Chapter 273: Chapter 249 Uncle Wu, you are having such a tough time!_3
Pei Zhan raised his hand.
The guards then came to lift the blanket.
Liang Xuan hesitated for a moment, then scrambled down first: "No need for you to carry me, I’ll go back to my room myself!"
Saying that, he slipped on his shoes and dashed away.
Pei Zhan squinted at his retreating figure and dispatched someone, saying, "Tomorrow, go to the Liang Family and check if he got into any trouble."
The guard acknowledged the order.
Pei Zhan adjusted his sleeves before heading out, just as someone entered through the courtyard gate — it was indeed Fu Zhen returning from the Zhe Family!
The cold, stern look on Pei Zhan’s face vanished instantly. His long legs unconsciously quickened pace to meet her: "You’re back?"
Fu Zhen was still instructing the guard behind her. Seeing him approach, she replied with a soft "Oh," and sent the guard away. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before nodding, "You’re back too?"
After saying this, she proceeded inside the house.
Pei Zhan paused momentarily, then followed up: "How’s everything with Zhe Yu? Nothing serious happened, right? I was just about to head over, and you’ve returned."
"Nothing major, luckily Chen Shun had an ambush set there, so Zhe Yu came through unscathed, and we caught an assassin. Oh, and I’ve already sent Lu Chongyang over. Given his expertise, healing Zhe Yu shouldn’t be a big problem."
As Fu Zhen spoke, she instructed Ziyan to prepare hot water. Meanwhile, Xiang Bixi had just fetched her a change of clothes, and Fu Zhen headed straight to the inner chamber.
Pei Zhan watched her disappear inside, all the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.
Meanwhile, inside, Fu Zhen soaked in the bath lost in thought. Bixi, who was doing her hair, curiously asked, "What is the Young Madam thinking about?"
Fu Zhen took a deep breath: "Thinking of things from long ago."
"Long ago?" Bixi echoed, intrigued, "I know all the Young Madam’s stories from long ago. Which one are you thinking of?"
Fu Zhen shook her head.
What she pondered were not the stories Bixi was aware of, but those Liang Ning knew.
The commotion over Zhe Yu had nearly made her forget what Liang Xuan had previously told her, until she saw Pei Zhan when she arrived earlier.
In the span of a few hours, her mind was spinning in those distant memories.
Yet no matter how much she tried to dig into them, she couldn’t find many instances where she intersected with Pei Zhan.
Pei Zhan lay clothed on the couch, also staring at the ceiling, lost in contemplation.
Today felt unusual; despite the significant incident at the Zhe Family, she hadn’t sent for him as usual, and her demeanor was noticeably different upon her return.
The look she gave him... it seemed to return to their childhood, when she rode through the streets clad in fine clothes and looked at him with a senior’s authority.
What has happened?
Pei Zhan felt a creeping anxiety in his heart.
Restlessly, he got up, paced a few steps with his hands on his hips, feeling she was taking an unusually long time to bathe tonight.
Seeing tea on the table, he gulped it down. Before the tea could settle, the door opened, and her figure appeared unexpectedly from the corner of his eye.
Pei Zhan choked, clutching his chest, and started coughing.
Fu Zhen had initially been heading for the dressing table, but his violent coughing drew her towards him.
"What’s the matter?"
She bent over to look at him, his face flushed, then at the empty teacup in his hand, she straightened up slowly: "How can you be so careless, like a child, even while drinking tea?"
After speaking, she called Ziyan over: "Help the General by patting his back gently."
Ziyan hurried over, tentatively reaching out to pat but hesitating.
Pei Zhan managed to suppress his cough and said, "Why don’t you do it yourself?"
Fu Zhen looked at him: "Is this something that requires my personal attention?"
Shouldn’t such matters be handled by her, the "wife"?
Yet Pei Zhan dared not question, feeling strangely uneasy, why was she suddenly so stern?
Feeling inexplicably guilty, he tried to make small talk: "Brother Xuan also came over. He insisted on sleeping on my couch, so I sent him away for fear he’d find out."
Fu Zhen responded nonchalantly and continued combing her hair in front of the mirror.
Pei Zhan moved to her side, glanced at her face, then at her reflection in the mirror: "Are you in a bad mood? Did someone upset you again? Who? Tell me."
Fu Zhen applied cream on her face while glancing back in the mirror: "No, as long as you don’t upset me, who else can?"
Pei Zhan was at a loss for words.
"By the way," Fu Zhen scooped a dollop of cream and applied it to her face, then looked towards the mirror, "I’ve had a guest room prepared, you should move there tonight."
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