Eine eisige Aura

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He Shaoxin looked at his tense face, sighed and raised his hands: "I didn't make things difficult for her. I just forgot to tell her that after that guy went into a qi deviation, he became invulnerable to swords and spears. In addition, with the protection of evil spirits, even if he was unconscious, no one could hurt him in the slightest."

Anyway, she didn't ask me, he muttered to himself.

“She’s in a hurry to leave.” He Qinglu frowned, knowing her uncle’s temperament well.

"Wow, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, isn't she afraid of being crippled for the rest of her life?" He Shaoxin exclaimed in surprise. "This girl really has a stubborn streak!" Unexpected! I should have teased her more often, so that life wouldn't be so boring.

"Don't tease her!" He Qinglu glared at him, her expression quick and sharp.

He Shaoxin was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Little Lu Zi, give me a reason." He tapped the table slowly, once, then again.

“My tolerance for these two has long exceeded its limit. Although I can’t touch that young man right now, killing this girl and using her head to pay tribute to Mei Yaxiang and Tu Su is the most natural thing to do.”

In an instant, all the aura of the wanderers was drawn back into their bodies, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in He Shaoxin's eyes.

"If you want me to stop her, you need to give me a reason that can convince everyone. This is the rule of the He family—do you understand?"

The best reason

Three days later, it was still the Shanhan Palace.

The mute maid continued to massage Pang Wan's legs as always, and recently, at the patient's strong request, she also began to give Pang Wan acupuncture.

In seven days, and another seven days, we can bring the Southern Barbarians down the mountain together.

As Pang Wan thought this to herself, she grew increasingly anxious, wishing that the mute maid's hand could press down harder and more forcefully, so that these seven days could be shortened by half.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the crystal beaded curtain being lifted. She looked up and saw He Qinglu walking in from the doorway.

"Young Master," Pang Wan greeted him somewhat awkwardly.

Two slender, white legs were brazenly displayed in front of He Qinglu, who, without any attempt to conceal it, lowered his head and stared intently for a long while.

Pang Wan suddenly felt his cheeks burning.

"Are you feeling any better?" He Qinglu asked, her expression unchanged, turning to look at her.

"Much better, much better!" Pang Wan nodded hurriedly. "I won't bother you for too long, just seven days will do."

He Qinglu raised an eyebrow.

"How about... three days? I can already get out of bed and walk, though I'm not entirely steady yet..."

Pang Wan misunderstood his expression and hurriedly explained.

He Qinglu hummed in response, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, her amber eyes silently fixed on her.

"What's your full name?" he suddenly asked.

“…Pang Wan.” Pang Wan was surprised by his sudden question.

"Your surname is Pang?" He Qinglu nodded, then asked, "Are your parents still alive?"

Is this a household registration check? Pang Wan was completely baffled.

"Both parents are dead, and their whereabouts are unknown." She touched the back of her head, looking quite confused.

A hint of sympathy appeared in He Qinglu's eyes.

"Are you engaged? Have you been betrothed?" After a pause, he finally asked the question, feeling a strange sense of unease.

“…No.” Pang Wan’s eyes widened. She realized that she could no longer figure out what the young palace master was thinking.

He Qinglu breathed a soft sigh of relief: "Very good, the matter is resolved."

Just as Pang Wan was about to ask what was related to her family situation, she saw a pair of large hands reach out, and He Qinglu wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up, and placed her in the wheelchair.

“Come with me to see someone,” he said.

Pang Wan never expected that He Qinglu would ask her to meet He Shaoxin, the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace whom she was trying to avoid at all costs, and she instinctively shrank back.

He Qinglu patted her shoulder and pushed her forward.

“Come on, call him Second Uncle,” he said casually.

With a bang, the purple clay teapot in He Shaoxin's hand slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

In an instant, the room was filled with the rich aroma of century-old aged wine.

"Little Lu Zi, are you kidding me?"

He Shaoxin's entire face was trembling, and an aura of disbelief was bursting from every pore of his body. He was furious: "You must be joking! Right? Right?"

He Qinglu ignored him, but pressed down on Pang Wan’s rounded shoulders and coaxed him in a low voice: “Why don’t you shout? Don’t be afraid, there’s no need to be afraid.”

Pang Wan didn't understand anything yet, but at this moment, she could clearly feel the oppressive aura coming from above, so she had no choice but to obediently compromise.

"Second... Uncle?" She opened her mouth in fear, uttering the two words in a whisper.

"Oh no! This isn't real! This isn't real! This isn't real!!!"

Upon hearing her words, He Shaoxin collapsed as if struck by lightning. He leaped onto the octagonal table and began gesticulating wildly, shouting, "I'm hallucinating! This must be a hallucination! Big brother and sister-in-law! I never thought Little Lu would have a day like this! Ahhhhhh!"

Pang Wan thought Sang Shangsheng had gone mad, and was so frightened that she shrank back until she was nestled into a warm embrace behind her.

He Qinglu gently patted her shoulder and continued watching Sang Shangsheng's performance with a blank expression.