The Ye Residence and Crown Prince's Residence at Midnight

Late at night, all was silent, save for the nightingales' songs.

The Ye Residence courtyard had already been tidied and rearranged by the Crown Prince's Residence staff. It looked exactly as it normally did, except the brilliance once provided by countless hanging lamps had once again given way to dimness.

Inside the room.

Lin Yan was soaking in an enormous wooden tub filled with the rare medicinal herbs Xue Qinghe had sent over. It had to be said that Xue Qinghe truly cared about whether Lin Yan lived or died; everything sent over was among the finest healing medicines on the market.

"Does it still hurt?"

A pair of jade-like hands stirred the water and brushed across Lin Yan's chest, where the "piercing wound" had already healed without leaving even the slightest trace.

Ye Rou'er hugged Lin Yan tightly from behind, her softness pressed against his firm muscles beneath the water, squeezed into exaggerated curves.

Though their posture was extremely intimate, the woman's beautiful eyes were filled with tears and heartache.

"Phew..."

"I'm fine. It only looked serious."

The room fell silent once more.

Ye Rou'er's chin rested on Lin Yan's shoulder. Seeing his eyes tightly shut and his brow faintly furrowed, she tactfully chose not to disturb him further.

Yet the concern and heartache she could not dispel still drove her to stroke that nonexistent wound again and again.

Lin Yan paid no attention to it, silently beginning to weigh his options.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! I never expected Chen Xin to go so far over a single sentence. If not for Red Dust Blessing today, I'd probably already be a corpse."

That was right! What happened today had been entirely unexpected.

Lin Yan truly had not expected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, renowned for recruiting talented