“And I guarantee I’m completely healthy.” I was finally angry, and my hand unconsciously reached toward the broom under the table… “Your Majesty should visit a medical clinic,” An Jin’s clear voice sounded behind him, neither hurried nor slow. “Coming to the study won’t solve any problems.” Yan Or’s expression turned slightly cold as he turned sideways. “An Daren arrives quite quickly.” “Likewise,” An Jin stepped forward, his eyes like a cold pond, the corner of his mouth curling in an evil smile. “Your Majesty is quite adept at seizing opportunities.” Yan Or turned his head, giving me a radiant smile. “Thirteen, I’ll come again another day.” Before I could speak, An Jin leisurely responded: “If there’s nothing urgent, Your Majesty should not come. Lest it provoke gossip, and make the people of Qi Country think Your Majesty has improper designs on my wife.” Yan Or didn’t get angry. As he passed An Jin, he paused briefly, speaking as if sincerely: “An Daren, some things are best addressed early. If not treated, one might waste their prime years.” An Jin lowered his head: “Your Majesty is still dealing with your own affairs, yet still concerned about my household. I’m truly touched.” Yan Or chuckled and leisurely departed. An Jin turned to me. I shuddered, tugging my earlobe with a trembling voice: “It’s not me…” “Not you?” he maintained his habitual smile. “It’s me. A hidden illness? When did I not know I had such an illness?”
“Well—this is quite complicated to explain—” I smiled apologetically, my peripheral vision catching the “Ritual and Music” book, quickly stuffing it under the table. “In any case, there was just a misunderstanding between us…”
“What misunderstanding could you possibly have with him?” My husband looked at me with some anger.
Just as I was at a loss for words, Que’er led Yuanxiao into the room.
Yuanxiao’s arrival immediately rescued me from my dire straits. As soon as Yuanxiao entered the study, it rushed towards me but upon seeing An Jin, it suddenly stopped.
