Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

"Son."

Liao Bin called out to Xie Shu in a low voice from nearby.

This snapped Xie Shu out of his hesitation. He followed Liao Bin outside, his eyes still fixed on—

Every movement behind the translucent screen.

"Young master, about the matter you asked me to investigate..." Liao Bin whispered back, referring to the matter the young master had previously ordered him to investigate.

Like Xie Shu, he also fixed his gaze on the person who was currently performing medical treatment on the Second Young Master, but his eyes were filled with only cold killing intent.

Behind the screen, Lu Ming was using silver needles to seal several acupoints on Xie Lin's body. He gestured for Huo Sanghua to see and remember each needle insertion.

Even though Xie Lin was covered in blood and the bedroom reeked of blood, Huo Sanghua still suppressed her fear of the wounds and tried her best to remember them carefully.

Perhaps sensing someone watching him from behind, Lu Ming didn't turn around to check, but instead joked with Huo Sanghua—

"Are you so nervous because you're worried that I'll harm your husband by giving him acupuncture?"

Faced with his mockery, Hawthorne only glared at him... ...but she was worried.

She wasn't stupid; she could naturally sense the underlying hostility Lu Ming harbored towards the Xie brothers. She wasn't sure if what Lu Ming had told her before was true or false, but she could feel that Lu Ming treated her differently...

There was a kind of intimacy that made her very uneasy.

Could Lu Ming really be her brother?

Unfortunately, she remembers nothing and knows nothing.

Outside the screen, Xie Shu scrutinized the blurry figure and whispered to Liao Bin, "Go and check again to see if anyone has seen Lu Ming and Sang Hua... meeting in private."

At first, when Lu Ming appeared in front of him, he was indeed amazed by Lu Ming's talent.

But after Ah Lin was injured, Lu Ming treated her, and Ah Lin's life was saved...

Lu Ming's relationship with the Marquis of Anding's mansion seemed to have become unusually close, and after a few brief meetings, he seemed to have developed some kind of connection with Huo Sanghua.

This made him think a lot—

Was Lu Ming's appearance a matter of fate, or was it meticulously arranged by someone?

If it was meticulously planned, what was his purpose? Was his painstaking approach to the Marquis of Anding's residence merely to curry favor with their power? Or... was he after someone else?

Seeing Lu Ming's attitude towards Sang Hua just now only deepened Xie Shu's suspicions.

Perhaps Lu Ming came for Hawthorne from the very beginning.

Inside the screen, Lu Ming suddenly stopped and handed the needle in his hand directly to Huo Sanghua, who was almost holding her breath.

He said, "Want to give it a try?"

Hawthorne was stunned. "No."

This was the first time she had witnessed someone treating an injured person at such close range, and she was already extremely nervous, barely daring to breathe. She thought to herself, "Has Lu Ming gone mad? He's completely disregarding Xie Lin's life."

"It's alright, the bleeding has stopped." Lu Ming was quite generous. "Although the wound was badly torn, it only affected the surface, so it's not a big problem. If you stitch it up, I believe this disobedient patient of the Second Young Master will be more careful in the future."

He looked at the person lying there, and how could he not know how Xie Lin had gotten his injuries?

"I can't do it," Huo Sanghua said again. She had little confidence. She had just watched how Lu Ming used silver needles to seal Xie Lin's acupoints, and she really couldn't bring herself to suture Xie Lin's wounds.

"Lu Ming, stop this nonsense." Xie Shu's figure was reflected on the screen. He spoke up to stop Lu Ming, lest Lu Ming make things difficult for Sang Hua. "Sang Hua just saw you treating A Lin. How can you expect her to do it now? Please quickly treat my second brother's wounds so that A Lin will not suffer any more pain."

"Sang-Hua-" Lu Ming savored the name Xie Shu uttered, his gaze drifting to Huo Sanghua beside him. "Young Master addresses Second Madam so familiarly, as if you are already acquainted?"

His words clearly carried a provocative tone.

Hawthorne took a breath, immediately tensed up, and unconsciously raised her voice slightly, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Otherwise what?" Lu Ming wasn't going to stop there. "From both a moral and practical standpoint, the Second Madam is the eldest young master's sister-in-law, and should be mindful of her boundaries. But the eldest young master addresses the Second Madam as if... ...as his younger sister. Or perhaps..."

The atmosphere in the room became even more tense.

"Between my brother and me..." Xie Lin struggled to speak from his sickbed.

“Sang Hua’s biological parents were acquaintances of my brother and me,” Xie Shu interrupted Xie Lin, explaining calmly. “Sang Hua is young, more like a younger sister in the family. Is there something wrong with that?”

It's a perfectly normal explanation.

It makes sense both emotionally and logically.

But the moment Xie Shu opened his mouth, his question about Sang Hua's biological parents... drew ridicule from Lu Ming.

He looked at Hawthorne, as if he had something to say, but hesitated, leaving only a look of deep sorrow...

Hawthorne was also stunned...

She felt like she'd seen those eyes somewhere before.

Where...where was it? She was now absolutely certain that she had seen Lu Ming somewhere before...she had a very strong impression of Lu Ming's eyes...

But why, why can't I remember...?

Suddenly, a brief image flashed through my mind—

It seemed as if in a palace, a noble lady in luxurious clothes was sitting there, her belly swollen, as if she was about to give birth.

There was a boy...

No, not a boy...

They were running, playing, and chasing each other not far away...

Suddenly, he ran up to the Empress, stopped, and looked at her belly, asking whether it would be a princess or a prince...

In the moment of distraction, Hawthorne felt more and more that the boy who asked that question was exactly the same person as Lu Ming in front of her.

—What if it were a princess?

The beautiful and dignified empress asked.

“If she were a princess, Ah Sheng would be her brother. He would protect her and guard her for the rest of his life, and would never let anyone bully her. The princess sister would also be the best sister in the world, as beautiful and intelligent as the Queen Mother. Ah Sheng would be the best brother and protect her forever.”

It's that boy...

It's... ...brother... ...

Ah Sheng... Ah Zheng... So, so it's the older brother Ah Sheng, he is...

Could the child in the Queen Mother's womb be her?

Tears welled up in Hawthorne's eyes.

But how could she remember? How could she remember this scene...?

Seeing Huo Sanghua's flustered and confused expression, Lu Ming smiled.

He knew that A-Zheng remembered him.

"Sang Hua—" Xie Lin sensed that something was wrong, but Huo Sang Hua remained silent for a long time.

Lu Ming turned around, blocking her from her dazed state. She took the opportunity to subtly wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her mind in turmoil.