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Chapitre 64

—Having witnessed her skills, why did you stand by and let Mei Yaxiang attack back then?

An unprecedented feeling of frustration welled up inside him; his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth began to taste bitter, and his chest felt tight and uncomfortable.

"You should get some rest."

He hastily left a reassuring remark and then left the room in a disheveled state.

Once the footsteps faded into the distance, Pang Wan buried her face in the pillow.

Tears streamed down her face, silently soaking a large patch of brocade.

She had never longed for power as much as she did now; she wanted to protect herself and give those who insulted her a resounding slap in the face.

—Once I recover, I must resume my martial arts training.

Having lived for sixteen years, this was the first time she felt so clear-headed and lucid about anything other than love.

Author's Note: What a mess!

I received your birthday wishes, thank you so much everyone! Let's lighten things up a bit~

Yo yo! Check it out! Young Master He, get a set! One cent for a single appearance! Those who like him, shower him with flowers! Roses, monthly roses, morning glories! Sofas, benches, golden brushes! See it while it's hot, it's like being in heaven! Everyone! Enough already! Let's get a set together! Verb, great compassion, verb! I say handsome man, you say yes! "Handsome man," "Yes," "Handsome man," "Yes!"

Oh yeah!

Chapter Twelve

Causes

After just one night, Pang Wan suddenly felt that everything was being treated better.

A nimble maid appeared in the room, taking care of everything for her in every detail: washing, taking medicine, feeding her, and even giving her an hour-long full-body massage, as if an angel had descended.

"Hey, is your master planning to fatten me up and then kill me?"

Pang Wan was terrified by this sudden preferential treatment. She vaguely remembered that a famous type of fragrant pig lived in such a comfortable environment, eating, drinking, listening to music, and even getting massages every day.

Unfortunately, the maid, though beautiful, was mute. Faced with Pang Wan's question, she could only smile apologetically and point to her mouth.

“…Your master is a real bastard!” Based on Pang Wan’s rich experience in imagining things, she could tell that the maid had most likely been poisoned and rendered mute, so she couldn’t help but sigh.

But the maidservant was displeased and waved her hand and shook her head vigorously at her.

"Tell me, what is your master's status?" Pang Wan teased her with great interest.

The maid blinked her watery eyes, looking quite troubled.

"Give me a hint!" Pang Wan smiled radiantly, took her fair and delicate hand, and patted it gently.

Two blushes immediately appeared on the maid's face.

Pang Wan found it very amusing and tickled her palm again, causing the maid to blush and tremble with embarrassment.

Pang Wan was captivated by the sight and couldn't help but giggle. He reached out to poke her rosy cheeks, but before he could touch her, his fingertips were knocked away by a sudden hidden weapon.

Turning my head, I saw an old acquaintance standing by the door with a cold expression.

"You may leave," He Qinglu ordered the maid, her voice as hard as stone.

As if granted a pardon, the maidservant quickly bowed and hurried away.

Pang Wan glanced at the whirling hidden weapon on the ground and realized it was a piece of bone, which made her shudder. Without a word, she lowered the curtain, attempting to keep the person outside the bed.

"Are you... feeling any better?" He Qinglu wanted to scold her for her unreasonable behavior, but after thinking about her own mistakes, she couldn't help but feel guilty, and her accusatory tone weakened.

"I can feel my legs again," Pang mumbled, huddled under the covers.

Hearing this, He Qinglu breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifting the curtain.

"Who exactly are you? How did you end up here?" Pang Wan wondered, recalling the way he had instructed the maid earlier.

"You answer first, why did you and your senior brother come to this lonely palace?" He Qinglu's voice was steady, without any inflection.

Pang Wan thought to himself that he was now on someone else's territory and his life was in their hands, so he obediently replied, "We just want to see the Palace Master." As for what to do after the meeting, that was another matter.

"What do you want to see him for? Do you want an explanation?" He Qinglu stared at her intently, thinking about what Mei Yaxiang had reported earlier.

Pang Wan turned to look at him and said softly, "Do you know a girl named Mei Wu?"

He Qinglu was taken aback, then nodded.

"Is she from the Lonely Palace?" Pang Wan asked again.

He Qinglu nodded again.

Pang Wan then let out a long sigh and leaned back on the bed: "Mei Wu was my senior brother's fiancée. She was killed on the day of her wedding. My senior brother went through many hardships to find her and eventually found her at the Lonely Palace."

"You suspect that someone from the Lonely Palace killed her?"

He Qinglu's voice sharpened, and in the next instant, his fingers were on her pulse point.

"Oh, are you trying to kill her to cover it up?" Pang Wan was somewhat surprised, but still forced a smile and explained, "It is said that Miss Mei Wu was the personal maid of the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace. Since she died a tragic death, what's wrong with us coming to ask the Palace Master about it?"

The hand that was holding her pulse point loosened, and the murderous aura emanating from He Qinglu lessened by three points.

“Mei Wu was indeed the Palace Master’s personal maid, but her murder has absolutely nothing to do with my palace.” He said expressionlessly.

“But we found out that Mei Wu left the palace without permission, and, and…” Pang Wan secretly glanced at He Qinglu’s face from under her eyelashes, wondering whether she should say the next thing.