Luo Yunchang’s eyelids trembled as she opened her drowsy eyes. She looked around the kitchen and smiled dejectedly.
Last night, she was so tired after cooking that she fell asleep in the kitchen itself.
Even if anyone caught wind of this, no one would believe it. A Qi Condensation cultivator tiring herself out from cooking? But the truth was she was too fatigued that she would rather pick cultivation instead of cooking.
Just as she was getting up, she froze. Someone had put a plain cover on her and her back wasn’t leaning on the hard stove but on something soft instead.
Pursing her lips, she turned her head only to see a sleeping Zhuo Fan leaning on her. And what kept her back soft was his arm.
Luo Yunchang was about to yelp but she covered her mouth. It never crossed her mind that Zhuo Fan would spend the night with her here.
Blushing, Luo Yunchang observed his face and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. Young miss’ red lips were inching ever closer to his face.
“Steward Zhuo, Young miss…”
A sudden rough shout came from Captain Pang. Zhuo Fan’s eyelids trembled and were about to open.
Luo Yunchang immediately laid her head back on his shoulder and faked sleeping without budging. Just that her red face betrayed her as if she’d done something she shouldn’t.
Zhuo Fan opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and frowned when he saw Captain Pang coming in, “Old Pang, what’s the rush?”
“Uh, Brother Zhuo, Young miss…” Captain Pang pointed at Luo Yunchang with shock.
Zhuo Fan turned to see Luo Yunchang’s red and shivering face. He touched her forehead, “It’s burning up. Did she catch a cold?”
Shaking his head, Zhuo Fan blamed himself.
Last night, he wanted to take Luo Yunchang back to her room, but afraid of waking her up, he chose to watch over her in the kitchen. He didn’t think sleep would cast its spell on him too.
“Old Pang, say what you came to say. Meanwhile, I’ll take this missy back to her room.”
Zhuo Fan carried Luo Yunchang, but Old Pang was panicking, “You can’t, brother Zhuo. Someone wants to invite Young miss for a chat. Someone we can’t offend.”
“What can’t offend? She won’t be going even if the Veiled Dragon Pavilion asked.” Zhuo Fan snapped, “Can’t you see she has lost consciousness? She must be sick. Wait for a bit and I’ll go see the guest.”
“Sigh, brother Zhuo, Steward Zhuo, Young miss must go meet him in person. He bears the Imperial Golden Seal.” Captain Pang shouted.
Zhuo Fan stopped.
Only the Imperial family’s guards had this seal. Even the seven houses’ leaders would have to respond at once or they’d have committed a grave crime. The lightest punishment was death, while the harshest was dragging one’s whole clan with him.
Of course, with the Seven Noble Houses’ power, the Imperial family would refrain from resorting to such methods. But that didn’t app
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