As Chen Yi administered acupuncture to Lü Jiunan, he continued speaking:
"Saving him was to make him cooperate with me in putting on a good show."
Seeing that he had given such an ambiguous answer, Liu Lang was very dissatisfied.
Leaning against the wooden door, he looked at the barely breathing Lü Jiunan and curled his lip slightly.
"Boss, are you plotting against someone again?"
"Liu Hong?"
"It must be him."
"You saved Lü Jiunan because you want to get proof from him that Liu Hong was colluding with those Poshushuo Kingdom bandits, right?"
But when Chen Yi gave no response, Liu Lang no longer dared be certain of his guess.
"No? Right."
"You already 'killed' Lü Jiunan in full view of everyone."
"Even if he showed up again to accuse Liu Hong, that old fellow could simply deny it to the bitter end."
Without even raising his head, Chen Yi said, "Stop guessing. With your brain, you still wouldn't guess it by next year."
"..."
Liu Lang wanted to retort.
But when he thought of his experiences these past days, he had to admit that the matter of having brains had nothing to do with learning or experience. Like the artistic conception of the Martial Path, it depended on talent.
After a moment of silence,
he asked unwillingly, "Then you can at least tell me about your visit to Chunyu Tower last night, right?"
"Just now, um... this person said someone went to Chunyu Tower under my name last night. The moment I heard it, I knew it had to be you."
"If I hadn't reacted quickly, I almost would have given myself away."
Chen Yi glanced at him, then lowered his head again to treat Lü Jiunan. "Didn't you already give yourself away?" he said carelessly.
Liu Lang