Senior brother is so awesome!

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The familiar scent caught Qin Yuechan's nose, and she frowned and turned her head. She saw Zhong Zhichen staring blankly at her. She wanted to ignore him, but when she noticed the stubble on his chin, her heart ached and she couldn't look away. He looked much more haggard, his hawk-like eyes were bloodshot, and even his once-black and shiny hair had become dull and lifeless.

He gazed steadily into her pure eyes, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "You weren't hungry after seven days and seven nights?" His voice was slightly hoarse, yet incredibly magnetic.

Looking at his emaciated appearance, she felt so wronged that she didn't know how to vent her grievances to him. Under his earnest gaze, and with her stomach growling with hunger, she propped herself up and sat up.

Seeing the aloofness on her pale face, Zhong Zhichen felt even more resentful of his actions. Although he hadn't intended to hurt her, the sound waves he unleashed in rage carried a strong internal force, ultimately injuring her delicate body. Afterwards, he finally regained his senses and understood her feelings, but it was too late for regrets. She lay motionless on the bed for seven days and seven nights in a coma, barely breathing and showing almost no signs of life. If it weren't for his master's rescue, he probably wouldn't be seeing her now.

Holding the bowl of porridge, he carefully scooped out a spoonful, tasted the temperature himself, and then placed it under her lips, saying, "Open your mouth."

Qin Yuechan's heart fluttered at his tone. The usually decisive, ruthless, and domineering man was now like a father coaxing a sick child to take medicine. His chiseled face was no longer cold and ruthless, but instead filled with tenderness and apology.

She slightly opened her mouth, took a small sip of rice porridge, and found it tasteless and unpleasant to eat, so she lowered her head and shook her head, "I don't want to eat rice porridge."

Zhong Zhichen placed the bowl on a small table to the side, stepped forward, took her cold little hand, and said gently, "What would you like to eat, Chan'er?"

She raised her head, her two big, bright eyes looking at him pitifully, and her pale lips weakly uttered, "I want to eat meat."

Meat? He paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "Then wait a little while, Senior Brother will bring it to you in a bit." He gazed deeply at her small face, then strode out of the dormitory.

Qin Yuechan frowned slightly after he left. How come he seemed like a completely different person after his illness? Where was the regent? He was clearly a henpecked husband! Although his words about a harlot before he fell unconscious had pierced her heart like a thorn, she could see his regret after he woke up. How could she bear to condemn him? But even so, how could she not make him suffer a little for daring to say such harsh words?

A few moments later, several servants filed in carrying trays laden with large amounts of fish and meat. She widened her eyes, scanned the glistening braised pork knuckle and pork belly, swallowed hard, and tried to put on a stern face, turning away. "I'm not eating!"

Seeing her sparkling eyes, Zhong Zhichen felt a surge of joy, but the next second she choked him up. He waved for the servants to leave, then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms, patiently and softly asking, "What does Cicada want to eat? I'll find it for you even if it's at the ends of the earth!"

Upon hearing this, she slowly turned her gaze and asked uncertainly, "Anything is fine, right?"

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, melted instantly when he met those watery eyes. He lowered his head and pecked her cool lips, saying affectionately, "Chan'er's words are my decree. I will do my utmost to serve you until my dying breath!"

She laughed inwardly, but showed no sign on her face. She sighed softly, and said with infinite melancholy, "I don't need you to die for me, I just want..."

"What do you only think about?"

Raising a mocking look in her eyes, she said, "I only want to eat your cooking! The dishes they just served must be cooked by me personally; I can't let anyone else do it!"

She was so excited that she started coughing again. Her pale face flushed red, making her look exceptionally charming and delicate, so fragile that it made people want to pity her.

Although the request was somewhat outrageous, Zhong Zhichen gritted his teeth and agreed after a brief moment of stunned silence. He thought to himself, "It's just cooking a meal. I can govern a vast country, how could I be stumped by a few simple dishes?" So, after she recovered and he helped her lie down again, he quickly went to the kitchen.

