I am born a beauty, and I am supreme

Chapter 132

"Sir, please have some tea and snacks." A gentle voice sounded from the side.

Chu Zhen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look.

I misread it the first time.

Before me appeared a delicate, palm-sized face, as white as snow.

He opened his mouth, almost shouting out the name.

Then I held back, swallowing that name little by little into my heart.

Luo Ling looked at the adult before her, feeling slightly taken aback.

He stared at me with an unprecedented tenderness in his eyes.

But the gentleness was fleeting, like a snowflake falling into the palm of your hand, instantly melting into water.

A moment later, no water remained, only a faint water stain still imprinted on the palm.

It seems that it was also imprinted in my heart.

“It’s you…” Chu Zhen began, speaking softly.

"Of course it's me. Who else would you think it is?" Luo Ling thought.

He smiled and said, "Sir, please have some tea. This tea has no stimulating effect and will not interfere with your sleep."

She kindly offered her advice.

Ever since the carriage carrying the bride left, this man's days and nights have become chaotic again, and no one can persuade him otherwise. Tonight, she brought it up specifically to remind him that he can no longer stay up late.

Even the most hardened body wouldn't be able to withstand such a physical strain. Besides, his past record was terrible, and things only improved after someone came along. Now that person has left, he's immediately reverted to his old ways.

Chu Zhen waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to say anything more.

Luo Ling placed the tea and snacks on the table, the tea wafting a fragrant aroma. He didn't even glance at them, seemingly completely uninterested.

And clearly... how could someone who once held that person's burnt, mushy food and ate it with a beaming smile be so cold and indifferent as he is today?

Luo Ling paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "My lord, before Young Master Le left, he instructed me to take good care of you. If that's the case, Young Master Le will inevitably be heartbroken when he returns and finds out."

Chu Zhen was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the female official: "What did you say?"

Luo Ling's smile remained unchanged, her expression unwavering: "My lord, for the sake of the marriage envoy, you should also take care of your health. Otherwise, given his temperament, if he knew that you had lost your appetite and couldn't sleep at night after he left, I'm afraid..."

"She doesn't need to know these things," Chu Zhen said ramblingly, frowning.

How could this be... She had told Luo Ling to take good care of him?

He vividly remembered that when he was chatting with Xue Nuo that day, Luo Ling came to deliver some snacks, but Le Yan blocked her way. She carried the snack box and imitated Luo Ling's manner in such a playful and charming way.

Later, for some unknown reason, she ran away, seemingly angry with him.

All the past experiences, both sweet and bitter, now seem only sweet to him.

"My lord..." Luo Ling was about to speak again.

For some reason, Chu Zhen felt slightly relieved. She glanced at the female official, reached out and took the tea from the table: "I'll drink it, I'll eat it, is that alright?"

Luo Ling looked at him, then bowed her head deeply: "Yes, sir."

His compromise wasn't for her sake, was it?

Standing beside him with her brows lowered and sleeves tucked in, Luo Ling sighed inwardly. For some reason, even though she knew it was impossible, she still felt a pang of sadness.

As Chu Zhen stepped outside the court, the cold wind whipped at his face, making his heart even colder.

If only I had known...

Ultimately, I still felt uneasy.

Or perhaps he already had a premonition in his heart, but he couldn't bring himself to face it, fearing that if the premonition came true, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to be ruthless. Is that how it is?

The emperor's heart is unfathomable, and His Majesty is truly remarkable. Perhaps it was because he sensed that His Majesty would be reluctant that he never consulted with him.

Why drag her into such a momentous and dangerous matter? Why?

Chu Zhen clenched his fist, his cloak fluttering in the wind behind him. The vast palace was a sea of white.

The figure in red swayed past him, calling out softly, "Uncle Zhen."

With such a playful and adorable look in her eyes.

Just, nothing should happen to her, absolutely nothing.

Chu Zhen strode forward, heading from inside the palace towards the outside. The snow outside the palace road that hadn't been cleared before he stepped on it, making a crunching sound. Chu Zhen felt a pang of heartache for no reason.

A figure carrying a sword slowly emerged from the side.

Chu Zhen turned her head, slightly surprised.

The man casually tossed his hair and laughed, "Ha, ha, my lord, don't be surprised or doubtful. If that scoundrel hadn't used such shameless means to coerce me before leaving, I wouldn't have agreed to stay by your side until she returned."

I would not agree to this.

Stay by the adults' side until she returns.

Chu Zhen felt something explode in his heart. The shock was so great that he staggered and couldn't help but take two steps back before falling backward.

It hurts a little.

Thank you to all the classmates who supported Feifei, lov everyone!

Chapter 168 of "The Road to Jiangnan": A Person with a Heart

"My lord!" Beitang Yujian saw the man's expression change drastically and he suddenly took two steps back. He knew something was wrong. When he saw the man sway and fall backward, he was even more alarmed. He moved his feet and flashed to Chu Zhen's side.

He reached out and hugged him around the waist, only to see that the man's face was ashen, his eyes staring straight at the sky above him, his brows furrowed as if he were in great pain. He tried to suppress it, but ultimately couldn't, and with a "uh," a spurt of blood shot out from the corner of his mouth.

Blood flashed before his eyes, the color welling up from the depths of his heart blinding him.

Chu Zhen slowly closed her eyes.

Beitang Yujian held the person in his arms, and his hands and feet suddenly felt cold.

Tang Leyan closed the door, muttering curses under her breath as she climbed into bed.

