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Xiao Jinyan watched Ye Suhuan warily from atop the roof; ever since their encounter with the Xingmiao Clan, he knew he was no match for Ye Suhuan.

Ye Suhuan, feigning ignorance, asked, "Are you here looking for Little Nine?"

Xiao Jinyan replied, "I am here to find her, what does it have to do with you?"

Ye Suhuan stepped forward slowly, pausing between words, "Of course, it matters, she is my fiancée."

Xiao Jinyan froze, wanting to argue, but he couldn’t reveal Little Nine’s true identity, as it was Feng Wuyou who was betrothed.

Ye Suhuan sneered, "I didn’t go looking for you, but here you are at my doorstep. Don’t blame me then."

As the words fell, Xiao Jinyan sensed an intense killing intent; instinctively, he drew the soft sword from his waist and prepared for battle.

Xuetuan took advantage of their fight and, putting forth all her effort, dashed into the Wuyou Palace once again.

Shen Chuwei had just finished bathing and was sitting at the bedside reading a storybook, waiting for Xuetuan, when she heard some noise and looked up to see Xuetuan running inside swiftly.

When Xuetuan climbed onto the bed, Shen Chuwei noticed that the Lotus Pouch around her neck was empty.

"Jinyan didn’t send a reply?"

"Meow," Xuetuan cried out before hopping down from the bed and running to the door, then turning back to look at her.

Seeing this, Shen Chuwei knew something was wrong; she quickly grabbed her outer garment, threw it on, and ran out following Xuetuan.

It wasn’t long before Xiao Jinyan was at a disadvantage, pressurized by Ye Suhuan to the point of falling off the roof. For an instant, an image flashed through his mind—the image of falling down a cliff.

He barely steadied himself, his hand clutching his aching chest, as he looked up to see Ye Suhuan leap down from the roof and advance toward him, an invisible pressure emanating from him.

Xiao Jinyan gripped the soft sword tightly, "It was you who injured me, and then had me thrown down the cliff."

A cold glint swept through Ye Suhuan’s eyes, "So what if it was? You deserve to die!"

Xiao Jinyan countered, "Is it because Little Nine likes me, and you are jealous? You think by killing me, Little Nine will like you?"

Ye Suhuan drew out a silver Liuhuo from his sleeve, smirking, "I grew up with her from childhood, our bond is deeper than yours."

"Is that so?" Xiao Jinyan scoffed with equal coldness, "With your ruthless heart and actions, she will only hate you."

Ye Suhuan’s footsteps halted at those words, his brows furrowed beneath his mask, his body tensed; he clenched the Liuhuo in his hand but didn’t strike.

When Shen Chuwei arrived, she saw Xiao Jinyan backed into a corner, clutching his chest—it was clear he was injured.

Turning to Ye Suhuan, she saw him standing upright, holding some sort of hidden weapon; she didn’t need to ask to know it was intended for Xiao Jinyan.

Without a second thought, she charged over and pushed Ye Suhuan away with both hands.

Shen Chuwei, already stronger than the average person, combined with Ye Suhuan’s complete lack of defense, sent him crashing into the nearby wall.

By the time Ye Suhuan recovered, it was too late—his body hit the wall, a sweet and metallic taste rising in his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it.

After pushing Ye Suhuan aside, Shen Chuwei didn’t bother with him and went straight to Xiao Jinyan, anxiously inspecting him from head to toe, using her hands as well.

"Husband, where are you injured?"

Xiao Jinyan, having seen her push Ye Suhuan to the ground without hesitation, was secretly sweating for her.

"I’m fine."

"You scared me to death." Still not reassured, Shen Chuwei took his hand to feel his pulse.

Xiao Jinyan let her be; without checking his pulse, she wouldn’t be at ease.

Ye Suhuan straightened up, lips pursed in silence, watching the couple across from him with Liuhuo ready at his side.

After who knows how long, he put away the Liuhuo and silently turned to leave.

Xiao Jinyan, surprised and confused by Ye Suhuan’s sudden departure, looked down at Little Nine, seemingly understanding something.

Having finished taking his pulse, Shen Chuwei looked up at Xiao Jinyan, concern filling her eyes, "You’ve suffered an internal injury; it’s not severe, but it needs proper care."

Xiao Jinyan spoke softly, "It’s nothing."

Shen Chuwei turned to look for Ye Suhuan, intending to question him, but found that no one was behind her, "Hey, where is he?"

Xiao Jinyan replied, "He’s gone."

She sighed in relief; thankfully, he was gone. Otherwise, she didn’t know how she would convince Ye Suhuan to spare Xiao Jinyan.

Shen Chuwei led Xiao Jinyan back to the Wuyou Palace. Thankfully, she wasn’t in the habit of having attendants constantly by her side, so at this late hour, the palace maids and eunuchs had already retired for the night.

In the bedchamber, Xiao Jinyan sat on the couch. Having just undergone acupuncture, his complexion had improved significantly, and his chest hurt less.

He watched as Shen Chuwei busily prepared medicine at the table, and Ye Suhuan’s words came to mind.

Little Nine and he were engaged.

After Shen Chuwei prepared the medicine, she wrapped each dose meticulously in oiled paper for Xiao Jinyan to take back to the inn.

Once everything was ready, she stood up and went to Xiao Jinyan, examining his complexion, which had improved a lot since earlier.

Xiao Jinyan looked up at her, "Did Ye Suhuan say anything to you?"