The bamboo house was hidden in the lush bamboo and blended into it. In the distance, the sound of gurgling water could be heard, echoing with the rustling sound in the bamboo forest, and it seemed to be isolated from the world.
In front of the bamboo building, Butler Qin respectfully reported to the person inside.
“Master, the doctor who took down the decree is here.”
The door of the bamboo house was opened, and a handsome servant appeared in front of the two people.
The servant boy’s eyes swept across Bei Yutang’s body. He said coldly, “Master wants to see you.”
Butler Qin led Bei Yutang into the house.
The charcoal fire was burning in the room, and it was warm like spring. There was a faint fragrance floating in the room, which was a very special fragrance.
The servant boy lifted the bamboo curtain and saw a slender figure lying on the bed.
The man was resting his head with one hand, and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be sleeping or taking a shallow breath. His jet-black hair was casually scattered, and he was wearing a long white robe. His whole body exuded a casual and unrestrained air.
His otherworldly aura made people overlook his exquisite face. When the person woke up, they were all amazed by his elegance.
“Master.” Butler Qin called softly.
The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and his clear and clean eyes met her eyes without warning.
Bei Yutang looked at him in surprise.
His eyes were as clear as water, calm and without ripples as if there was nothing in the world worthy of his emotion.
Such eyes should never appear on him.
Such eyes could only be found in the virtuous monks.
The person in front of her was the biggest traitor of the Country of Jin.
A cold-blooded and murderous minister.
Bei Yutang was shocked, with a look of surprise on her cold face.
What surprised her was not his appearance, nor his extremely inconsistent eyes, but him as a person.
Her heart was trembling, and the voice in her heart told her.
He– it was him!
“Are you the one who took down the decree?” Zuo Chen looked at her calmly, without contempt or disdain as if the person in front of him was a miracle doctor or a passerby who had nothing to do with him.
“Yes.” Bei Yutang’s cold eyes were filled with long-lost joy and excitement.
Looking at him, he seemed to have forgotten her existence.
“Look.” He stretched out his hand.
Bei Yutang walked forward and did not start to feel the pulse, but she asked: “Where is the injury, Master?”
“You’ll know after you take your pulse.” Zuo Chen said coldly.
“Yes.”
Bei Yutang put her hand on his wrist.
His pulse was very steady and there seemed no sign of poisoning. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, her hand paused and her brows gradually furrowed.
His pulse unexpectedly changed. It became intermittent, and his breath was as thin as a thread, which was very strange.
Bei Yutang was surprised, so she started to check again.
The more she checked, the more confused she became.
His pulse was really too strange. Something she had never encountered before.
After a while, Bei Yutang withdrew her hand.
“Can you see any problem?” Zuo Chen asked indifferently.
“Your pulse is really strange. I can’t tell why it’s like this.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a cold and emotionless voice was heard.
“Drag her away.”
Bei Yutang’s heart trembled. This was going to kill her.
Two shadow guards appeared in the room silently and stepped forward to detain her.
“Wait.”
Bei Yutang shouted. Her voice was not panicky. She looked at him calmly.
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