Lost Jade Slip

Chang Wan, although soft-hearted, couldn’t shake off a complex feeling when she thought of Chu Changqing’s gaze and the terrifying plot from the book. If she had to summarize it—she simply didn’t want to see him.

Who knew, as she turned to leave:

“Where are you going?”

The youth’s voice was low, soft, and hoarse, with an inscrutable nuance.

Chang Wan, currently imagining his talent for skinning and bone-stripping, felt a slight shiver in her heart.

She then consoled herself… even if she had to rely on him later, there was no need to be afraid now, and even less need to explain anything to him.

The gap between them right now was like Arnold Schwarzenegger compared to a frail little girl—she was Schwarzenegger.

But somehow, even though she claimed to be Schwarzenegger, in the face of this “little girl” Chu Changqing, she subconsciously dared not defy him.

Perhaps the original owner felt the same way when facing him.

But the original owner had a stubborn, unyielding personality. Perhaps she refused to admit her own weakness, and instead tortured him all the more.

She replied stiffly, “…Going outside.”

The youth’s thick eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding eyes that were burning black, and his tone was polite and refined, “Apologies.”

Chang Wan took a step to leave, “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Don’t go.”

He spoke again, his voice slightly soft.

Chang Wan didn’t reply, but her steps came to a sudden halt.

She always felt that at this moment, the aura around the youth was somewhat dangerous.

He was watching her again.

Even with her back turned, Chang Wan could feel his gaze like needles on her back.

…She wanted to leave, and he couldn’t do anything to her anyway.

She thought to herself.

“You hate it when I look at you, right?” The youth’s tone was gentle, carrying a faint hint of probing, “I made a mistake; you should come over and punish me.”

“Leaving like this without a word, it’s not like you at all.”

Hearing him say this, Chang Wan’s heart jolted. She had become complacent; her persona seemed… to have collapsed?

But the system didn’t warn her—

She squeezed the jade slip in her hand and, without waiting for a system prompt, simply said, “Punish you? I’m afraid of dirtying my hands.”

Yes, Chang Wan, you are the original owner now; don’t show mercy.

She didn’t turn around, so he couldn’t see her eyes.

“Like this.”

An inexplicable tone, carrying an indescribable flavor.

Chang Wan turned to leave, but suddenly caught a faint scent of blood.

She shivered and turned around sharply.

She was instantly met with a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Chang Wan’s instinct was to retreat, but her shoulder suddenly sank under immense pressure, and she was violently pinned against the wall!!

The bamboo leaves on her sleeves silently turned into fragments and drifted down.

Her spine hit the hard wall, hurting slightly, but it couldn’t compare to the shock in Chang Wan’s heart, “You—”

You can get out of bed already?!

Only now did Chang Wan notice that the youth was a full head taller than her.

Even though she was supposed to be Schwarzenegger, she was pinned against the wall by him like a little chick.

The shock made Chang Wan forget that she could use magic; she couldn’t care about anything else, her lips moved, “…” Your wounds have torn open…

However, meeting his eyes, she couldn’t say a word.

In those pitch-black eyes, it seemed as if there was everything, yet it also felt like a void.

He still had a slight smile at the corners of his lips. Chang Wan’s empty left hand was suddenly gripped and slammed forcefully onto his split-open wound.

In an instant, warm blood soaked through the bandages.

Her hand touched the bandages, stained with his blood, and through the warm, bloody cloth, she felt as if she were touching his burning heart directly.

“When detoxifying.”

“When changing the medicine.”

He lowered his head, watching the girl’s panicked and disheveled eyes. For a moment, the wild ambition in his heart expanded like a gluttonous beast, forever insatiable.

He leaned in close to her ear, his voice low, soft, and magnetic.

“Why weren’t you afraid of dirtying your hands then?”

…

He was breathing right by her ear.

As if he would kiss her the next second.

…Never.

Since she was a child, never—never had a man come so close to her in this manner!!

Chang Wan’s mind went blank. Then, regaining her senses, she violently pulled her hand away. The jade slip clattered to the ground, her face flushed red, and she completely forgot her persona, “Let go!!”

She broke free from his restraint, only to be met with his eyes again.

Pitch-black, like the lightless depths of an abyss.

The fear in her heart bloomed like the blood on the youth’s bandages. She didn’t even dare to pick up the jade slip; she turned and ran.

She was very afraid.

What she feared wasn’t that he was so close to her, nor that he had already recovered but was still pretending to be a patient. What she feared was…

His eyes.

They seemed empty, as if there was nothing there.

Yet they also seemed like an inescapable net cast right over her.

As if in his soul.

The raging storm was her, the calm sea was her, death was her, and life was also her.

His madness was beyond cure.

And her fear left her with no way to retreat.

~

The person fled in a panic.

The youth stood where he was, the blood from his wound spreading slowly, yet he seemed not to feel the pain at all—he smiled slightly.

He looked at his own hand.

It faintly retained the lingering warmth of the young girl.

Lingering and tender.

Chu Changqing lowered his head, gently kissing his own fingers, savoring her aura bit by bit.

After a long while, he finally picked up the jade slip from the ground.

The blue-green jade slip, delicate and clean.

The youth narrowed his eyes.

~

After Chang Wan escaped the secret passage, as if afraid of him chasing her, she closed the secret door and then slammed the wardrobe door shut tightly.

—What kind of look was that!!

It was too terrifying!

And she had even thought about making him Three-Dice Steamed Buns!

Chang Wan clutched her chest, feeling her heart pounding. Beyond the lingering fear, an indescribable feeling emerged.

“So annoying…”

Chang Wan couldn’t keep up the act anymore. She irritably grabbed her tied-up hair and reached into her pocket, only to be shocked.

“Where is my jade slip?”

Chang Wan quickly remembered that she had been holding the jade slip in her hand when she prepared to leave the secret room, but it was gone by the time she came out. It must have fallen in the secret passage, or just now…

Chang Wan didn’t want to think about what happened just now.

She didn’t want to open the secret door; at least, not now.

The male lead could actually get out of bed? Had his injuries healed so quickly?

Chang Wan, who considered herself Schwarzenegger, was terrified from the bottom of her heart, but she soon started worrying—wouldn’t her jade slip be picked up by the male lead??

To teach those disciples well, she had recorded many childish and messy things in it…

The degree of childishness was perhaps similar to writing down phonetic readings next to English words when learning English in elementary school… and there were other things because she didn’t really understand some terminology, so she had written down her own thoughts…

Now, that jade slip was basically no different from a diary for her.

At the thought of this, Chang Wan’s face turned bright red—He-he-he-he wouldn’t pick it up, would he?

Even if he picked it up, he wouldn’t read it, right?