Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
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Chu Yihanâs icy eyes held a hint of disappointment.
He wanted to marry Su Yingxue as soon as possible but on Su Yingxueâs side⦠there seemed to be no progress.
And did Old General Suâs words tonight intentionally target him?
To outsiders, Chu Yihan seemed untouchable and beyond reach with his military power and influence in the court.
But his woman was no fool!
âYour Highness, although I donât know whatâs happened since this joyous occasion has taken its first step, thereâs no reason to halt it, otherwise itâs inauspicious! If Your Majesty Shu Feiâs spirit were to see this from above, sheâd be saddened! She truly desires to witness your marriage!â
The old steward felt a surge of affection.
Having served in the palace for years, he naturally wished the best for his master.
âYes, even Mother desires to see it. Letâs not halt preparations, continue.â
Chu Yihanâs lips curled up slightly. He trusted Su Yingxue. Even if Old General Su disagreed, he would prove himself worthy of Su Yingxueâs trust.
In the Qilin Garden, Su Miaoyan, armed with Chu Yihanâs command, forcefully boarded Su Yingxueâs carriage.
Su Yingxue tossed the medicine box to her and cautioned her, âThe medicine box is over there. Iâll allow you to visit Xiao Yu, but remember, Qilin Garden isnât safer than the palace. If you dare to wanderâ¦â
âSister, you will send me home, right?â Su Miaoyan blinked mischievously, her mouth curved like a foxâs.
Su Yingxueâs lips quirked. âYouâre clever. You know that 1â11 send you home, not the Marquisâs Manor!â
âOh, itâs easy to guess. If Iâm sent back to the Marquisâs Manor, I just need to act cute with Grandpa, and itâll blow over. Next time, I can even beg Ninth Prince to bring me to see handsome brother. But if Iâm sent home, Mother wonât let me out again!â
Su Miaoyan saw through Su Yingxueâs intentions.
âYour little brain is quite sharp. Iâll consider doing surgery on you someday to see if thereâs anything different inside your head.â
Su Yingxue ruffled Su Miaoyanâs hair.
Su Miaoyan immediately panicked, holding her head and shouting, âSister, 1 was wrong! I wonât be mischievous anymore. Iâll listen to you obediently and wonât wander around Qilin Garden!â
Sob, sob, sob!
Her sister was indeed scary!
That surgical tool could open up stomachs and even headsâ¦
Su Miaoyan imagined herself lying on the operating table with her head opened by Su Yingxue.
âAll!â
No, no, it was too scary!
What if Su Yingxue couldnât sew her head back?
Su Miaoyan decided she would never tease Su Yingxue again.
She was too scaryâ¦
Su Yingxue disciplined Su Miaoyan and snorted, âThatâs more like it!â
Su Miaoyan pouted, â1 know youâre scaring me and wonât cut open my head, but thereâs someone elseâs head. I suggest you open it!â
âOh? Who is it?â
Su Yingxue raised an intrigued eyebrow.
âSu Jinxuan! Heâs sinister and strange. Every time 1 see him, I feel like his smile is as fake as a puppetâs. And lately, heâs been running to Grandpaâs. Grandpa even gave him a military book!â
Su Miaoyan puffed up her cheeks, speaking seriously.
Su Yingxue pondered for a moment. âWhat Grandfather wants to give him is Grandfatherâs business. We canât interfere.. Did you notice anything else strange about Su Jinxuan?â