Was Su's father truly afraid? Of course not. However, Lin Ke was, after all, a close advisor to the emperor, and Su's father didn't mind putting on a show in front of him.
"Ke'er, you've been so busy that you haven't been here for a long time. Why don't you stay at the manor for a few more days?" Father Su warmly invited Lin Ke to stay.
Lin Ke had a good relationship with Su's father, and after a little thought, he agreed.
When Lu Qingyan woke up and learned that Lin Ke was planning to stay overnight at the Su residence, she couldn't help but smile.
Now, Lin Ke has no way to escape.
That night, Lu Qingyan changed into plain clothes, slipped into Yang Xiuzhu's room, slipped her some medicine, and whispered in her ear, "Yang Xiuzhu, do you still remember Lin Ke? He is the heir of the Marquis of Anyuan's mansion."
Yang Xiuzhu opened her lifeless eyes and murmured, "Prince Lin."
"You like him."
“Yes, I like him.” Yang Xiuzhu’s face revealed a strange smile.
"He's right here. Go find him."
“Yes, I’m going to find him.” Yang Xiuzhu walked slowly, her face covered in rotten flesh. Lu Qingyan was ahead of her, scattering spices along the path. Yang Xiuzhu followed the spices, walking step by step, and soon arrived at the guest room in the east wing.
As the heir of the Marquis of Anyuan's mansion, Lin Ke was considered to be both literate and martial. Although he was more outstanding in literature, he was not lacking in martial arts either.
Yang Xiuzhu didn't know martial arts, so it was impossible for her to walk over without making a sound. Naturally, she woke up Lin Ke.
When Lin Ke was half asleep, he heard footsteps outside. At first, he thought it was just a passing servant, but the footsteps got closer and closer.
He didn't know who was coming, but he didn't dare to be careless. He reached for the dagger he always carried and shouted, "Who's there?"
With a clear shout, the door opened. Standing outside was a white figure, extremely familiar—it was the one Lin Ke had seen earlier that day.
"Aunt Yang?" Lin Ke asked in confusion, wondering why she would come here, but when he thought about his current status, Lin Ke's face darkened.
Yang Xiuzhu is now Su's father's concubine. If word gets out that she came to his place late at night, his reputation will be ruined.
People don't value a man's reputation as much as they do a woman's, but his relationship with the Su family is special; the woman he is betrothed to is from the Su family.
Lin Ke said with a dark face, "Aunt Yang, you are now a member of the Su family. You shouldn't be so ignorant of etiquette as to come into the guest's room."
Yang Xiuzhu remained silent, her gaze vacant as she walked step by step toward Lin Ke.
"Yang Xiuzhu, you—" Lin Ke wanted to drag this person out, but the next moment he smelled a refreshing floral fragrance, and his voice stopped abruptly, but his hands did not stop moving.
He felt as if he had split into two parts. One part rationally told him he should throw this person out; their social statuses made it inappropriate for them to stay together, and people would gossip. The other part told him that the woman before him was the woman he loved, and he should cherish her. He wanted to slap himself; this woman looked so awful, no matter how you looked at her, she couldn't compare to Su Xiaoyao. How could he like her? But his hands, beyond his control, wrapped around Yang Xiuzhu's shoulders…
Having achieved her goal, Lu Qingyan happily went back to sleep, and even had a wonderful, intoxicating dream that night.
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