The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1625 - 1712: Once Bitten by a Snake

He clearly expressed his intention to refuse and even came up with this excuse to prevent Liu Yi from believing otherwise.

Liu Yi felt a twitch in her heart.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years scared of ropes?

The people and things of the past really affected him this deeply?

Indeed, if it hadn’t affected him so deeply, he wouldn’t have done such a thing back then, to the point of not even caring about his own life. If it weren’t for her passing by and saving him by chance, he might have long...

Thinking this way, Liu Yi felt another pang in her heart.

A slight, prickly pain gradually crawled up her heart.

She savored various emotions and let out a long sigh in the end.

"It’s my own mouth that got me into trouble. I had nothing better to do than to provoke her!"

If she hadn’t heard the sound of that flute and deliberately provoked Dong Huiying, she wouldn’t have been outmaneuvered and ended up feeling frustrated herself.

However, Liu Yi smiled again.

"This girl truly doesn’t suffer any losses. With this, I can be at ease."

Her bond with Haoming is deep, and with her temperament, if Haoming were ever bullied, she would certainly be there to protect him.

Yixuan is right; there’s probably no other woman in the world more suited to be their wife than this girl Dong!

With this, she felt reassured.

...

When Dong Huiying came, she was holding a handful of fragrant powder, sprinkling it as she walked, causing people to fall into a deep sleep and preventing anyone from discovering their tracks. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

And when she left, she used the same trick again, waking those who had been asleep with another handful of powder.

Like this, they came and went, unnoticed and untraceable, as if by magic.

As for those who had been asleep, they simply thought they’d nodded off for a moment, completely unaware that someone had roamed their mansion as if leisurely strolling through their own garden while they slept.

The flute music, soft and mournful, drifted gently. After playing a few pieces, Qinghe put away the jade flute.

Ah Lian held a tray, upon which was a set of purple clay teaware. She stood silently, watching, listening, her eyes fixed on the man who remained turned away from her.

Ah Lian lightly pressed her lips and placed her hand on the teapot’s side; it was still warm, but she knew the young master preferred his tea hot. Hot tea wasn’t the same as warm tea.

The young master loved his tea extremely hot, scalding hot—the hotter, the better.

Many people, upon seeing the young master in this state, would be fooled by his appearance, thinking he must be a person of indifference without desires or pursuits. Little did they know, the young master was quite extreme.

He loved spicy food, strong liquor, extreme heat, or extremely cold things, like his love for winter’s heavy snow and the ice beneath the eaves...

This was the young master, a very extreme person.

Qinghe stood with his back to Ah Lian, gazing at the night. Meanwhile, Ah Lian brewed a fresh pot of hot tea and brought it to Qinghe.

Qinghe picked up the teacup, swirling the clear tea within; the tea was still steaming.

His eyes were distant, vacant, as if he were in a daze, murmuring, "Do you think, what is she doing now?"

Ah Lian lowered her head, "I do not know."

She knew that the ’she’ in the young master’s words referred to Marshal Baowei. Yet, this was a question she dared not answer.

Indeed, she dared not answer.

She feared that answering wrongly might incur the young master’s displeasure...