Sit cross-legged, place the fan beside your knees, raise both palms flat, and gradually bring your palms together to form a yin-yang correspondence, then begin to adjust your internal breathing.

These past few days, whenever she found an opportunity, she would come back to meditate and regulate her breathing, trying to expel the accumulated fire poison in her body. However, she had no one to help her with this, and she dared not be too hasty, otherwise she would be too impatient and achieve the opposite of what she intended. So she could only proceed little by little. Before long, snowy white mist began to rise from the top of her head, condensing like light clouds. She moved her right arm, turned her palm up, and her palm was bright red.

Something flashed through my mind, and for a moment I was in a daze. At the same time, my chest suddenly churned.

The process of expelling poison is most vulnerable to distraction. In the past, she always had someone assisting her during her cultivation, sometimes Mo Hua, sometimes Xiao Di. If they noticed anything amiss, they would immediately interrupt her cultivation to prevent her from suffering a qi deviation. It was rare for her to be alone like now, and these past two days she had been doing quite well on her own. She had momentarily forgotten to be cautious. Just now, while cultivating, she suddenly recalled the scene with Chu Gexing, and a feeling of unease crept into her heart. Her inner demons seized the opportunity, and her body trembled violently for a moment.

He flipped his hand, intending to unleash the fiery poison gathered on his arm, but the energy within his body spiraled out of control, undergoing a strange transformation. The fiery poison was out of control, suddenly becoming restless and showing signs of scattering.

Tang Leyan knew something was wrong and hurriedly composed herself. Despite her efforts to suppress her emotions, her fair face paled. If she were to suffer a backlash from the fire poison, even ten Tang Leyans wouldn't survive.

In this critical moment of being caught between a rock and a hard place, there was no time to blame anyone. All they could do was use all their remaining strength to desperately suppress the raging fire poison that was about to backfire. As for the outcome, there was no time or time to think about it. They could only hope to suppress it for as long as possible.

Just at the critical moment, a sudden force struck from behind; someone had made a move. A palm strike landed squarely on her back.

Tang Leyan felt a sharp pain in her back, and with a "whoosh," she spat out a mouthful of dark black blood.

The man behind her landed a successful blow. Without further delay, he flew in front of her, and Tang Leyan coughed up blood. She felt a sense of relief, and seeing the man continue his attack, she raised her right palm and struck him without hesitation.

With a single palm strike, she unleashed tremendous force. It carried with it her own pent-up killing intent, making her a force few in the world could withstand.

The instant her palm met the other person's, Tang Leyan's eyes flashed, and she was instantly jolted, reducing the immense force in her hand by one-third in the blink of an eye.

Even so, the moment their palms met, an overwhelming surge of internal force erupted, and the man felt as if he were in a raging storm, unable to stand on his feet, and his body flew backward in an instant.

Tang Leyan swung her palm out, and when she looked back, the crimson color in her palm had greatly diminished.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, slightly adjusting her breathing, but her eyes kept scanning the person who had been sent flying backward. When she opened her mouth, she asked, "How are you?"

The man was sent flying by her palm strike, unable to stop, and crashed into the opposite wall. He slowly slid down after hitting the wall, clutching his chest as he staggered to his feet. He turned sideways and said in a deep voice, "I'm alright. Young master, please calm down and regulate your breathing."

She wore silver clothes and a silver veil covering her head and face, revealing only a pair of slightly drooping eyes.

Tang Leyan nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and grasped Yin and Yang with both hands again. She quickly channeled the surging internal energy in her body into her meridians. In an instant, the internal energy, which seemed to be about to burst its banks like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, gradually subsided.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Tang Leyan finally opened her eyes again.

During this time, the man remained in place, listening carefully to her breathing while occasionally glancing at her expression, until she was completely unharmed and opened her eyes. Then, his figure flickered and disappeared.

"Wait!" Tang Leyan called out.

The man paused, then stood still.

“You…are injured,” she said, frowning. “Come here.”

"I'm unharmed!" the man said in a deep voice, standing still.

"Come here," she called again.

The man thought for a moment, hesitated for a second, and finally walked forward to the bedside.

Tang Leyan reached out and grasped his wrist, taking his pulse for a while.

The man felt a surge of internal energy flow into his veins as her hand grasped his wrist, instantly suppressing the burning sensation within his body.

"Thank you, young master." He couldn't help but kneel down.

"You..." Tang Leyan looked at him, "You risked your life to save me from the danger of going mad. The one who should be thanking you is me."

“It’s what I should do,” he said, his eyes lowered.

"Judging from your attire...you...you are...Uncle Zhen..." Tang Leyan looked at this person, feeling a slight surge of excitement, but she couldn't utter a word.

"I was sent by my master to protect the young master," the man replied.

"Hmm..." Tang Leyan smiled slightly, "Thank you for your hard work."

The ninja glanced at her, then lowered his head and remained silent.

"How is Uncle Zhen?" she asked.

"The master is very kind."

"Um."

Tang Leyan agreed, still holding the Ninja's Earth Vein with her hand. She felt the surging internal energy in his body gradually subside before letting go.

"I don't know whether to thank you or Uncle Zhen," she said slowly. "If you hadn't been so accurate in your judgment, striking me with a palm that dispersed my internal energy and forced me to unleash my killing intent, I really couldn't have predicted what the consequences would have been."

"My master said that no matter what, he must ensure the young master's safety," the ninja said, his eyelids lowered.