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Chapitre 73

He Qinglu looked coldly at the girl who was almost going crazy, wondering to herself—was it really necessary to be so surprised?

Pang Wan was on the verge of collapse. She grabbed He Qinglu's collar, her eyes bloodshot with madness: "You want me to be your wife, how can you not ask my opinion first?! Where are my human rights?! Huh?!"

He Qinglu grasped her hand in return, suppressing his impatience and trying to speak gently: "If you weren't my fiancée, the Palace Master would cut off your head and use it as a sacrifice to his subordinates if you went out tomorrow. Would you rather die than refuse?"

Pangwan miraculously quieted down.

She fell silent.

"You're right."

After a long pause, Pang Wan finally looked up again, his expression now calm and composed.

"Thank you for your kindness, young master. I am honored that you would allow me to take the place of your fiancée." She looked at He Qinglu very sincerely, reached out and wrapped her arms around his ten fingers, intertwining them in her palm. "Young master is truly Guanyin reincarnated. I have no way to repay such a great kindness."

—That's right, that's the kind of reaction a normal woman should have.

Seeing how obedient she was, He Qinglu couldn't help but smile.

"From now on, when you're out and about, remember to listen to me," he instructed her, feigning seriousness.

“Whatever you say, young master,” Pang Wan nodded obediently.

Looking at her beautifully curved chin, her round, pink cheeks, and her doe-like, watery almond-shaped eyes, He Qinglu felt incredibly pleased.

"We'll go down the mountain once your leg is fully healed." He took the opportunity to ruffle his voluminous, cloud-like hair, and was pleased to smell a sweet, fruity fragrance. "Don't rush, okay?"

Pang Wan let him do as he pleased, and murmured an "Mmm" under her breath.

Seeing her nestled beneath him like a little rabbit, He Qinglu felt her heart melt.

His second uncle asked him to give a reason not to make things difficult for Pang Wan, and he came up with about 81 different answers.

Now he has to admit that having Pang Wan as his wife is undoubtedly the best option.

Without a doubt, he will always be the smartest.

Isn't that so?

A Few Things About Mei Wu

"drink!"

Pang Wan sat on the bamboo couch, strained his voice, and roared at a strangely shaped bamboo vessel, his face turning red.

With a click, the bamboo tube sprang up, shooting out a colorful candy bean from its center. Pang Wan, quick as a flash, stuck his head in and swallowed the candy bean, which was then rolled into his tongue.

"Young master, the range of voice control is limited; it can only affect a distance of about one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) around the device."

She munched on beans as she turned to look at the person on the desk.

He Qinglu glanced at her, then continued fiddling with the skull in his hands. "Hmm, the distance is a bit small." He mumbled a hum. "But this thing isn't for people; it's for animals."

“An animal?” Pang Wan was stunned.

“Animals can perceive far more sounds than humans can hear.” He Qinglu glanced at her with a smile. “Voice-controlled mechanisms are more suitable for them.”

"Are you going to perform craniotomy on them? And implant reflex devices into their brain nerves?" Pang Wan's eyes widened. "That's too cruel, you can't do that!"

He Qinglu choked.

"I never thought of that before..." he muttered to himself, a glint of light gradually appearing in his eyes. "So there's such a way to do it?"

Pang Wan felt a sense of foreboding and quickly shouted, "Hey, I was just kidding, don't believe me! Hey, hey!"

Seeing her nervous expression, He Qinglu couldn't help but chuckle: "I didn't intend to do that. This so-called voice control device is just capturing and amplifying the vibrations of airflow; there is no neural manipulation involved. It's just that considering that animals are much more sensitive to sound, this device might be more effective on them after being modified."

Pang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that this person's talent hadn't defied the heavens and surpassed that of a thousand years later.

“Controlling the brain nerves…” But He Qinglu’s eyes began to glaze over, and he entered a serious meditation phase.

"Young Master!" Pang Wan jumped off the bamboo couch and ran to him, wagging her tail. "You said you'd tell me about Miss Mei Wu after I finished testing the ten mechanisms for you. Now I've finished testing them!"

Her wandering thoughts were pulled back, and He Qinglu smiled slightly at her: "What do you want to know?"

Now that Pang Wan has been placed under his wing, his expression and tone have become much more amiable, and he is now quite accommodating to any request.

After thinking for a moment, Pang Wan raised her questions one by one.

Thus, through He Qinglu's description, she learned that Meiwu was a gentle and kind top-notch maid whose inner qualities matched her outward appearance.

"But for some reason, she had a fight with my second uncle before leaving the palace." He Qinglu shook her head. "Given her personality, she wouldn't even raise her voice."

"Your second uncle really didn't pursue her relentlessly?" Pang Wan asked in surprise.

"So many women admire my second uncle, yet he never even paid attention to Jin Buyao. How could he possibly be interested in a mere maid?" He Qinglu scoffed at her naiveté.

Pang Wan was immediately shocked by Jin Buyao's gaze. She recalled the Palace Master's dignified appearance and couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

"Don't look at my second uncle like this now, he's disguised."

He Qinglu saw through her thoughts at a glance and said with a hint of disdain, "My second uncle was a famously handsome man when he was young. He just didn't want others to pay too much attention to his appearance."

Pang Wan recalled the storyteller's praise of a "handsome young man with a jade-like face," and then looked at He Qinglu's serious and handsome face, nodding to indicate that she believed him.

“Strictly speaking, Mei Wu isn’t my second uncle’s maid; she’s the maid of my second uncle’s adopted daughter.” He Qinglu thought for a moment and then added, “She used to imitate my cousin’s behavior. For a while, she went so far as to become obsessed that she could hardly tell who was who.”

Pang Wan felt as if a gong had been struck hard in his head, making a buzzing sound.