Chen Yan pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.
This is the birthday gift he prepared for her.
Now that the jade has been given away, he wants to prepare other, more thoughtful and precious gifts for her.
He couldn't tell anyone now; he wanted to give her a big surprise!
"Thank you," Meng Qingluan said again, "I like it very much."
She placed the jade in her clothes, intending to wrap it with thread the next morning after waking up so she could hang it around her neck.
That way it won't get lost.
"Go to sleep, we still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."
Shen Yan saw Meng Qingluan yawn while covering her mouth.
The two lay back down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.
In contrast to their excellent sleep quality, Li Zhanjue and Zhu Qingan, who lived in the next room, tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Meng Qingluan and Shen Yan's room was sandwiched between the two other rooms on the left and right.
The hotel's soundproofing is particularly poor due to years of disrepair.
The two were playfully wrestling on the bed, and the creaking sounds they made reached their ears without missing a single one.
Li Zhanjue opened his tightly closed eyes, his already dark eyes appearing even more intense in the deep night.
He gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, pulled it up over his head, and tried to block out the noisy sound.
When the sound stopped, he thought it was over. He tentatively pulled back the covers, but then the sound of footsteps on the floor started again.
He's not a three-year-old baby; he was born in the palace and has seen all sorts of sordid things.
He knew what was happening on the other side just by hearing that noise.
Unable to bear it any longer, Li Zhanjue sat up in bed, took a few deep breaths, and then closed his eyes tightly.
he……
How could he...?
He has always hated women; the sight of a woman makes him feel uncomfortable and tremble all over.
It all stemmed from the fact that when he was a child, the Empress threw him into the Cold Palace, where he spent three days and three nights with a drugged concubine and guards.
Since then, he has been afraid of women, and even more afraid of sex; he would tremble at the mere sound of such a voice.
He had never considered homosexuality with Shen Yan.
Li Zhanjue's gaze fell on the protruding corner of the quilt, his face flushed with embarrassment and a hint of anger.
This must have been done by Shen Yan on purpose.
Did he want to deliberately embarrass himself and give himself a hard time?
What a despicable thing.
He couldn't sleep until the noise stopped, no matter how exhausted he was.
Compared to Li Zhanjue's struggles and deep self-doubt, Zhu Qingan's situation was equally difficult.
Zhu Qing'an was raised by his adoptive parents to be their son-in-law, and at the age of thirteen, he was taught how to serve women.
Hearing the loud noise next door, his usually stern brows furrowed, and a fierce rage surged in his eyes.
When the noise stopped, he lifted the blanket.
Barefoot on the cold floor, her thin body leaned against the wall, her fingers pressed against it.
He stood on the floor for a long time, his calves tensed up from the cold and showed signs of cramping, before he finally moved.
Zhu Qing'an walked to where the clothes were hanging and took out a dagger from his pocket.
He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a porcelain-white, lean arm. Even hidden in the darkness, the knife scar on it was still conspicuously raised, like an ugly centipede crawling on his arm.
Without hesitation, he slammed the dagger down onto the scar, reopening the wound and causing red blood to gush onto the ground.
Drip, drip, drip—
Zhu Qing'an seemed oblivious to the pain. Her face was pale, and she didn't treat her wounds. She simply lay back on the bed with her arm covered in blood, covered herself with the blanket, and closed her eyes.
A smile played on his lips, and his eyes held anticipation.
We'll see each other again soon, sister.
…
When Meng Qingluan opened her eyes again, she was back in the familiar mansion.
She hadn't had this dream for quite some time, but unexpectedly, she dreamed about it again today.
This time, she didn't think much. After seeing the layout, she started looking for Little Radish Head everywhere.
Before she could even search, she saw several maids hurriedly leading a man in.
"Please, doctor, you must save my young master. He absolutely cannot be harmed."
"I need to go and check on his injuries to see the details. If they're too serious..."
The palace maid's face turned deathly pale, and she almost knelt down, choking back tears.
"Doctor, you must save him! If the master and madam find out that our young master is in trouble, they will beat me to death."
"Don't waste time. Crying won't solve anything. Take me to see him now."
"Okay, this way please."
"..."
Meng Qingluan listened to their conversation with a completely bewildered expression, and finally came to a conclusion:
Little Radish Head is in trouble.
Her heart tightened; was Little Radish Head seriously ill?
Although they weren't particularly important to each other, he wasn't a bad person and treated her well; she had even lied to him several times.
Whether as a stranger or a friend, she hoped that Little Carrot Head could live a healthy life.
He was so young, he hadn't even had a chance to explore the beautiful landscapes outside.
Meng Qingluan followed the two into the familiar courtyard. The maid opened the door, and she followed her in.
The doctor quickly walked to the bedside.
Meng Qingluan followed and then saw what the little radish on the bed looked like.
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