Translator – Xiao He Lian
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Chapter 3.1
——”Shi Yan, Lu Shi Yan.”
Listening to the soft words, Lu Yan subconsciously covered his chest.
While he was in a trance, a gust of cold wind whistled past, and there was a “squeaking” sound above his head and the plaque of Baixiang Pavilion was knocked down.
Shen Zhen, with quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward and reached out to grab Lu Yan’s wrist, “Lord, be careful.”
The two of them turned sideways and heard the sound of the plaque falling to the ground.
Above the eaves, snow fell profusely.
Lu Yan was brought back to his senses by the huge commotion and his eyes regained clarity.
He looked down at the slender white fingers on his wrist. He couldn’t help but stiffen and raised his hand to shake away her hand.
Shen Zhen was stunned for a moment, then a blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks and she became embarrassed and uneasy.
She wanted to explain that she only had good intentions and had no intention of offending him but she was afraid that explaining too much would make her more embarrassed, so she gaveup.
Thinking about etiquette, Shen Zhen bit her lips, bowed and saluted the man and whispered, “Thank you, Lord, for helping me just now.”
The pain in Lu Yan’s chest had not yet dissipated. When he heard her voice, he couldn’t help but frown and his heart hurt even more.
He adjusted his breathing and replied: “Young Lady, there is no need to say thank you, this is my official duty.”
After that, he subconsciously rubbed his wrist again, exactly where Shen Zhen had just touched.
Shen Zhen lowered her head and naturally saw his movements clearly.
As soon as such an action came out, the blush on Shen Zhen’s face spread to the roots of her ears. It was not that she was ashamed, but rather that she had never been despised by others like this from childhood to adulthood.
She opened her mouth without making a sound and finally swallowed back what she wanted to say.
They just met by chance and will never meet again in the future. It doesn’t really matter whether she was being criticized or not.
After a while, Lu Yan turned around and left with his guards and Shen Zhen also entered the house with Qing Xi.
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The light of dusk gradually became stronger and the sky was filled with red clouds.
The steward of Zhenguo Mansion saw Lu Yan returning from duty and hurriedly bowed to greet him.
Lu Yan nodded in response, and after whispering a few instructions, he strode around the corridor and entered Suning Hall.
He sat in front of the desk, looked at his wrist that she had grasped, and recalled the dream-like scene just now. The look in his eyes was as deep as the sea.
Although he kept convincing himself that this was just a coincidence, the dazzling white skin, the beauty mark on his collarbone, the scalding temperature, and the heart disease that had been tormenting him in recent days were all lingering in his mind.
At this time, curls of smoke rose from the incense burner in the house and an alluring aroma filled the surroundings.
It smelled so much like her fingertips.
After a short while, he suddenly laughed at himself.
Yes, he admitted that the poor third young lady of the Shen family was indeed good-looking. But there were so many beautiful women in the world. But he cannot go so far as to have such thoughts in broad daylight just because she was more attractive.
Can you make yourself so obsessed that you can’t even bear to lift your head?
Lu Yan thought about it for a long time, but still had no clue.
He only pays attention to evidence in everything and really doesn’t like to analyze these fictitious things.
In the end, he attributed all this charming dream —– was caused by overwork due to sitting in court frequently recently, or it may be that he was young and had a strong temper.
With this in mind, he got up and went to the washroom. When he returned, it was completely dark.
As soon as the candlelight went out, the long night ushered in…
Unexpectedly, he fell into a dream again.
He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in the corridor of Duke Zhenguo Mansion.
The moonlight at night was chaotic and dark, giving the already depressed Duke Zhenguo Mansion a sense of unknown sadness.
He looked to his left.
At the end of the long corridor, Yang Zong raised his hand to hold a man’s lapel, pressed him against the wall, and said angrily: “Bai Daonian, aren’t you a miracle doctor? If you are a divine doctor, then why can’t you cure heir apparent’s illness?”
The man waved his hands repeatedly, “Heir apparent is kind to me. If I could save him, why wouldn’t I not save him? But it wasn’t just the arrow wounds that the heir apparent suffered back then. The real fatal thing was the poison on the arrow! I have lived in the Western Regions for many years, and I know it is a poison called ‘Yao’ that is only found in the royal family of the Western Regions. When the poison enters the body, there will be no abnormality but after three years, it will instantly suck out a person’s bones and blood and kill them.”
After hearing this, Yang Zong trembled and said: “Is there really no antidote?”
The man nodded, “Even if there is an antidote in this world, it will be too late. In three years, the Yao poison has penetrated into every inch of the body. It is really… impossible to save him.”
After hearing this, Yang Zong put his hands on his forehead and squatted down, his pain evident in his expression.
Lu Yan didn’t understand what they said. He frowned and moved forward, thinking about asking Yang Zong.
What arrow wound?
He had never been wounded by an arrow at all.
But as soon as he lifted his feet, his whole body sank and the scene changed.
The inner room of Suning Hall was filled with smoke, and there was a pungent smell of medicine. He waved his hand and when he saw it clearly, his eyes immediately widened.
He actually looked at himself, lying on the bed dying, his eyes were cloudy, his face was pale, and his hair was covered with silver threads, as if he had aged ten years.
He stepped forward quickly, took a closer look, and found that he was holding a plain white sachet in his hand.
On the sachet, there is a small word – Zhen embroidered on it.
Looking at this word, Lu Yan thought of something and suddenly felt like he was struck by thunder.
