AUBTN -Chapter 379 Relaxed Moments

“Since he dared to burn it, it means he never intended to reveal the truth. We’ll just respond to changes without change. By the way, what’s that imperial physician called?”

After thinking for a moment, Yu Qing said, “I heard someone call her Lady Lin! She should be a physician surnamed Lin!”

“Mm, I’ll send someone to ask about it.”

Night fell, and although the guards of Yu Garden seemed relaxed, they were actually loose on the outside but tight within.

Shortly after midnight.

A black shadow nimbly flipped over the high wall of Yu Garden, making several leaps before landing on the corridor outside the study.

“Duke of Jingan abandoning the proper gates of his prince’s residence and instead preferring to climb walls at night. What is it? A bad habit picked up when you were in the Jinyiwei?”

In the darkness, Shen Jue leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, looking at the newcomer with a faint, teasing smile.

Lu Yan tore off his black face covering, revealing his cold, sharp face, and glared at him unhappily.

“Enough nonsense! And whose fault is this? On the court today we just publicly cut ties. If I came through the main gate openly, the censors’ spittle tomorrow would drown both of us!”

Shen Jue gave a soft scoff and walked closer unhurriedly, sizing Lu Yan up.

“Tsk, dressed all in black like this—anyone who didn’t know better would think the Duke of Jingan was here to meet some secret lover.”

“Shen Jue, say another word of nonsense and I’ll twist your neck off right now!” Lu Yan gritted his teeth.

He had been restless at home, worried something might happen on the Tianji Pavilion side, which was why he rushed over in the middle of the night—yet this man was still here teasing him.

“Trying to twist my neck off? I’m afraid Brother Lu will need another ten or eight years of practice.” Shen Jue showed no fear at all and even raised his brows provocatively.

The two stood in tense opposition.

Not far away, behind a corridor pillar, two heads were secretly peeking out.

“Wow—”

Yu Qing clasped her hands to her chest, eyes sparkling as she stared at the two confronting figures below, lowering her voice as much as possible: “Wanwan, look! That height difference! That fated vibe! That push-and-pull of love and hatred!”

Su Hewan had originally been worrying about the medical case, but was forcibly dragged here by Yu Qing to eavesdrop, and could only look helpless.

Still, watching those two bicker, Su Hewan couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly.

She suddenly remembered how, when they had just arrived here, those two would have been ready to fight each other to the death every single day.

Although now… they were still the same, but their way of arguing had completely changed.

Yu Qing excitedly grabbed Su Hewan’s arm: “I told you! Publicly estranged, secretly still close! Listen to that line from Lu Yan—‘who am I doing this for?’ Oh my god, it’s too good! I declare it—the ‘Yan-Jue’ CP is real!”

“Shh—lower your voice, both of them have deep internal strength…”

Before Su Hewan could finish speaking, the two below suddenly paused at the same time and turned their heads toward their direction.

Shen Jue looked helpless, while Lu Yan also wore a speechless expression.

“Yu Qing! What nonsense are you spouting again!” Lu Yan asked through gritted teeth.

Shen Jue sighed and looked gently toward Su Hewan’s direction: “Wanwan, the night wind is cold. Why aren’t you coming out?”

The two eavesdroppers, caught in the act, awkwardly walked out from behind the rockery.

Yu Qing showed no guilt at all and instead stepped forward with a grin: “Aiya, we were just admiring the moon! And also watching the Duke of Jingan’s wall-climbing skills.”

“You—” Lu Yan was so angry he couldn’t speak, wanting to flare up but unable to direct his anger at Yu Qing, so he could only glare fiercely at Shen Jue.

“You’ve all been corrupted!”

Shen Jue replied calmly, “That’s on you—whoever’s wife it is, should take care of her.”

“Shen Jue! You son of a—!”

In an instant, laughter and scolding voices intertwined across the quiet Yu Garden.

No scheming. No conspiracies.

Under the heavy shadow brought by the Tianji Pavilion, this brief chaos of noise and banter unexpectedly became the most rare—and warmest—moment of peace among them.

However, after the laughter faded, Su Hewan looked at Shen Jue’s slightly pale face under the moonlight, and her gaze slowly darkened.

The matter of the medical record had to be told to him immediately.

They didn’t have much time left.

The next day, inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The ministers stood in ranks on both sides. The entire court held its breath; the atmosphere was so tense that even the drop of a needle would have been audible.

“This minister! Right Censor-in-Chief Yan Song, submits a blood-written impeachment against the Regent Prince and Eastern Depot Commander Shen Jue for the crime of deceiving the Emperor and committing treason! This crime deserves extermination of the entire clan!”

A hoarse yet powerful roar echoed through the golden hall.

Yan Song, an old censor famous for his integrity, wore his official hat, holding a thick memorial. He dropped to his knees in the center of the hall.

He slammed his forehead against the ground, voice tearing with emotion.

The moment these words fell, the court erupted in shock.

The officials instantly broke into chaos, whispering among themselves, all eyes turning toward the man standing at the very front.

Shen Jue wore a black robe embroidered with dark-gold imperial python patterns. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his long pale fingers idly playing with the white jade pendant at his waist.

He tilted his head slightly, a trace of icy hostility flashing through his eyes, while the corner of his lips curled into a mocking smile.

“Oh? Lord Yan seems quite fired up this early morning,” Shen Jue said lazily, his voice low and relaxed—but carrying a chill that made people shiver.

“I’d quite like to hear what crime of deceiving the Emperor I’ve committed, that makes you willing to risk your life over it.”

Yan Song suddenly raised his head, eyes bloodshot, pointing straight at Shen Jue:

“Shen Jue! You’ve disrupted court order and seized power—fine! But as a eunuch, you actually forged your castration medical record and deceived the Emperor! You are not a eunuch at all—you are a fake eunuch, deceiving the sovereign and defiling the palace!”

The hall fell into a dead silence.

Then, two witnesses were escorted into the hall by the imperial guards.

One was an old eunuch who had once recorded archives in the Internal Affairs Bureau, and the other was an obscure physician from the Imperial Medical Academy, Song Zhao.

At this moment, Imperial Physician Song trembled all over as he knelt on the ground, stammering:

“I… I risk my life to report. I once took the Regent Prince’s pulse—his qi and blood were abundant and surging with yang energy. He… he is absolutely not the pulse of a eunuch!”

The old eunuch also repeatedly kowtowed, as if clinging to his last chance of survival:

“This servant can also testify! Back when Commander Shen entered the palace for castration, he actually used the body of a freshly dead eunuch to take his place!”

On the dragon throne, the young emperor stared at the man below who had always been as fearsome as a tiger in his eyes.

The dying words of He Wenyuan—“You will eventually be devoured by them”—once again echoed sharply in his ears.

This was a heaven-sent opportunity.

A perfect chance to legally and publicly send Shen Jue into eternal ruin.

If the charge of being a fake eunuch was proven, even ten heads would not be enough for Shen Jue to save himself.

“Regent Prince,” the young emperor’s voice carried a barely restrained excitement and ruthlessness.

“With witnesses and evidence present, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Shen Jue let out a cold chuckle, his eyes deep as an ancient well, completely devoid of warmth.

He slowly pulled out a stack of sealed documents from his sleeve.

With a flick of his wrist, he slammed them straight into the faces of Yan Song and Imperial Physician Lin.

The papers scattered like snowflakes across the ground.