Yi Ning nodded. She had no intention of staying here; this place was simply a place of trouble. Wei Ling glanced at Zhenzhu, who was standing nearby, and gestured for her to take Yi Ning back. Zhenzhu, who had been so frightened that she had almost collapsed against the antique display case, hurried over to hold her hand and leave. As they were about to leave the study, they were afraid to take a few steps too slow.
Just as he was about to step out of the room, Lu Jiaxue said calmly, "Stop, I didn't tell you to leave."
Wei Ling endured it and said, "Lu Jiaxue, you still want..."
Lu Jiaxue continued, "There are people from the Lu family army outside. If I can't tell her, she can't leave."
Yi Ning was a little angry after hearing this. He was simply shameless! He was showing off his power in someone else's house!
Lu Jiaxue stretched his hand, feeling it was bandaged properly, and nodded, letting his subordinates leave. He stood up and walked over to Yi Ning. Yi Ning looked at this strange yet familiar face. Lu Jiaxue was already in his thirties. Apart from the similarities in facial features, she couldn't even remember that this was the same Lu Jiaxue who had been idle and smiling all day beside her.
That’s right, he is Governor Lu, not Lu Jiaxue.
"What are you going to do?" Yi Ning turned around and looked at him coldly, "I just heard it. If you want to kill me, then kill me. Just one move and you'll be fine."
Lu Jiaxue took a step closer without saying a word, but Yi Ning couldn't help but step back. How could she not be afraid of him? Her palms were sweating from clenching her fists.
Lu Jiaxue looked at her for a long time, then asked, "Why did you call me Lu Jiaxue just now?"
Ever since he killed his brother and became the governor, no one had addressed him by his name for many years. The tone of that sentence was so familiar that it couldn't be easily let go.
Yi Ning didn't know what she had just said, she didn't even know she had actually called Lu Jiaxue's name. She pursed her lips, not knowing what to say. Wei Ling, standing nearby, couldn't stand it any longer. He walked over, shielding Yi Ning behind him, and said, "Lu Jiaxue, do you really have to fight me to end this?"
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and then someone announced, "Sir, Master Cheng is here."
Lu Jiaxue glanced at Yining and let her go this time. "Forget it, go away."
Yi Ning then bowed and said, "I called out in haste, I made a mistake. I hope your Excellency will not take offense." Lu Jiaxue's expression hardened again, and he turned his head to look at her. Yi Ning thought to herself, "What's wrong? Does he still think there's something wrong?" She shouldn't have spoken in front of him. The more they spent time together, the more clues he noticed. After all, they had been together every day.
Without waiting for Lu Jiaxue to speak, she immediately retreated from Wei Ling's study with Zhenzhu. She discovered that in the pitch-black night, the East Garden was already teeming with guards, the gloom chilling. She heard Lu Jiaxue's deep voice faintly emanating from the room: "...Tell him to come in."
His voice used to be very clear, but now he spoke in a low voice, which sounded a bit creepy.
Yining took a deep breath, walked out of the yard and walked a short distance. Then he turned around and saw Cheng Lang walking into the yard with a solemn expression.
What on earth were these people up to? Yi Ning didn't want to know. Why bother prying into such matters? She knew it would all eventually subside, the Crown Prince would ascend the throne, and Lu Jiaxue would be promoted to general. The court was in turmoil, one group taking the stage, another taking the stage, and there was no end in sight. Killing the Crown Prince today wasn't the end; the court hadn't reached its darkest hour yet.
After returning to her courtyard, Daimao boiled some water for Yining to take a bath. As she soaked in the hot tub, she felt a throbbing pain on her forehead, as if the pressure had passed and the fatigue that had penetrated deep into her bones was now rising. Outside, there was still no sound at all. Zhenzhu used rose cream to rub her hands and said, "Mother Tong told me that the young master kept clamoring to wait for you to come back before going to sleep, and he just fell asleep a while ago. I'll help you go and rest. Since you are not feeling well today, you can take a leave tomorrow and not go to pay your respects to the old lady..."
Yi Ning had originally hoped she would be more diligent, visiting Old Madam Wei morning and evening, but now she was tired and really wanted to just ignore it. She had also come to terms with it. After all, she was the daughter of the Duke of Yingguo's mansion. What if she was a little lazy? Who would say a word to her?
She nodded in agreement, and Zhenzhu lifted her face slightly to wipe the wound on her neck. It had only been red a moment ago, but now it was faintly purple. Commander Lu must have used considerable force. Daimao, who was watching, gasped, "What's wrong with you, young lady? Who in this mansion would dare to lay hands on you?"
Zhenzhu shook her head to signal her to be silent, and applied a blood-dissolving plaster to Yining. She couldn't let anyone know what had just happened.
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