Qingyang Imperial Capital.
Ever since Han Bing lent his bedroom to Han Ziyang, he had been unable to enter it for three days and three nights, forced to sleep in his study instead.
The reason was that Han Ziyang was cultivating in the room. He couldn't be disturbed at such a critical moment—not even when Nangong Ming sent someone to ask.
Fortunately, Nangong Ming didn't insist on going in to check.
Chu Jin did stop by once. "He looks badly injured. Can he really cultivate on his own?"
"If he says he can, then he can," Han Bing replied.
Chu Jin found Han Bing's reaction dull. "You don't have even the slightest suspicion about Han Ziyang?"
"What should I suspect?" Han Bing asked calmly.
"Han Lian entered the Yan registry at fourteen. Though she was a Normal Practitioner, she worked for the Marquis of Pingchang in the Yan Kingdom, preventing the Legalism School Territory from falling into the hands of Qingyang and the Zhou Kingdom. She refused to break the Non-War Covenant and let Yan fall into someone else's hands, so she had Han Lian kill the Han Clan Head."
"Han Ziyang was willing to risk his reputation and his life to snatch Han Lian away and wipe out a household. He loved her so much—do you think he'd truly go against her dying wish and break the Non-War Covenant?" As Chu Jin spoke, she glanced sidelong at Han Bing, her words carrying a hint of meaning. "Every one of you in the Han family is a hopeless romantic."
Han Bing was silent for a long while. He gazed at the lit bedroom, then turned to Chu Jin and said evenly, "You have time to worry about this?"
"What?" Chu Jin raised an eyebrow.
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