The two of them went like, ‘You go once, and then I’ll go once’, and they fought non-stop like in a competition.
Within a short while, they both were in tears.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Shu Hua frowned and took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. He then poured out two red pills and handed them to Wen Chan and Zhong Wenjin, respectively, adding in a low voice, “Young Masters, have you guys perhaps been tricked?”
“Tricked?” Wen Chan sniffed as he took the red pills, “Could it be Tang Yixiao?”
“It’s definitely him.” Zhong Wenjin gnashed his teeth, only to feel dizzy. His internal organs were brought out by the force of the sneeze, “I thought…… Ah-choo! No wonder he fell into our trap so easily. He must have expected it!”
Wen Chan took the pills, but they didn’t work at all. So he hurriedly went to his room, wondering in his heart: I can’t afford to mess with him. I really can’t afford to mess with him. The legendary dark-sleeved Yama’s reputation is well-deserved. He was obviously standing under the wall. But he could poison them silently. His hands are really fast.
“Where are you going?” Zhong Wenjin caught up, with tears in his eyes.
“It’s like this…… Ah-choo!!! Where else can I go? Of course, I am going to my room. Ah a-choo! Then wait for Situ to come back and give us an antidote to the poison, ah.”
“Young Master, you go back and sit down first. I’ll go and find Young Lady Situ and come back.” Shu Hua saw Wen Chan sneezing so hard, and he was anxious to find a solution.
“Don’t go!” Wen Chan shouted at him, “Who will protect me if you go? Let’s just wait for them to come back.”
“That’s too humiliating!” Zhong Wenjin said, “Earlier, Dan Ke even advised us not to go to Tang Yixiao. Now we’ve fallen for Tang Yixiao’s trick, and we’re going to them for the antidote. This……”
Wen Chan sneezed so hard that his head hurt. So he held his forehead and said, “Then just catch Situ alone and tell her not to say anything to others.”
Taking advantage of everyone’s absence, the two people provoked dark Sleeved Yama without permission. The end was very tragic. But they didn’t dare speak out. So they disbanded in place and went back to their rooms.
Shu Hua looked at Wen Chan, who was sneezing non-stop, showing a little impatient look on his always calm face, and he was sweating profusely as well while waiting.
As the night wore on, those who had gone out gradually returned. First came Xie Zhaoxue and Qiao Yanci. And then came Liang Yanbei, who had gone out shopping with Ah Fu and Qin Qi. Only Dan Ke and Situ Zhoulan were absent.
When Liang Yanbei came back, he heard the servants in the courtyard say that the evening meal had not yet been served. He was surprised and ordered them to serve it.
Initially, he assumed that the Ninth Royal Highness would ask someone to deliver food when he was hungry. But Zhong Wenjin and Wen Chan, who refused to leave their rooms, skipped dinner.
The meal was served quickly. Although the food was light, it was much more sumptuous than in ordinary households.
Dan Ke and Situ Zhoulan went somewhere else to have dinner with people from other sects. Wen Chan ordered Ah Fu out to postpone dinner with Liang Yanbei on the grounds of not being hungry, and Zhong Wenjin was also late.
Only Liang Yanbei, Xie Zhaoxue, and Qiao Yanci were left at the dining table.
“Wait.” Liang Yanbei called Ah Fu, who was looking a little anxious, and asked, feeling puzzled, “Your master ate during noontime. How could he not be hungry after such a long time? Could it be that he is not feeling well?”
Ah Fu said in his heart that this Young Master of the Liang family was really clever. He noticed right away that something was wrong. He had seen his master sneezing non-stop when he returned just now and he was really anxious.
But Wen Chan had exhorted him repeatedly. So Ah Fu didn’t dare to say anything and just said, “Young Master Liang, there is no need to worry. My master is fine. He has just eaten some snacks and is not feeling hungry now.”
“I don’t believe it.” The more Liang Yanbei looked at him, the more he felt that there was something wrong with Ah Fu’s expression. So he simply got up and said, “I will go with you to take a look.”
Ah Fu didn’t even say a word of refusal, and he even agreed with him a hundred times in his heart. He then immediately turned his head to lead the way for Liang Yanbei.
