Yaohua had never wanted to hold a wedding with him. Hearing this, she was naturally delighted. "Then let's postpone the wedding. It's most important for you, Senior Brother, to recover from your illness."
Qingque held her wrist, smiling warmly.
Chongming, who had just reached the door, heard this conversation and couldn't help clenching his fists.
He concealed his uneasiness and walked in casually. "Do you two have a betrothal?"
"Yes." Qingque smiled. "My junior sister and I are deeply in love. It was our master who arranged this betrothal."
"You broke into Cangling Hall and stole her. How could it be an arrangement by our master?" Chongming's voice turned slightly cold.
There was a hidden killing intent in his eyes, which even surprised Yaohua.
Qingque felt a pang of nervousness but knew he couldn't show his timidity at this moment. So he said with a smile, "Your Excellency, what are you talking about? Since junior sister was adopted by our master and hatched, I've taken good care of her. And I've also followed our master's last wish to make this betrothal."
Yaohua suddenly realized. "So it was our master who stole me, and you were unaware of it."
Qingque looked at her silently. "All I know is that you're my junior sister."
Chongming watched their intimate interaction and asked bitterly, "So, the betrothal between you two is real?"
Qingque nodded.
Chongming flicked his sleeve and left.
The door slammed shut. Yaohua felt a sudden uneasiness in her heart. Ignoring the dissuasion, she followed closely behind. "Master, wait for me!"
But Chongming didn't care. He walked straight to the backyard in one breath and then suddenly stopped. He said coldly, "Don't you already have a master? Why do you still call me master?"
"I..." Yaohua was at a loss for words. She had called him "master" out of instinct and didn't even know why.
Seeing her hesitating, Chongming felt a pang of pain in his heart. He forced a bitter smile. "It's my fault for losing you, which led to you making a betrothal with someone else."
"Although there's a betrothal between him and me, I... I don't like him!" Seeing his bitter smile, Yaohua felt a slight pain in her heart.
"Then who do you like? Zhao Wu?" Chongming asked.
Yaohua blurted out, "The person I like is you. Can't you tell?"
"You haven't even retrieved your memories. Do you mean you fell in love with me just after seeing me?" Chongming's heart skipped a beat, but he also thought it was absurd and could only feel dejected.
Seeing his expression, Yaohua knew that he also had feelings for her. She was overjoyed and even boldly tiptoed to give him a heavy kiss on the side of his face.
Chongming was slightly stunned.
"Can this prove my feelings?" Yaohua asked shyly. She licked her lips and her eyes fell on his lips.
Realizing her gaze, Chongming's earlobes instantly turned as red as blood. "What about the betrothal between you two..."
"I signed it when I just woke up. He asked me to." Yaohua bit her lip. "I like you, so I'll only marry you. We can figure out a way to annul that celestial marriage contract together. Will you do it with me?"
"Of course I will." A broad smile spread across Chongming's face, like three thousand peach blossoms in full bloom.
"However, my senior brother got injured because of me, so we can't stimulate him for the time being." Yaohua added.
Although she liked Chongming, she wasn't the kind of person who would be ungrateful.
Chongming still had the aftertaste of her kiss in his heart. His eyes were full of smiles. How could he care about such a trivial matter?
He said gently, "Then let Qingque stay in Cangling Hall for the time being."
Just then, a maid rushed over in a hurry. "No! Qingque is spitting up blood!"
Yaohua was shocked and quickly rushed over.
She put her hand on Qingque's forehead and said worriedly, "For no reason, why did senior brother suddenly have a fever?"
Chongming took out the Tianshan snow lotus. "This thing should be able to cure his illness. I'll go and find a way to annul the celestial marriage contract first."
As soon as he left, Qingque opened his eyes.
"Senior brother, you're awake?" Yaohua said in surprise. "How do you feel now?"
But Qingque said, "Junior sister, could you ask the servants to leave? I'd like to talk to you alone."
Yaohua did as he asked.
After there was no one else in the room, Qingque sighed. "When you two were away just now, I felt drowsy. I don't know who fed me a piece of pastry, which made me suddenly spit up blood."
"How could this happen?" Yaohua was both surprised and angry. "Do you still remember what that person looked like and what they did? I'll go and tell Chongming right away and let him punish them!"
"Don't!" Qingque quickly stopped her. "This is his territory. If someone wants to harm me, they must have received his instruction. Now that he shows killing intent towards me, others will surely act according to his will."
"Do you mean he wants to harm you?" Yaohua was a bit hesitant. She also thought what her senior brother said was reasonable. After all, the killing intent that Chongming showed just now was very obvious.
Qingque said bitterly, "I know I'm no match for him in every aspect, but my feelings for you are genuine. I don't want to die an unclear death at someone else's hands. I'll leave on my own after I recover from my injury and won't bother you two."
"Senior brother..." Hearing his pitiful words, Yaohua felt so sorry for him. "I'm sorry. It's all because of me that you got injured."
After Chongming walked out of the door, he always felt that there were still some things he hadn't told Yaohua. Unexpectedly, he witnessed this scene with his own eyes.
Because he was in tune with Yaohua's feelings, he wasn't angry. Instead, he began to ponder - what on earth was Qingque's purpose? Who sent him? Why did he keep sowing discord between them?
In the following days, while Qingque was recovering from his injury, Yaohua always stayed by his side and didn't dare to leave.
Every time Qingque instilled in her the idea that someone was trying to harm him and asked for comfort, she was very patient.
One day, just as Chongming walked in, he saw Qingque lying on the couch, frowning while drinking the medicine. "Junior sister, this medicine is so bitter."
"Then I'll give you some preserved fruits." Just as Yaohua took out the preserved fruits, Qingque took them with his mouth.
At this moment, Yaohua suddenly noticed Chongming standing at the door and quickly withdrew her hand.
Qingque looked innocent, but only showed a provocative look at Chongming from an angle where others couldn't see.
Chongming played along and pretended to be dejected.
Qingque became even more complacent.
Chongming sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him silently. His whole body exuded an unhappy aura, but he was secretly thinking in his heart.
In these days, apart from being jealous, Qingque didn't show any abnormalities. Could it be that all his actions were really just for winning Yaohua's favor?
Qingque frowned and looked at Yaohua aggrievedly.
Yaohua coughed lightly. "Well, Your Excellency Chongming..."
Chongming glanced at her and said half - smiling, "What? Are you blaming me for disturbing your time together?"
"Exactly." Qingque said.
But Yaohua quickly shook her head. "I definitely don't mean that!"
Qingque looked even more aggrieved. "Forget it. I know that now that you've seen a broader world, I'm no longer worthy of you."
Yaohua quickly comforted him, but Chongming said, "It's good that you know you're not worthy!"