Chapter 227 Misunderstandings Resolved

“If there ever comes a day when I have to trade the whole world for you, I, Shen Jue… will not hesitate.”

This time, Su Hewan didn’t call him a liar.

She lifted her hand and gently stroked his exquisitely handsome face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Then she leaned forward and pressed a soft, apologetic kiss on his lips.

“Sorry, I was being childish!”

Shen Jue smiled and wrapped her in his arms. “With me here, you can be as childish as you want, because I can catch every little emotion of yours!”

Su Hewan froze for a moment, then laughed.

There’s no such thing as too much childishness in this world—only someone who can catch every little emotion you have!

At this moment, she truly believed it.

Meanwhile, in the west wing…

Yu Qing was laid on the bed by Lu Yan, and she instinctively tried to spring up like a startled carp.

But Lu Yan’s tall frame pressed her back down immediately.

“Lu Yan! Let go of me!” Yu Qing struggled with all her strength, flailing like an angry cat.

Lu Yan said nothing. He grabbed her flailing hands and pinned them firmly above her head with one hand.

Looking down at her, his eagle-like eyes were gathering a storm within them.

“You called me a liar?” he finally spoke, his voice heavy with hurt.

“You are!” Yu Qing met his gaze without fear.

“You men… your words sound fine, but in your hearts, all you think about is the kingdom, fame, and fortune! Women in your eyes… are things that can be sacrificed anytime!”

“I’m not,” Lu Yan replied simply and bluntly.

“You are!”

“I’m not.”

“You are! You are! You are!”

Seeing her unreasonable insistence, Lu Yan suddenly felt all his words fail him.

He, a man used to letting his blade speak, felt completely tongue-tied under the questioning of the woman he loved.

Since words didn’t work…

He bent down sharply, using the most direct and primal way to silence her incessant chatter.

“Mmm—!”

Yu Qing’s eyes widened instantly.

His kiss—like him—was domineering, forceful, with an irresistible strength.

Yu Qing struggled desperately, even trying to bite him, but he seized the moment to deepen the kiss.

Lu Yan wasn’t Shen Jue; he didn’t know how to use flowery words.

He only knew how to prove it through action.

To prove how much he cared, to prove that when he said “I only want you,” it wasn’t empty words.

His kiss grew deeper, hotter, as if it could consume her whole being.

Gradually, Yu Qing’s struggles weakened.

Her anger was slowly extinguished by the burning intensity of his love.

Her grievances were gently soothed by his clumsy but sincere kiss.

When Lu Yan finally let her go, Yu Qing’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes rimmed with crystal tears, and she was panting heavily.

She looked at the man before her. His expression remained stern, yet in his deep eyes, her reflection was clear—fully, completely her.

“The world… means nothing to me.”

Lu Yan leaned down and gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with his rough fingertips, speaking carefully and solemnly.

“I only want you.”

This time, Yu Qing didn’t argue.

She sniffled, her voice thick with a nasal timbre, and stretched out her arms, wrapping them around his neck and burying her face in his solid chest.

“You… if you dare treat me like that again, I… I’ll really bite you to death!”

Though it was a threat, her tone was soft, almost like a playful coaxing.

Lu Yan’s tense body finally relaxed. He wrapped her tightly in return, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile of satisfaction.

The night finally returned to peace.

Two rooms, two completely different approaches, yet both achieved the same outcome.

Misunderstandings cleared, hearts untangled.

The next day.

In the back courtyard of the inn.

The four of them sat around a square table, the tea in front of them long since cold.

Yu Qing rested her head on the table, sighing, “So… what do we do now?”

Lu Yan glanced at her without speaking, but a trace of helpless indulgence flickered in his eyes.

Su Hewan lifted her teacup and took a light sip of the cold tea, using it to suppress the heaviness pressing on her heart.

“Since we can’t move against the Zhen Nan Wang Mansion directly, why not use them as bait?” Su Hewan suggested calmly.

Shen Jue toyed with the exquisite emperor-green thumb ring on his finger, smiling like a cunning fox.

“Wanwan is as clever as always.”

“The Zhen Nan Wang Mansion is just a facade. What we’re really after is the Medicine Valley hidden behind the miasma.”

“But even Xiao Yun Zheng doesn’t know its exact location. How do we get in?” Yu Qing fretted, running a hand through her hair.

Lu Yan said in a deep voice, “That’s why we need a perfectly legitimate reason.”

“To seek a cure for the Crown Prince!”

Su Hewan’s eyes lit up as she immediately caught Lu Yan’s train of thought.

“The Crown Prince, driven mad by the tragic death of his beloved wife, prompts the Zhen Nan Wang, desperate for his son, to issue a call for heroes, requesting that the two imperial envoys personally venture deep into the Ten-Thousand Mountains to seek out the legendary immortal doctor and obtain a cure.”

“This script… is perfect,” Su Hewan said, a cold smile tugging at her lips.

Shen Jue nodded in satisfaction. “Now that we have leverage over the Zhen Nan Wang, even if he suspects we’re acting, he’ll have no choice but to cooperate and play along until the end of this act.”

“Use their plan against them, lure the snake out of its hole,” Lu Yan concluded, his sharp side profile radiating lethal intent.

“Tomorrow morning, we begin preparations to enter the mountains.”

After finalizing the plan, the four of them dispersed to take care of their own business.

Mainly because last night, Shen Jue and Lu Yan had lost control in bed, so tonight they could only have a vegetarian meal!

At that moment, in the upstairs wing, moonlight streamed through the lattice windows, scattering silver light across the floor.

Su Hewan and Yu Qing lay side by side on a carved wooden bed.

Both of them stared blankly at the canopy above.

“Wanwan…” Yu Qing turned over, her voice trembling noticeably.

“Do you think… that so-called immortal doctor did it on purpose?”

“He’s so skilled, able to produce that lost forbidden medicine… how could he not know that an overdose of that powdered herb would kill?”

The more Yu Qing thought about it, the colder her back felt.

This wasn’t just an accidental killing—this was a meticulously planned murder!

Su Hewan squinted in the darkness, her rational mind racing at full speed.

“I also think something’s very wrong.”

“If he just wanted money, he could have given some mild calming or brain-boosting pills. Why hand over something as dangerously potent as the幻生花 powder?”

“He knew Xiao Yun Zheng’s desperate, reckless mindset—he would inevitably increase the dosage.”

Su Hewan’s voice sounded exceptionally cold in the still night.

“This shows that what he wants isn’t money.”

“But… leverage over the Zhen Nan Wang Mansion!”

Yu Qing inhaled sharply, suddenly sitting up and clutching the quilt tightly.

“You mean… the people from Medicine Valley are deliberately setting up the Zhen Nan Wang Mansion?”