After he left, my stomach was still rumbling in protest, so I had no choice but to pick up the bland porridge from that night, eat it hastily, and then feel drowsy again...

In the kitchen, a towering man, as if descended from the heavens, wore a python robe embroidered with golden dragons. His black hair was tied up with a jade crown, and his exquisitely handsome face was covered with icy coldness. However, incongruously, he was wearing a white apron, and in front of him were not memorials or official documents, but the kitchen counter and cutting board.

The kitchen manager's maidservant stepped forward timidly, bowing and scraping, and said, "How about Your Highness watches from the side while we do it..." Before she could finish speaking, she abruptly stopped when she received the ice arrow he threw at her, and retreated, suppressing the sudden fear that rose throughout her body.

Zhong Zhichen stared at the ingredients before him, his brows furrowing in a frown. He had been composing poetry at three and practicing martial arts at five, possessing exceptional talent and quick comprehension in every skill! Yet here, a strange sense of helplessness washed over him. Just moments before, he had been confident and composed, but now he felt utterly defeated. However, the thought of her hopeful gaze ignited a fire within him. His Chan'er had suffered such severe injuries, yet she hadn't blamed him upon waking. With such a gentle and understanding wife, what difficulty was there in cooking a meal for her?

Thus, this regent, who was seen as cruel and ruthless by outsiders, began to wash his hands and cook under the guidance of his servants...

When he finally finished preparing a table full of sumptuous but somewhat appalling dishes, he excitedly carried them into Tingchan Garden, ignoring the grease and smoke covering his body and face. However, he found that the culprit, a woman, was already fast asleep. He smiled bitterly at her sweet sleeping face, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and helplessly turned around to have someone prepare a bath.

She slept soundly without a dream. When she woke up again, she felt a domineering long arm around her waist and a hard chest against her back. Her face, which was recovering from a serious illness, turned red. She gently removed his hand and tiptoed to the window, only to find that it was already night and stars outside.

After lying in bed for a long time, I felt my bones were stiff. I wanted to exercise but was worried that my body wouldn't be able to handle it, so I carefully did some chest expansion exercises, swung my arms and lifted my legs. I smelled the fragrance of grass and trees coming from the flowerbed outside the window and felt incredibly refreshed.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp edge on her back, and her hair stood on end. Before she could turn around, he pulled her into his arms. Just as she was about to speak, she heard him roar furiously, "Don't you know you've just recovered from a serious illness?! Do you want to die?!"

Startled, she trembled all over, and the resentment she felt welling up inside her resurfaced. She turned around and pounded her little fists hard on his chest, her eyes brimming with tears as she accused him, "Who did I get sick because of! Why are you talking so loudly! Waaah..."

Zhong Zhichen realized that he had spoken too harshly in his haste, and looking into her aggrieved eyes, he felt even more guilty. However, she had been injured that day, and her internal organs had been damaged. Her master had repeatedly instructed her to rest in bed. When he saw her dancing wildly by the window in the middle of the night, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He couldn't care less about the tone of his voice.

He gently patted her back, letting her wave her little fists. Although it didn't hurt at all, he couldn't bear to see her cry so pitifully. He took her hand in his large hand and pulled her into his arms, awkwardly coaxing, "Senior brother was wrong, it's all my fault, I deserve to be torn to pieces, don't cry." He tried to comfort her helplessly, and suddenly realized that the wise and mighty Regent King was helpless and unable to do anything right when he encountered this little woman. A sense of frustration welled up inside him.

After a long while, Qin Yuechan finally stopped sobbing and buried her face in his wet chest. The grievance she felt a few days ago when she kindly celebrated his birthday but was reprimanded finally eased.

"Girl, your crying is breaking my heart." He rested his chin on the top of her soft, long hair and stroked it. Is this what it means to have long hair that binds one's heart?

She smelled his pleasant scent, pouted, and said in a huff, "I'm sorry for making you feel bad!"