Wen Chan lived in the main residence, which was located near the front, and it was only a short walk away. He had not even stepped through the door when Liang Yanbei heard a loud sneeze.
“I am not eating it. Take it away!” Wen Chan was originally eating the shaobing1baked sesame seed-coated cake 
that Ah Fook had bought from outside. Who knew that just after taking two bites, the shaobing that had not yet been swallowed would be sprayed everywhere due to a sneeze? No matter how good his temper was, he was also a little angry and threw the shoabing onto the table.
“Young Master, at least eat a little to pad your stomach.” Qin Qi persuaded him earnestly from the side.
“Why don’t I……” Shu Hua saw that he was really uncomfortable and couldn’t sit still.
“No. Just stay here well.” Wen Chan knew what he was thinking. Shu Hua has been wanting to go out to find Situ Zhoulan, but he stops him every time.
Shu Hua still wanted to strive for it, and just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the door suddenly being pushed open.
Ah Fu walked in with quick steps, “Young Master, you should let Shu Hua go. What if something happens to your body?!”
At the sound of Ah Fu’s voice, Wen Chan turned his head to look, originally wanting to ask about the situation outside. But seeing Liang Yanbei, who came in after Ah Fu, the words he wanted to ask were stuck in his throat.
He stood up; his ink-black eyes were still slightly watery from the sneeze, and they were a little brighter against the candlelight. He asked in a daze, “What are you doing here?”
“What’s going on here?” Liang Yanbei walked over slowly, looking Wen Chan up and down with his eyes.
Wen Chan couldn’t say that he wanted to plot against others, but in the end, he was plotted against by the others. So he could only answer with a sneeze.
“Tang Yixiao?”
“If not him, who else could it be?” Wen Chan groaned.
“Dan Ke seems to have told you guys not to provoke him?” Liang Yanbei walked to the chair and sat down. He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled with his eyes curled up, “Is it good now?”
It was clearly Tang Yixiao who had gone too far first! Wen Chan wanted to retort. But as soon as his emotions flared, a strange sensation rose up in his nose. After taking two deep breaths, he pretended not to hear him and said, “What is Young Master Liang doing here?2Yeah. Go out if you are here to mock my child.”
Liang Yanbei remained silent, with a smirk on his lips. His hands were raised up on the table, and his fingertips were tapping lightly on it, as if he was thinking.
Wen Chan saw that he didn’t answer, so he thought about asking again.
He then turned his eyes and suddenly glanced at the shaobing on the table that had been bitten twice and said, “Young Master Wen, this is not your home. If you don’t eat dinner and get hungry in the middle of the night, there is nowhere to find food. Can you carry on starving overnight?”
Naturally, he couldn’t. Wen Chan was most afraid of hunger.
Wen Chan sneezed and said, “I can’t eat in this current state of mine.”
Liang Yanbei took out a wooden box the size of a fingernail from his sleeve. And when he opened it, there was a vermillion-red pellet inside, which he handed to Wen Chan, “Take this.”
“What is this?” Wen Chan did not reach out to take it.
“Something to detoxify the poison. You will be fine after eating it.” He said it as if it wasn’t anything big. Seeing that Wen Chan did not take it, he simply took Wen Chan’s hand and shoved the wooden box inside, urging, “Eat it quickly.”
Wen Chan, naturally, did not doubt the authenticity of this medicine. But he just did not expect Liang Yanbei to be so kind to him.
One kind of medicine can cure one kind of poison. The more powerful the medicine, the more kinds of poisons it can cure. The rare panacea can cure hundreds of poisons. Liang Yanbei only said that it was a detoxifying thing and asked him to eat it. It was also something that he carried with him. Obviously, this medicine was quite precious.
Wen Chan didn’t meet Liang Yanbei’s eyes at all. Without saying anything, he took the herbal tea on the table and ate the pill.
“It may take a quarter of an hour for the toxicity to be fully resolved. I’ll have someone bring the meal in for you. Be sure to eat it. Do you hear me?” Liang Yanbei’s eyes were full of seriousness, waiting for his answer.
