They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 110 Just open your mouth and come

Although he had already revealed his intentions, he would still blush at such intimate gestures, whether it was once or ten times.

"How can you say such things so casually!" Just as he was about to stand up and leave, Wu Ziyan grabbed his hand.

She pulled him close, wrapped her arms around Han Yuxiu's waist, and buried her head in his waist: "You've worked hard, my Yuxiu."

"I... I'm not tired." He was actually quite happy, biting his lip sweetly.

Yue'er shook her head outside, clicked her tongue, and sighed. Looking at her good-for-nothing young master in the distance, who couldn't even be charming, and was so domineering, what woman would like him?

He mouthed to Fang Yuerong, "Miss, call Young Master Han your darling!"

"Come back!" Fang Yuerong frowned, feeling both annoyed and amused by Yue'er's words.

Yue'er reluctantly left Wu Ziyan's room. Fang Yuerong's attitude towards Wu Ziyan was one of constant testing, with only a few genuine feelings shown when she was in the mood.

But now, seeing her being nice to other men, he also feels unhappy.

Wu Ziyan also knew that Yue'er always liked to eavesdrop on the door. As the saying goes, the emperor is not worried but the eunuch is. His young master is not worried, but he is anxious.

They hugged for a while, and Wu Ziyan felt very comfortable because the medicinal fragrance on Han Yuxiu's body always made her feel relaxed.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were wide open, staring at her. Even though she had been holding him for so long, he hadn't relaxed his gaze; instead, he kept staring at the top of her head.

This embarrassed Wu Ziyan, who asked, "Am I bald?"

Han Yuxiu wondered what kind of nonsense question she was asking: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because I was wondering if you were looking at my head the whole time when I was hugging your waist with my eyes closed."

……

He didn't expect that her words would break the harmonious atmosphere. Sometimes the things she said and the questions she asked were really quirky.

"Don't worry, your hair is smooth as silk and black as jade, and there is no sign of baldness yet."

"Thank you, doctor. By the way, could you also take a look at whether you can cure my dark circles from staying up late?"

Han Yuxiu didn't joke with her, but upon closer inspection of her face, he realized she looked haggard and needed some tonics to help her recover.

He solemnly went to fetch the pen and ink, and wrote down a list: "I may not be free tomorrow, but I can have a servant go and get it."

Wu Ziyan covered her mouth and laughed. She just wanted to tease him, but she didn't expect him to be so serious when he prescribed medicine for her.

He took the form without looking at it carefully: "Thanks, then get some rest."

In the capital of the Wu Dynasty

Wu Chengye's previous attempt to test Huang Ziliang failed. The thugs and hooligans spent the whole day there but didn't see Huang Ziliang leave. They didn't go back until late at night.

Wu Chengye found it really strange that someone could stay in their room all day without going out. After receiving the news, she sent her secret guards to check the situation.

The guards returned to report that Huang Ziliang was bedridden and unable to move, and that his cough had become very severe; through the window, they could only hear very heavy coughing.

Wu Chengye felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that he hadn't taken any of those medications? Or were they simply ineffective?

Thinking it over to herself, she decided to go to their house the next morning to see if it was a real illness or a fake one.

The next morning, Wu Chengye went to Shiyuan Lane after court. She knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. Just as she was about to break down the door...

The door suddenly opened a crack, revealing half a pale face with bloodless lips, accompanied by occasional coughs.

When Huang Ziliang saw Wu Chengye arrive, his eyes were filled with shock and a touch of shame. He tried to close the door, but Wu Chengye blocked his way with one hand: "What about the medicine you got a few days ago? Didn't you take it?"

"Why has the heroine come to my residence? I was too weak to brew the medicine when I returned, but it's alright, I'm used to it."

He was still slamming the door shut, his eyes darting around. Wu Chengye pushed the door open forcefully. The room was filled with the smell of herbs, which wasn't too bad. Looking around, the place could almost be described as bare.

Looking up again, Huang Ziliang saw that the windows inside were all broken. He looked ashamed and said, "Please forgive my rudeness, lady. You should go back quickly. Don't let my humble little place offend your eyes."

“How can anyone live in this place? You didn’t go out for several days. If no one came to check on you, you could have died of illness and no one would have known.”

"Like duckweed adrift, life and death are left to fate." (cough cough)

Haven't you thought about moving somewhere else?

"I apologize for my lack of funds, my lady."

Huang Ziliang seemed unable to stand any longer, so he sat on a stool, propping his head up with his arm, looking dazed, as if he had deliberately exposed a section of the crimson on his jade-like arm.

Just then, Wu Chengye caught a glimpse of her. She swallowed hard, feeling a strange emotion welling up inside her. Unable to control herself, she grabbed Huang Ziliang's wrist.

Huang Ziliang looked shocked and pulled his wrist back: "What are you doing, heroine! I thought you were different from those worldly people. Go away!"

Wu Chengye saw hatred in his eyes and couldn't believe it. Her heart suddenly felt like it was being stabbed by needles, as if she had fallen into an icy cave. Why did his eyes look so much like Sima Lingchuan's?

Wu Chengye knew that grabbing his wrist earlier was inappropriate. He stood up without looking at his face and slowly walked towards the door, muttering softly, "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous. Take good care of yourself and get well soon. After all, you saved me. If you need anything, just ask someone to pass on a message to Honglai Inn. With this, they will know who to contact."

She put down a pendant and went out. Huang Ziliang watched her back as she walked away, his eyes regaining their calm and shrewd expression. He walked over and picked up the pendant, which seemed to be her personal item. He decided to have Mo Baiyun make ten or eight replicas of it.

Around his house, there were secret guards sent by Wu Chengye to protect his safety and monitor his every move.

However, if you think that this will keep him under control, you are underestimating him. The reason he lives in a mixed place like Shiyuan Lane is to avoid these spies.

Before Wu Chengye could leave, Huang Ziliang went out through the other door and entered an inn. He sat by the window, wearing a curtain, and didn't see anyone. Just as he entered the inn, another person dressed exactly like him brushed past him.

Even the guards were momentarily stunned, thinking that the person sitting by the window was Huang Ziliang himself.