Reckless and Unknowing, He Became Another's Pawn

"Brother Chen, what do you think that Academician Qiu is really up to? What benefits can he possibly give us? Ow..."

In the elegant teahouse, Lu Han spoke as he picked up the cup from the table. Then he cried out in pain and dropped it, scalding tea instantly spilling everywhere...

Crash!

The teacup shattered, hot water spraying in all directions. Had the people around the table not dodged in time, every one of them would have been splashed. Even so, Lu Han, the culprit himself, had half his trousers soaked, his face twisted bitterly.

"Bad luck! What rotten luck! Why did I have to go do farm work for no reason? I'm practically becoming crippled!" Lu Han muttered, then glanced at the right hand that had held the tea. A bloody gash stood out at the web between his thumb and forefinger. It had already begun to scab over, but his recent movement had split it open again.

Lu Han had gotten this wound while plowing in the fields, when the plowshare had slipped and torn his hand. Born into wealth, when had he ever done this sort of farm work? He had put all his strength into it without knowing the proper way, carelessly injuring himself. At the time, he had made a tremendous fuss and wanted someone to tend to him, only to be mocked by the soldiers guarding them. They said that he made such a spectacle over a tiny wound, yet had once dared to threaten suicide—truly laughable.

Lu Han had borne a grudge over this ever since. He had finally returned from outside the city, and after resting, Chen Feifan had sent someone to summon him to the teahouse for discussion. Yet he had accidentally aggravated the old injury. The pain immediately ignited all