As soon as Wen Chan raised his eyes, he got caught up in his eyes. He moved his eyes a little flusteredly and replied in a low voice, “Thank you, Young Master Liang.”
Liang Yanbei smiled as if he remembered something, “Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you.”
Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you.
In his previous life, Liang Yanbei was clad in crimson with a snow sword in his hand, and his fair and clear, handsome face was marred with a little devilish blood. He had killed all the assassins who wanted Wen Chan’s life, for him and then told Wen Chan this sentence.
He didn’t like to hear Wen Chan say thank you, both in his previous life and in his present life.
Wen Chan couldn’t control the beat of his breathing and couldn’t give a reply to his words until Liang Yanbei left the door. He also didn’t dare turn his head to look at him, for fear that he couldn’t suppress the emotions that were on the verge of coming out into the open.
After Liang Yanbei left the table over there, Xie Zhaoxue also felt that something was wrong with Zhong Wenjin. So he informed Qiao Yanci and went to his room.
Zhong Wenjin’s temper was much more irritable than Wen Chan’s. The sneezes, one after another, made him so angry that he hammered the table. He was itching to go out and find Tang Yixiao for a fight. But he was afraid that he would poison him to death silently. So he sulked alone in his room.
As soon as Xie Zhaoxue entered the door, he saw wooden chairs scattered all over the floor and asked, “Zhong Wenjin, why did you kick the chairs like this?”
Zhong Wenjin turned his head to see that it was him, and for some reason, his anger intensified. He exhaled heavily, “I can kick it if I want to. What’s it got to do with you?!”
“This is not the Zhong Mansion. You really are acting too rude.” Xie Zhaoxue leaned down and picked up the chairs. He put them down one by one and came to Zhong Wenjin, “You’re sitting here alone. Why don’t you go eat?”
“I don’t want to eat! Leave me alone!” Zhong Wenjin turned his head to the side angrily and said viciously, “Get out!”
On normal days, Xie Zhaoxue certainly wouldn’t have been able to listen to such a tone. When he was away from home, he was of the same generation as Zhong Wenjin. So for some reason, he was a little more indulgent, “There are fewer people at the dinner table tonight. So you can eat more if you go.”
“I said no!” Zhong Wenjin was so angry that he pounded the table again3I can only imagine a toddler in place of Zhaong Wenjin now, and sneezed several times, pulling the wound on his chest and causing excruciating pain. He couldn’t help covering it with his hands, revealing a pained look.
Xie Zhaoxue was shocked, “Are you hurt?!”
“No no!” Zhong Wenjin was somewhat alarmed and hastily removed his hand, laying it on his leg and feeling guilty.
“Let me have a look.” Xie Zhaoxue, however, had already figured it out and reached out to pull his clothes.
Zhong Wenjin quickly covered it, “I’m fine! You don’t need to meddle in other people’s business!”
His expression sank, and he couldn’t help but pull Zhong Wenjin’s hand away.
Zhong Wenjin naturally did not want him to see his wounds, and his hands were busy blocking. But Xie Zhaoxue was extremely strong and had much better martial arts than Zhong Wenjin. So he easily restrained his hand and tugged open his clothes.
The snow-white gauze wrapped around his chest was very conspicuous. Xie Zhaoxue took a deep breath when he saw it, pausing for a moment before asking softly, “What happened?”
Zhong Wenjin broke free while baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. He closed his clothes, took a few steps back, and said with a guilty conscience, “This is from when I accidentally fell down while sleeping a few days ago, and the front got a bit scratched. So I tied a gauze.”
“You still refuse to tell the truth?” Xie Zhaoxue asked in a deep voice.
What answered him was only silence.
Xie Zhaoxue took a few steps forward, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll take it apart and see for myself.”
Zhong Wenjin hugged his clothes, ran away, and rushed to Wen Chan’s room.
He bumped into Liang Yanbei, who had just left the room. He saw Zhong Wenjin quickly rushing into Wen Chan’s room, followed closely by Xie Zhaoxue. So, with a confused look on his face, he turned around and walked back.
Zhong Wenjin shouted as soon as he entered the door, “Young Master Wen, save me!”
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