The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 74 Zhiwan: You're having a nosebleed.

Qingyun Residence.

Lu Zhan had just returned from the Dali Temple and was sitting in a chair reading a case file when Wei walked in.

"Ah Zhan," Madam Wei said with a loving expression.

Lu Zhan paused for a moment, then nodded calmly, "Mother."

"You just came back from the Dali Temple?" Madam Wei asked with concern.

"Yes," Lu Zhan replied.

"You must be very tired with so much official business to handle every day, right? I had an old hen killed today and specially made ginseng soup for you. Have some." After saying this, Madam Wei took the food box from Granny Fang and took out a bowl of soup from it.

Looking at the ginseng soup she brought to him, Lu Zhan asked in confusion, "What day is it today?"

Madam Wei paused, coughed lightly, and said reproachfully, "It's just a normal day, what's wrong? Can't your mother be nice to you?"

Lu Zhan looked at her thoughtfully, "I've only ever heard the saying, 'Unsolicited kindness is either a lie or a thief!'"

Wei: "..."

She said angrily, "Haven't I ever been good to you before? How can you assume such things about me?"

“My mother is naturally good to me,” Lu Zhan said seriously.

Madam Wei's expression softened slightly. "Then you should drink the soup quickly."

Lu Zhan paused, picked up a spoon, scooped some soup from the bowl, then looked up and said in an unusually calm tone, "What exactly does Mother want me to do? Or, what have I done to offend you that you want to poison me?"

Wei: "..."

Her lips trembled slightly, and she gritted her teeth as she snatched the soup back from his hand, angrily saying, "If you don't want to drink it, fine, I'll save it for your father."

"Hmm." Lu Zhan responded nonchalantly, opened the file, and continued reading.

Wei: "..."

She carried the food box and walked outside, but her son didn't say anything to stop her, leaving her in a dilemma.

How could she have given birth to a son who is only meant to annoy her?
For the 108th time, Wei regretted giving birth to this son.

She really wanted to just grab the ginseng soup and leave.

But thinking of the birthday banquet at the Prince of Gaoyang's mansion tomorrow, he could only suppress his frustration, grit his teeth, and turn away.

“Ah Zhan…” Madam Wei’s smile was somewhat sinister.

Lu Zhan glanced at her. "Mother, please speak your mind. I'm very busy."

Madam Wei gritted her teeth in anger and said in a very fast tone, "...Tomorrow Wan'er is going to a banquet at the Prince of Gaoyang's mansion. You will escort Wan'er there. If anything happens to her at the mansion, I will hold you responsible."

Lu Zhan: "..."

He raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows. "I'm not that free. I'm not going."

"Do you think I want to beg you? If you hadn't offended that princess, she wouldn't have taken her anger out on Wan'er. Xuan Yuanjing specifically asked Wan'er to go, which clearly means she wants to cause trouble for Wan'er. Anyway, this matter started because of you, so you can't be so irresponsible," Madam Wei said firmly.

Lu Zhan frowned, pondered for a long time, and finally nodded, "I understand."

Madam Wei's expression softened, and she brought out the ginseng soup again, placing it in front of him, and instructed, "I've been simmering this ginseng soup all afternoon, so drink it while it's hot."

Just as Lu Zhan was about to refuse, Madam Wei hurriedly said, "I've been stewing this all afternoon, you can't let my hard work go to waste."

Lu Zhan: "..."

Seeing that he had finished the soup, Madam Wei was finally satisfied. She patted his shoulder and said, "Now that you've drunk the ginseng soup I painstakingly prepared, you must take good care of your cousin tomorrow and make sure she's not bullied."

Lu Zhan: "..."

……

Zhiwan was unaware of what had happened at Qingyun Residence. After returning to Yaoguang Pavilion, she continued painting, showing no concern whatsoever about attending the banquet at the Prince of Gaoyang's residence the next day.

However, after taking a bath in the evening, I went to bed early.

After all, she was going to a banquet tomorrow, and she needed to be well-rested in order to deal with Xuan Yuanjing.

However, in the middle of the night, she found herself in a bedroom.

Looking at the familiar furnishings and smelling the familiar scent of cedar wood in the air, Zhiwan immediately realized that this was that man's room. Their last meeting had ended somewhat unpleasantly, and they hadn't seen each other for a long time since.

Unexpectedly, she came to the man's house again tonight.

Thinking back to how she had firmly told the other person not to come looking for her again, she just wanted to slip away as quickly as possible.

She told him not to come looking for her, but she herself went to the man's house instead.

"Why are you running?"

Just as her hand was about to touch the latch, the man's deep voice rang out.

Zhiwan turned around and noticed that the man was sitting in the shadows by the window, holding a cup in his hand, as if he were drinking tea.

Zhi Wan reluctantly withdrew her hand and walked towards the man. "Drinking tea so late at night, are you alright?"

The man ignored her. When he put down the cup, his expression suddenly changed, and he covered his nose with his hand.

Zhiwan leaned closer curiously, "What are you doing?"

The man didn't speak, his dark eyes fixed on her.

Just as Zhiwan was about to say something, she suddenly exclaimed, "Why is there blood on your hands?"

The man frowned slightly, then calmly said, "It's nothing, could you please wring me a towel?"

Zhiwan did as she was told and left.

She quickly tore a cloth off the basin stand and dipped it into the water in the copper basin.

Wring it dry, turn it back, and hand it to the man.

The man took it and placed it on his nose.

Upon seeing this, Zhiwan suddenly realized, "Your nose is bleeding."

"Hmm," the man responded in a low voice.

Zhiwan asked in surprise, "Why are you having a nosebleed? Is it because you have a fever?"

"Maybe," the man said calmly, his tone tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Zhiwan wandered around the room out of boredom.

Curious about what the outside of the man's house looked like, she walked to the door again, intending to push open the latch and go out to take a look.

Just then, a hand reached out from behind and pressed the door shut.

Zhiwan was stunned for a moment, and was about to turn around when a hot chest pressed against the door.

She tilted her head slightly to look at the man behind her. "Your body is so hot. Are you sick?"

"Perhaps." The man's voice was a little hoarse. His slender fingers tugged at his clothes with slight impatience. His dark eyes fell on her alluring body, as if two flames were leaping within them.

Zhiwan felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and struggled for a moment, "Since you are sick, you should see a doctor."

"Don't move!" the man suddenly warned in a deep voice.

Zhiwan was a little annoyed. "Then step back a bit. I'm getting hot too."

The man paused, but did not pull away. His warm lips brushed against her ear, his voice low, husky, and seductive, "You delivered yourself to my door."

"What?" Before Zhiwan could understand the meaning behind his words, the man's hot kiss landed on her.

Zhiwan: "..."

She was a little dazed by the kiss.

Didn't this man say last time that the two of them should call it quits?
So what is he doing now?
Sure enough, you can't trust what men say.

Zhiwan scoffed inwardly, but she didn't care.

Her relationship with him was just a game of mutual consent; it shouldn't be taken seriously.

Since that's the case, she doesn't need to suppress herself.

Thinking of this, she turned around in the man's arms, tilted her head back, and boldly responded.

(End of this chapter)