Confiscating property? A stunningly beautiful substitute bride empties the national treasury and is

Around midnight, after settling everyone down to sleep, Song Qingqian left the room and happened to see Lu Jingchuan waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

She thought Lu Jingchuan was just joking with her, but she didn't expect him to actually do it. Song Qingqian stepped down and asked in confusion:

"You were really waiting for me?"

Lu Jingchuan smiled gently and nodded: "There are some things I want to tell you. But walls have ears, let's go to the room!"

As Lu Jingchuan spoke, he pushed open a door to the side, and Song Qingqian followed him in with some skepticism.

The room was extremely dark, with only a kerosene lamp flickering faintly. It was very simple, with only a bed and a table and chair, nothing else.

If Song Qingqian remembered correctly, this should be the room that Bei Chu and Bei Mu booked, but where are they?

"You don't need to worry about Manager Tong's affairs, I will handle it."

After Lu Jingchuan finished speaking, he poured her a cup of tea and gestured for her to sit down.

Song Qingqian took the tea, took a sip, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So you were acting earlier, right?"

Lu Jingchuan met her gaze, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

"You guessed that?"

Song Qingqian nodded and said leisurely, "I just felt you were acting a bit strange. Has the problem been resolved?"

"No, it's rather tricky!"

Song Qingqian looked at him with a smile: "A matter that can make the God of War General feel troubled must be extraordinary, so what do you want me to do?"

"You don't need to do anything, just stay where you are."

"it is good!"

Song Qingqian didn't ask any further questions, after all, these kinds of things are best left unsaid, and everyone can understand the implication.

Seeing her silence, Lu Jingchuan hesitated for a moment before asking, "Qingqian, what you said to Manager Tong today, you weren't serious, were you?"

"Qingqian, you are priceless and cannot be bought or sold."

Song Qingqian was extremely surprised. Lu Jingchuan had actually taken her casual remark seriously. Her asking for money was just a ploy to trick that old man...

Her heart skipped a beat. Song Qingqian looked up at Lu Jingchuan. His gaze was gentle and tender as he stared at her intently, his eyes filled with a tenderness that Song Qingqian couldn't understand.

"Qingqian, never underestimate yourself. You are so good and deserve to be cherished."

Lu Jingchuan's face was half-hidden in shadow, his profile sharp and distinct, with long, black eyelashes drooping down, a straight nose and thin lips, making him unbelievably handsome.

Song Qingqian was unknowingly captivated, so Lu Jingchuan changed his strategy? Why was he being so affectionate? Was he trying to seduce her? Or did he have some other purpose?

"Shallow..."

"Lu Jingchuan, I have other plans regarding Manager Tong's matter, so please don't interfere for now."

Song Qingqian's eyes darkened slightly, breaking the ambiguity, and she reminded him.

"You believed him?"

"no!"

Song Qingqian retorted, calmly advising, "Lu Jingchuan, you know our relationship; don't let your feelings get too involved..."

"I know!"

Lu Jingchuan interrupted Song Qingqian before she could finish speaking, for some reason he didn't want to hear such rejection at all.

As if possessed, Lu Jingchuan clutched his chest and began to convulse, his face pale as if he were going through a painful ordeal.

"Lu Jingchuan, does your chest hurt? Come and lie down on the bed, let me check you out."

Song Qingqian hurriedly helped Lu Jingchuan to the bed and carefully examined him. His pulse was normal and all his bodily functions were normal. There was no problem.

But Lu Jingchuan's pain didn't seem faked. Could it be some hidden ailment beyond her abilities? Song Qingqian quickly analyzed:

"It might be sudden, you need to rest well. Lu Jingchuan, don't worry, first adjust your breathing rate and relax your whole body, this will help relieve the symptoms."

After taking care of him without changing her clothes for half an hour, Song Qingqian fell asleep.

Lu Jingchuan suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness. He got up, went straight out of bed, carried Song Qingqian to the bed, settled her in, and then quickly disappeared out the window…

In the dark woods, Bei Ying respectfully spoke: "Master, we've captured him, but before we could interrogate him, he bit through the poison hidden in his teeth and committed suicide."

