sensed his sarcastic tone and said calmly, "It hurts."
"Just bear the pain."
"---"
The sky outside was shrouded in darkness, thick with mist and dampness.
Chu Changning stood beside him, serving him, feeling somewhat dizzy and lightheaded.
These past few days, the weather has been cold, and my wound has been itchy at night, so I haven't been sleeping well.
The study was filled with the scent of ambergris, which made me even sleepier.
During that nap, my hand went limp and I knocked over the teacup next to me.
A loud, crisp sound startled her awake.
The man beside her had a dark, inky expression, and his sidelong glance at her was extremely unfriendly.
Chu Changning looked at the water stains and tea leaves on his legs and swallowed hard.
The water was so hot that it splashed on him, and he was doomed.
"go out."
The rain and fog made the ground slippery.
Chu Changning knelt in the rain, his eyes lowered.
Throughout the garden, there were heavily armored guards everywhere, and maids and nannies came and went to serve. No one dared to look too long, and everyone was doing their work respectfully.
Chu Changning had caught a cold after being caught in the rain and was still recovering, so he had been taking medicine.
I made a mistake and was forced to kneel as punishment; my head was spinning.
Rainwater poured down her face, making her face even paler.
Inside the house, Yan Beimo changed into a snow-white robe and stood quietly under the eaves and bamboo window, looking at the girl kneeling in the rain through the raindrops and wind.
Chu Changning noticed his gaze and looked back.
Their eyes met through the rain and mist, neither willing to back down.
She knew he was forcing her to submit, deliberately torturing her with these despicable methods.
But she was unwilling to accept it. He had given her a bone-breaking nail that nearly killed her. She hated him and didn't want to have any further involvement with him, even if it was just physical.
She remained silent and continued kneeling.
Yan Beimo, you'd better not let me catch you doing anything wrong, or I will kill you with my own hands.
The north wind howled, the drizzle pattered, and the octagonal palace lantern under the eaves flickered, making the man's face below the window appear gloomy.
"My lord."
"Um?"
Night Hawk lowered his head and said respectfully, "The patriarch has returned to the main residence and summoned the Third Young Master."
"Oh?" Yan Beimo stroked the black jade bead in his hand and said gently, "Have someone go to Jiangdong and smash that batch of goods."
"Yes. There is one more thing. Our scouts have reported that the patriarch plans to go to Qudu in three months."
Upon hearing this, Yan Beimo's gentle face took on a cruel and tyrannical expression.
"Disappointing."
Nighthawk lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
“Send men to set fire to the military tents in the Great Northern Wilderness, put pressure on the governor of Quzhou, and tell him that the old man must go to Qudu as planned.”
Night Hawk replied, "Yes."
The wind in the northern part of Yandu was so cold that it made people's cheeks sting.
Yan Beimo looked at the unmoved people kneeling outside and slammed the window shut.
"Give the order: all the guards and assassins in the main courtyard, retreat and do not let anyone approach."
Nighthawk, "---"
"Um?"
A cold gaze swept over, startling Night Hawk, who immediately responded and went out.
Chu Changning had no internal energy, but he noticed that the entire garden had suddenly become empty, and the wind blew, making the surroundings desolate and bleak.
She was so wet from the rain that she could barely open her eyes. Through the blur, she saw a man carrying a knife walk out of the house.
A flash of white light, the blade as sharp as autumn frost.
She instantly snapped out of her daze and stared wide-eyed at the man approaching her.
Yan Beimo walked straight towards her without an umbrella, his white robe instantly soaked, but he ignored it and stood in front of her with a knife in hand.
Chu Changning tried to get up, but the next second, the cold blade lifted her chin.
The blade was icy cold, and she froze, too afraid to move, looking up at the man in front of her.
Yan Beimo looked down at her with a condescending gaze. His expression was calm, but his actions sent chills down one's spine.
"what are you up to?"
She was forced to tilt her head back, her dark eyelashes trembling with raindrops, looking utterly pitiful.
But Yan Beimo remained unmoved, his heart hardened.
He smiled faintly, and the knife in his hand went even deeper.
Chu Changning saw the mockery in his eyes and was about to back away.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, the blade lifted the dress, and the dress fell to the ground, flying everywhere.
She was horrified and covered herself as she got up.
But the next second, a silvery light swept towards her amidst the rain and mist, tearing through her clothes and grazing her crimson bodice.
Under the drizzle, pearls and jade fell to the ground, and her long black hair cascaded down, making her look like a tattered butterfly wing, or a spirit in the misty rain, carrying a desolate and broken beauty.
He had a very good sense of proportion and wouldn't hurt her.
But Chu Changning had never suffered such humiliation before, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.
She gripped the knife handle tightly with her other hand.
Yan Beimo remained calm and unmoved, and released his grip.
With a thud, the knife hilt fell to the ground.
The two stood in the rain; he was impeccably dressed, while she was barely clothed.
"Your reputation is renowned throughout the land, why do you make things difficult for a weak woman like me?"
"A weak woman?" He looked down at her and chuckled softly. "I'm reminding you that killing you is as easy as killing an ant."
Chu Changning looked at the tattered clothes scattered on the ground in the rain, her nails digging into her palms, as if she felt no pain.
Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.
"A smart person should know how to assess the situation and act accordingly."
With that, he lifted his cloak and pulled her into his arms.
Chu Changning closed her eyes, buried her head in his chest, and remained silent.
I have never hated him as much as I have ever felt. Even when he treated me as a spy and gave me three broken bone nails, I never hated him this much.
The large robes completely concealed her figure.
Under the misty rain, the two embraced tightly.
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