The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Madam Mu was looking down in deep thought. When she heard the voice, she looked up and saw that it was her daughter. She immediately stood up and greeted her.

Holding her hand which had been a little chilled by the breeze, he asked, "Why are you here, Yao'er?"

Mu Luan said in a tender voice: "I'm here to accompany mother. Have father and elder brother entered the palace?"

Mrs. Mu took a deep breath, nodded, and pulled Mu Luan to sit aside.

"Not only your father and elder brother have entered the palace, I just saw the Supreme Court Minister and the Minister of Justice. It seems that a major case has occurred in the capital."

Mu Luan lowered his eyes slightly as he listened. The emperor summoned him so late at night, so something big must have happened.

She tried hard to recall what happened at this time in her previous life, but she had no recollection of what had happened at all.

I don’t know if it was because I slept too deeply and missed the news, or if something went wrong in this life and this incident happened out of nowhere.

Mu Luan said softly, "Don't worry, mother. Father and big brother will be careful. As for you, it has been rainy these past two days. You have to take good care of yourself so that father won't have to worry."

Madam Mu raised her hand and touched her daughter's delicate face, revealing a gratified smile, "Don't worry, mother knows her limits."

Mu Luan then advised her to go to rest early, as with the situation today, her father and elder brother might not be able to come back for a while.

Suddenly, he thought of Mu Qingyu, whom he hadn't seen in the past few days, and asked, "Is my second brother still in the Beiya Forbidden Army Camp? Did he say when he would be back?"

Madam Mu said, "Your father has sent someone to look for him today. He will probably be back early tomorrow morning."

Mu Luan accompanied A Niang back to the house, talked to her for a while, and then left.

When I returned to the warm room, the court physician was packing his medicine box.

When he saw Mu Luan, he bowed and saluted.

Mu Luan nodded slightly, walked straight to the bedside, and asked, "How is he?"

The court doctor wiped the sweat off his forehead and said tiredly, "Miss, we need to observe him for a while. If he can survive tonight, he will be alive again."

Mu Luan lowered her eyes and looked at his pale lips. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work. Go down and have a rest."

"Yes," said the court doctor.

In his previous life, he had never seen Jun Zhao lying so obediently and quietly, so weak that he looked like he would die at any time.

But she knew that Jun Zhao would not easily hand over his life to the hands of the King of Hell.

He still has unfinished work of revenge. If the King of Hell takes his life easily, the underworld will probably be troubled by this little lunatic.

The wound on the man's arm has been re-bandaged and although a little red can still be seen on the white bandage, it will no longer spread.

Mu Luan bent over and pulled the mattress slightly to cover his exposed injured forearm, but accidentally touched his cold fingers with thin calluses.

I couldn't help but recall the moment when he held me in his arms...

The knuckles were obviously slender and long, yet extremely strong and domineering.

It seemed that no matter how ferocious the prey was, once it was clamped by this force, it could only be played with for his enjoyment and could not break free at all.

There seemed to be a lingering hot breath around the waist. Mu Luan's eyes fixed and he let go of his hand. The mattress just covered the white hand.

Her eyes moved up to that pale handsome face again. Not knowing whether he could hear her or not, she spoke with a hint of resentment, "If you can survive and keep your life, the General's Mansion will still be your place to stay."

The light and shadow flashed past Jun Zhao's closed eyes. Mu Luan left, and the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

I heard a woman's gentle whisper in my ear, "The room is too cold. Light two more charcoal basins and find two careful servants to take good care of him. If he wakes up, notify me immediately."

"Yes," Yin Xin agreed. After all, it was a human life. She was also shocked when she saw the man lying on the ground silently with a pale face.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Jun Zhao pursed his thin lips slightly, revealing a triumphant smile.

He reached under his pillow and pulled out a small porcelain bottle the size of a thumb. He uncorked the bottle with one hand and poured the liquid into his mouth.

Then he twisted the porcelain bottle into his palm bit by bit, and rubbed the peach blossom pattern carved on it with his fingertips from time to time.

It was as if the soft touch was still entangled on his fingertips, and his eyes staring at the bed curtains were deep and full of interest.

At noon the next day, Mu Luan got up, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to the front hall to have breakfast with A Niang.

Before leaving, he went to the warm room to take a look.

The charcoal in the brazier was burning hot, and the whole room was warm. The servants took turns on duty and did not slack off.

Jun Zhao's chapped lips were still bloodless, but fortunately after a night of care, his body temperature had returned to normal.

Mu Luan gave a few more instructions to the servant and left the warm room.

As soon as she arrived at the front hall, she saw a familiar figure walking towards her in a hurry. When Mu Luan focused her eyes, the person had already walked up to her.

"Second brother?" Mu Luan called out, and seeing that he was a little out of breath from running, she quickly asked someone to get some tea.

After finishing the pot of tea, Mu Qingyu felt that his dry throat was much better.

Madam Mu came from the corridor, followed by several servants and maids carrying meals. When she saw Mu Qingyu, her eyes lit up and she asked anxiously, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Mu Qingyu glanced at the servants who were setting up the meals and bowls in the hall. He paused for a moment, smiled and waved his hands, saying, "I just miss my hometown, my mother and Yaoyao."

Madam Mu rolled her eyes at Mu Qingyu helplessly. Among the three children, Mu Qingyu had the sweetest mouth, but... also greasy!

She sat down on the chair and called out to the two people who were still standing there in a daze, "Come and have breakfast, it will get cold soon."

Mu Qingyu curved her eyebrows, took a big step forward, looked at the sumptuous food, covered her stomach and said with a smile: "Mother really cares about me, has she even prepared my share?"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the steaming bun.

However, the next moment, a pair of chopsticks came into view and hit the back of his hand.

Mu Qingyu reacted quickly and retracted his hand immediately, looking pitifully at his fierce yet beautiful mother.

"Go wash your hands!" Mrs. Mu glared at him again, picked up a crystal dumpling and put it in the bowl in front of Mu Luan.

Mu Qingyu was stunned for a moment, looked at his hands and then at the buns in front of him, forced a smile, pointed outside and complained: "I've been in the Forbidden Army camp for too long, and I've learned from those stinky ghosts."

The servant was already waiting at the side with a copper basin, and Mu Qingyu soaked his hands directly in it.

Hearing the name of the Imperial Guards Camp, Madam Mu's face flashed with deep thought, and she couldn't help but ask, "Your father and elder brother went to the palace last night and haven't come back yet. Didn't you hear any rumors in the Northern Yamen Imperial Guards Camp?"