Zhong Zhichen chuckled and hugged her tighter. "Then let me cherish you for the rest of my life." His magnetic voice was full of helplessness, doting, and a fleeting sense of insecurity. Perhaps a woman as beautiful as her truly couldn't belong to just one person. She was like a magnet, attracting the attention of outstanding men around her, all wanting to possess her. However, the soft skin he touched told him that she was truly in his arms, his one and only Chan'er. Sharing her in the past was out of necessity, but if they dared to touch her again, he would show no mercy, even if it meant bloodshed!

In the quiet dormitory room, the candle burned flickeringly, a pool of bright red candle wax dripping from the candlestick...

The two people embracing in bed were wide awake, yet remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts, unsure how to begin.

"Elder brother..."

Call me Chen.

"Forehead?"

"Ok?"

"Okay... Chen."

She nestled against his chest, her long hair cascading casually over them. Zhong Zhichen gently stroked her, the silky texture irresistible to the touch. His narrow eyes held a pool of tenderness. "What is it?"

Instinctively, he didn't want her to mention other men. After hesitating for a moment, she finally asked cautiously, "When are Second Senior Brother and the others arriving?"

Sure enough, the hand stroking her hair paused, and a chill emanated from his body. "You really want to see them?" His voice was as cold and hard as if it came from hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

She sat up, her long hair falling over one shoulder, making her small face look fair and delicate, but her expression was somewhat gloomy. "Didn't you promise to write to them? Haven't you written yet?"

Meeting those accusing eyes, his cold face looked eerie in the dim light. "You should know that I don't want you to see them."

"Liar! You'll turn into a puppy if you don't keep your word!"

Even when she's glaring angrily, she's still so beautiful. It's just a pity that she's not talking about other men.

The domineering man, as was his habit, refused to explain. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. He pulled down the gauze curtain to block out the candlelight. "Sleep," he commanded, leaving no room for argument.

In the darkness, Qin Yuechan silently questioned the heavens! It was so frustrating to keep all that anger inside. They say when a woman is angry, the best way for a man to retaliate isn't by arguing, but by remaining silent. He doesn't get angry himself, but the woman is suffocated by his silence… How insidious!

Before I could say anything more, I heard the even snoring in my ears. My clenched fists fell limply to my sides. I twisted my body to find the most comfortable position and fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing her breathing, the man behind her suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an extremely sinister look...

The next few days passed peacefully. Master and Sister Yun stayed at the mansion. Master was responsible for taking her pulse every day, while Sister Yun prepared delicious food for her in various ways and wrote on paper that she was too thin and needed to nourish herself.

This motherly care pleased Qin Yuechan greatly. Every morning after waking up, she would cling to Aunt Yun. Even without speaking, just quietly leaning against her made her feel comfortable and at ease. But strangely, she hadn't seen Zhong Zhichen since that night. When she asked the people in the manor, they all claimed not to know. After all, the whereabouts of their master were not something servants could concern themselves with. Her master's cryptic manner only fueled her curiosity, and a sense of foreboding began to rise in her heart.

A few days later, her master said that the martial arts tournament was coming soon and, according to the old rules, it would still be held at Sanqing Mountain. So she had to take her leave. But after three years, she had finally seen her master and Sister Yun. How could she leave like this? The warm atmosphere made her feel a hundred times unwilling to part with them.

After weighing the options, since she couldn't see her second senior brother and the others here anyway, and Zhong Zhichen was always busy with this and that and she was bored, she decided to go back with her master. Her excuse was that since none of the closed-door disciples were around, she needed to go back to take charge of the overall situation for the Three Pure Ones!

Thinking of the beautiful scenery and rare herbs on the mountain, I can't help but want to fly there.

In the days leading up to their departure, instead of the busy Regent Prince, they were greeted by an uninvited guest, Rouyu.

Since that incident, she had not heard any news about Rouyu. She did not ask, believing that the old fox Zhong Zhichen must have found out who did it long ago. So she assumed that she had disappeared from the Prince's Mansion. Therefore, she was somewhat surprised to see her today. Was it because he had not found out, or was there some reason that he could not touch her?