"Have you found anything?"

"Master, look!"

The Beijing Film Studio exposed the right arm of the already dead assassin. In the firelight, Lu Jingchuan saw a hook-shaped pattern.

"They're not from the imperial court; they're an assassination organization!"

Bei Ying nodded: "Master, besides this person, I also discovered a group of people following you. They are the Crown Prince's men, and the leader seems to be the Crown Prince's confidant named Lin Zhang. However, this person is elusive, and we have never seen him before."

"Lin Zhang?"

Lu Jingchuan chewed on these two words. He had indeed heard of this person before. He was a very cunning person who was good at using schemes and had a variety of tricks up his sleeve.

He then instructed, "Keep an eye on it. It would be best if we could resolve it discreetly."

"Yes!"

Bei Ying nodded, and said in surprise, "Master, I didn't expect your leg to recover so quickly. I am extremely gratified. It seems that the young mistress's medicine is truly a miracle drug."

“Master, in my opinion, this young mistress is a rare talent. If she could be of use to you, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.”

Lu Jingchuan fell silent. Bei Mu had investigated Song Qingqian's background twice and found no problems whatsoever. It was genuine. How could it have changed so drastically all of a sudden?

And the pills she gave herself were able to heal her broken bones in just a few days. When he secretly used his internal energy, his movements were even smoother than before. This was simply unbelievable.

Moreover, he discovered that Song Qingqian hadn't noticed anything? Or did she only know its uses but not its miraculous effects?

Seeing Lu Jingchuan remain silent, Bei Ying didn't say anything more about Song Qingqian.

"Where has the Eighth Prince gone?"

"My lord, the Eighth Prince is accompanied by the Northern Qi. He has already arrived in Changzhou. They are traveling day and night. At this speed, they will reach the Eastern Ling Kingdom in ten days at most."

"Protect the Eighth Prince."

"I obey my orders."

Lu Jingchuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly; the most heartless of all were the imperial families.

He had once cherished and valued the Imperial Concubine so much, but now that she had died unjustly, he was determined to protect her only bloodline no matter what.

He then ordered, "Keep searching. If anyone is even 80% similar, keep them at all costs."

Bei Ying nodded and watched Lu Jingchuan leave.

The next day, Song Qingqian opened her eyes in a daze, and what she saw was Lu Jingchuan's magnified face. Her heart trembled, and she kicked Lu Jingchuan, who was sleeping beside her, off the bed.

Realizing what was happening, Song Qingqian quickly got out of bed and helped Lu Jingchuan into his wheelchair, explaining apologetically:

"Sorry, that was just an instinctive reaction. Are you alright?"

"No problem!"

"How...how did I end up sleeping in your bed? I have no recollection of it at all."

Song Qingqian asked in confusion. She felt that she had slept very soundly, as if she had entered a deep sleep and had actively blocked out all external sounds.

Lu Jingchuan said, "You were so sleepy last night that you could barely keep your eyes open. I saw you were too tired, so I let you go to bed."

Song Qingqian was even more surprised: "I went up there by myself?"

Seeing Lu Jingchuan nod, Song Qingqian was even more confused…

"hiss!"

Seeing that Song Qingqian was suspicious, Lu Jingchuan quickly reached out and touched his right leg, his face looking somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing her weak appearance, Song Qingqian didn't have the mind to think anymore and asked with concern, "You said you were fine, but you hurt your leg, didn't you? Let me check it for you."

"No need, I'm really fine!"

Just as Lu Jingchuan was about to stop her, Song Qingqian had already reached out and touched his leg. With a cold snort from Lu Jingchuan, Song Qingqian loosened her grip a little.

"It's nothing serious, it'll heal with some rest!"

Lu Jingchuan nodded guiltily.

Song Qingqian reminded her, "Your leg bone has healed. You can actually do some exercises. Unblocking the meridians is the most painful part. Once you've fully recovered, it won't hurt anymore."

Lu Jingchuan nodded and said gently, "I'll listen to whatever you say."