I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 353 The strange yin and yang
Siyue carried the person and Chu Liuzheng towards the gate, instructing them as they walked: "If you encounter something like this again, sister, remember to tell me and Chenxing. If we're not there, tell the guards. Don't come looking for it yourself."

When it comes to personal safety, Chu Liuzheng is very obedient and nods obediently.

Feng Jingdu put the medicine back in the house but still couldn't find the two people, so he went out to look for them. He caught sight of Siyue carrying a man in black and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Where did you pick this up from?"

He sniffed: "The smell of blood is so strong, the injury must be serious."

"It's in the alley on the right. This man claims to be the steward of the Qin family. His sudden appearance here might mean he knows something," Siyue explained simply, then carried the man to a guest room for treatment.

Seeing that he was not needed, Feng Jing said to Chu Liuzheng, "Let's go see the young master first."

"Mm." Chu Liuzheng nodded and walked side by side with him towards the main courtyard.

Inside the main courtyard, Xiao Jingfan was just about to have his meal when he heard the announcement and let the two of them in.

Chu Liuzheng had thought this gentleman was ill, but he looked quite well.
"You're back." Xiao Jingfan glanced at the food box she was carrying and wondered if she had finished eating and brought some back with her.

Is the food outside really that good?
[The tyrant's tone sounds a bit sarcastic, doesn't it?]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Chu Liuzheng secretly observed his expression and thought that he must have misheard. How could the big boss be so sarcastic?
"Young Master, you're eating." Feng Jing's eyes lit up at the sight of the food on the table. He grinned sheepishly. "We rushed back and didn't have time to eat a single bite."

Xiao Jingfan understood his unspoken meaning perfectly. He glanced at the meddlesome Zhou Yuande and ordered someone to add two more sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Chu Liuzheng didn't expect that she would get a share. Since Eunuch Zhou was still standing, wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to sit down and eat?
Feng Jing, however, was sitting comfortably. Seeing that Chu Liuzheng was still standing, he raised his hand and beckoned, "Hurry up and sit down. You said you were hungry when you were eating chicken feet, but you don't seem to be in a hurry to eat now."

Xiao Jingfan also looked up, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Don't you like the dishes on the table?"

Chu Liuzheng felt the boss's cold gaze and was so frightened that he sat down abruptly.

Xiao Jingfan ordered someone to send the food box to the kitchen, heat up the food inside, and bring it over to Chu Liuzheng, where it was placed in front of him.

These were clearly dishes he liked to eat, but Xiao Jingfan would glance at him every now and then, making Chu Liuzheng feel like he couldn't swallow the food. It tasted like cardboard, and his hands almost trembled when he picked up the food.

[Sob~ Eating with others costs money, but eating with the emperor shortens my lifespan! What did I do to offend this tyrant?]

She lowered her head and counted the grains of rice in the bowl, completely baffled.

The only one unaffected was the carefree Feng Jing. Only after he had food in his stomach did he remember to ask, "Young Master, why did you send people to find us so urgently?"

"Master Qin is dead." Xiao Jingfan said, glancing at Zhou Yuande, which made Zhou Yuande's heart tremble. He really hadn't forged the imperial edict!
"Dead?" Chu Liuzheng and Feng Jing were both shocked and asked in unison, "How did he die?"

Xiao Jingfan didn't really want to talk about death at the dinner table; it was too unappetizing.

He gave Zhou Yuande a wink, and Zhou Yuande immediately replied, "It's said that he choked to death on a preserved plum."

Feng Jing sighed, "That's some pretty unlucky way to die."

Chu Liuzheng deeply agreed.

Feng Jing was about to ask for more details when Chu Liuzheng suddenly kicked him from under the table and winked at him.

Didn't you see that guy's face darken? If he asks any more questions, he'll definitely put down his chopsticks.

Feng Jing had no choice but to stop talking and focus on eating.

Seeing the two exchanging glances right under his nose, Xiao Jingfan's already poor appetite completely vanished. He put down his chopsticks after only two bites, his eyelids drooping, his eyelashes casting shadows on his eyelids.

Seeing this, Chu Liuzheng skillfully served him a bowl of yam and pork rib soup, with more yam and pork ribs and less soup, emphasizing its substantial taste.

In the palace, when the emperor didn't want to eat, this is how she would coax him... no, this is how she would serve him. "This soup is good, please try it."

"How would you know if you haven't even eaten..." Before Feng Jing could finish speaking, Chu Liuzheng kicked him under the table again.

This time, the kick landed squarely on his shinbone, making him almost jump up in pain. He grimaced and exclaimed, "Yes, the soup is delicious, delicious, especially delicious!"

He glared at Chu Liuzheng, thinking, "If I kick him again, he'll turn on you!"
Chu Liuzheng quickly put a chicken leg on his plate as an apology.

Looking at the two of them, Xiao Jingfan suddenly stood up: "You two eat, I'm going to take a walk in the yard."

He didn't touch a drop of the soup in front of him.

Chu Liuzheng blinked.

[He won't even drink the soup anymore. Is the tyrant so averse to mentioning the dead during meals?]

Feng Jing, biting into a chicken leg, glanced at her and said, "It's not my fault. Do you have any other ideas?"
Chu Liuzheng looked at the culprit and sighed softly.

There's nothing else we can do now, we'll talk about it later.

According to etiquette, once the emperor has put down his chopsticks, Chu Liuzheng and Feng Jing should not pick them up again. However, this was not the palace, where such strict rules applied, and Xiao Jingfan instructed them to continue eating, so they did.

Xiao Jingfan walked around, but no one came out to persuade him.

After walking around twice, no one came out to persuade them.

A feeling of frustration lingered in his chest, making his complexion even worse.

Zhou Yuande followed closely behind, knowing exactly where the problem lay, but fearing he wouldn't be able to offer the right advice, he simply remained silent, quietly becoming a breathing shadow.

When Siyue came over, she saw her master standing in the courtyard admiring the moon. Whether it was the moonlight or the lanterns, his expression was not good.

She hesitated for a moment but still went over and reported that she had discovered the Qin family steward spying outside the Du residence.

"The person has woken up now, would you like to see them?"

"Bring him over." Xiao Jingfan nodded, and then sent someone to call Du Qian over as well.

Before long, the two of them arrived.

The man in black had several knife wounds, two of which were on his legs. The wounds were quite deep and bled easily when he exerted himself. He was carried over on a stretcher by two servants.

Du Qian recognized him immediately; this man was indeed Uncle Fu, the steward of the Qin family, whom he had met when he went to the Qin family to congratulate them on moving into their new home.

He walked over and asked with concern, "Uncle Fu, how did you get so badly injured?"

"Master Du, please save my master!" Uncle Fu struggled to his feet and reached out to grab Du Qian's clothes.

As he moved, blood flowed out again from the freshly bandaged wound, soaking the gauze in red.

Du Qian was taken aback. Wasn't Master Qin dead? How can you save a dead person?
"Don't rush, lie down first." He reached out to help Uncle Fu lie back down, patting his arm reassuringly. "You asked me to save Brother Qin, could it be that Brother Qin is still alive?"

Uncle Fu nodded and looked at him: "Master has just been locked up by them. The dead man lying in the coffin is not Master!"

He gripped Du Qian's hand tightly and said urgently, "Master Du, only you can save my master now. Please, for the sake of our past relationship, lend a helping hand!"

Du Qian frowned. He considered his relationship with Master Qin to be limited to a few meals. Why would he come to him for help when it was a matter of life and death, instead of going to the government?