Rouyu wore a light red silk dress, which made her skin look as radiant as the morning sun. Her unique feminine charm made her look elegant and graceful. She walked gracefully into Tingchan Garden. When she saw Qin Yuechan, she did not bow. Instead, she adjusted the hairpin in her hair and said with a smile, "Your Highness, have you been sleeping well these past few days? Rouyu has been quite busy lately, so I have not been able to come and pay my respects. Please do not take offense."

She spoke with such grace and elegance, yet never mentioned her birthday, as if it had never happened. If a stranger were present, they would surely think she was a very proper concubine.

Seeing Rouyu reminded Qin Yuechan of Feng Yunshuang, the former empress who was later banished to the cold palace. If she had half of Rouyu's composure, she wouldn't have been rejected by Liu Tingpei so early.

She put down the half-embroidered peony, crossed her legs, and got straight to the point: "Let's talk. We all know each other, so why pretend to be so intimate?"

Seeing that she was being rude, Rouyu stopped pretending to be virtuous. Her pretty face gradually darkened, finally settling into a chilling sneer as she said in a sinister tone, "How come you're still alive!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuechan smiled, her smile as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming in an instant. "You're old, so you'll be the first to die."

Seeing this, Rouyu clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand. "If it weren't for you, how could the Prince have abandoned me! It's all your fault, you vixen!" She excitedly pointed her fair finger, accusing the woman who had "ruined" her plans. If she hadn't appeared, the Prince would surely have made her his princess soon enough, and when the time was right, she would have ascended the throne and become the Empress! She had endured, she had planned every step carefully, and finally gained the Prince's trust. But just when she was on top of the world, this woman appeared, and she was brutally thrown to the ground! Everyone was laughing at her; even at the banquet that day, a concubine who had been promoted to the rank of principal wife dared to look down on her!

Everything was caused by the woman in front of me, the culprit!

Qin Yuechan, who was being scolded, smiled faintly, as if listening to a joke that had nothing to do with her. Her phoenix eyes looked Rouyu up and down, and she sighed with great regret, "What a pity. With your figure and appearance, you would be more than qualified to be the principal wife in an ordinary family, but in this royal mansion... don't be delusional." The last sentence was spoken with a very arrogant laugh, and she had the right to be arrogant.

Rouyu laughed in anger, her pounding of her chest revealing her extreme rage. Her delicate eyes now turned venomous. "You won't be arrogant for long. Soon, you will enter the palace and be with my esteemed Empress."

Qin Yuechan frowned, not understanding her meaning. Just as she was about to ask, her head became dizzy, and Rouyu's figure gradually blurred before her eyes. "What did you do!" She shook her head vigorously, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Several questions flashed through her mind, but at this moment, her mind was so confused that she couldn't remember anything.

Rouyu sneered triumphantly, "**Fragrant."

She remembered seeing similar scenes in TV dramas, where being intoxicated by the incense would put her into a deep sleep as if she had taken sleeping pills. But where was Rouyu going to take her? Without time to think, she took advantage of her last moments of lucidity, pulled a hairpin from her hair, and stabbed it hard into her arm!

The intense pain jolted his confused mind awake. Looking into Rouyu's astonished eyes, he gritted his teeth, stood up, and stumbled out!

Rouyu didn't expect her to be so ruthless, so she quickly stepped forward to stop her. But she had practiced martial arts, and people can unleash their greatest potential when they are in dire straits. In her haste, she bumped into Rouyu and was thrown to the ground. She stood up with her legs trembling.

She didn't want to die, didn't want to be separated from them, didn't want to be separated from her master and Sister Yun!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rouyu get up and chase after her, so she shouted with all her might, "Help—there's an assassin—!"

After a call, the effects of the incense returned. The pain in my arm gradually subsided, and my feet felt like they were walking on cotton, making it difficult to keep my footing. Finally, my heavy eyelids drooped, and I could no longer support myself.

Her last instinct was the pain of falling to the ground. In her dazed state, she saw a pair of men's boots in front of her, and they looked so familiar...