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

"That person is awake? Who is awake?"

Mu Qingyu looked at Yin Xin, who came in hurriedly, in confusion.

Yinxin had no idea that the second young master was actually in Shaoguang Courtyard, so she hurriedly steadied her steps and saluted, glancing at her young lady anxiously.

Mu Luan was not panicked. From the day she took Jun Zhao in, she knew that she would accidentally see this sooner or later.

He made up a random excuse and said, "He was a guard. We met him at Huaguang Temple. Since he was lonely and had some martial arts skills, I kept him by my side. He suddenly had a high fever and fell unconscious yesterday. Maybe he was a little weak from wandering around before."

Once the third prince dies, the party disputes will not only not be eased, but will even become more intense.

Once Jun Zhao's identity is made public, it will inevitably cause an uproar in the palace. If it is leaked by someone with ulterior motives, it will arouse the suspicion of the emperor.

The General's Mansion holds a large number of troops, and no matter which prince stands behind them, they are a solid support.

The time is not yet ripe, so it is better to keep it secret for now.

Mu Qingyu did not ask in detail. The transfer and allocation of servants in Mu Luan's courtyard was a trivial matter and she was fully in charge.

When Mu Luan arrived at the warm room, she saw the man on the bed half leaning against the head of the bed, slightly sideways, with his white palms clenched into fists, and coughing a few times against his lips.

When he saw her come in, there was an obvious light in his eyes, and his expression was deep and restrained.

He lifted the quilt and was about to stand up shakily. Mu Luan took a few quick steps forward and put his hand on his shoulder.

Jun Zhao paused, looking up in confusion, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss."

"You just came back from the gates of hell, and you're so eager to go back?"

Mu Luan was a little angry, and her voice was naturally not as gentle as usual, "Lie down and don't move."

Jun Zhao didn't say anything, but he didn't insist on getting off the couch. He sat upright, looking extremely awkward.

His head was half lowered, as if he was thinking about the trouble his coma would bring to Mu Luan.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble for the young lady again."

Mu Luan saw that although he was physically weak, his spirits had improved a lot. Unlike last night, his voice was full of weakness.

I don't know whether I felt relieved or something, but at least I felt less stuffy in my heart.

When he spoke again, his tone was much softer, "Since you know you've caused trouble, you should take good care of your injuries."

As if thinking that he was about to leave the warm room after his injury healed, Jun Zhao could not help but look up at Mu Luan, but when she gave him an inquiring look, he lowered his eyes again, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Those dark eyes revealed a lonely and pitiful look, and they observed Mu Luan's expression from time to time, just like a little puppy who knew he had made a mistake.

He remained silent but always paid close attention to his master's movements.

Mu Luan inexplicably had the urge to touch his head, something she had never dared to think about in her previous life.

His eyes fell on the slightly red wound, and Mu Luan suddenly stopped this outrageous and bold idea.

If you touch the lion's head, you might get eaten till there is not a trace left.

Thinking of the death of the Third Prince, Mu Luan asked tentatively: "Where did you buy supper last night?"

When he came back last night, it was already late. I'm afraid it was curfew. There was hardly a single person in the streets. How did he buy a midnight snack?

Mu Luan's doubts grew, and her eyes were fixed on the man's pale and handsome face.

Jun Zhao, however, had no concerns at all. He raised his eyes calmly to meet her probing gaze, was silent for a moment, and said, "West of the city."

"Chengxi?"

Mu Luan was stunned. "It takes at least two hours to travel from the west of the city to here!"

Calculating the time, Jun Zhao must have left for the west of the city right after dinner, otherwise he would not have been able to get back before curfew.

Based on Mu Luan's understanding of Jun Zhao in her previous life, it was obvious that she did not believe this statement.

She glanced across the table, and saw that the thing wrapped in oil paper was no longer there. She subconsciously looked down at the ground.

He was unconscious last night, so it was impossible for him to eat the midnight snack.

The fallen chairs and tables in the room had all returned to their original places. Mu Luan thought discouragedly that perhaps they had been taken away by the servants.

But just as he was about to look away, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a bulging brown object sticking out from under the cabinet.

She walked over, bent down to pick it up, and found that it was exactly what Jun Zhao bought last night.

Mu Luan looked back and saw Jun Zhao staring at her without blinking, or to be more precise, he was staring at the thing in her hand.

This made Mu Luan even more curious. In his previous life, Jun Zhao didn't have anything he particularly liked to eat. If he had anything, it would probably be poison pills.

Because Jun Zhao often stirred the freshly prepared poison pill in his mouth while staring at Mu Luan leisurely.

He ate carelessly yet with a natural air of nobility.

When he found the medicine tasted good, he would slowly pour a pill from the porcelain white medicine bottle and waved to Mu Luan, saying, "It tastes good, you should try it too."

Mu Luan would often be frightened to death by his inexplicable generosity, and could only shake her head and gently coax him, "Your Highness, I was wrong. Mu Luan only has one life, and if it's gone, I will never be able to coax Your Highness again."

Thinking of this, Mu Luan couldn't help but feel that the thing in her hand was a little hot, and she didn't know whether she should open it and take a look.

If he were to discover Jun Zhao's secret, given his madness, he would kill everyone to silence them.

But from the look on his face, Mu Luan didn't think he looked worried.

She hesitated, but still slowly opened the oil paper. As the light pink parchment inside gradually enlarged in her pupils, what wafted into her nose was not the tempting smell of cooked food, but a sweet and sour mint scent.

It turned out to be the pink candy that she had eaten twice before!

Jun Zhao is not someone who can tolerate sour food, so this powdered candy is for...

"You went to the west of the city just to buy me some pink candy?"

Mu Luan walked closer slowly. Although she already had the answer in her mind, she was still surprised by Jun Zhao's meticulous observation.

She had tasted this powdered candy twice and it was indeed delicious, with her favorite sweet and sour flavor.

Moreover, the mint scent can relax the body and mind, making your steps feel lighter.

But she had never taken the initiative to ask Jun Zhao for anything. Perhaps it was a habit from her previous life. Even though she lived better than Jun Zhao in this life, she did not dare to ask him for things.

"This kind of powdered candy is only sold in the west of the city. The pills are bitter. Miss, you can take one pill every time you take medicine in the future to reduce the bitterness."

Jun Zhao's answer was ambiguous, neither admitting nor denying.

But Mu Luan knew that it was for himself.

No matter whether he was putting on an act for himself or he really bought the pink candies for her, Mu Luan was indeed touched at this moment.

I bought her favorite candy, and then I was chased by my enemy. When I came back, I was scolded and suspected by myself. I think anyone would feel wronged and uncomfortable.

He clearly had the opportunity to defend himself yesterday, but he said nothing.

Mu Luan sighed in resignation and said in a softer tone: "Mu Feng, you have already left Youming Inn. I just hope you won't do anything self-deprecating again."