Chu Ge’s eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, unsure whether to trust her.
Seeing him not move, Wen Zaozao cleared her throat lightly, "Last night, you fainted in my house, rember? We’re in a hospital, you were seriously injured. I brought you here."
Yi Courtyard?
Chu Ge’s face turned extrely unpleasant in an instant.
No wonder those won in white clothes kept throwing flirtatious glances at him, so even exposing their calves to entice him—it turns out this is a brothel!
But, why did she bring him to a brothel?
Chu Ge’s sharp gaze pierced Wen Zaozao like icy coldness, "Do you know who I am? How dare you send to such a vulgar place!"
Ha?! Vulgar?
How is a hospital vulgar?
Wen Zaozao wanted to roll her eyes, but facing those oppressive eyes, she held back, patiently persuading, "I know you have many doubts in your heart, and I’m equally curious why you appeared in my house. Let’s sit down and talk slowly, alright?"
Chu Ge still didn’t move. He had intended to fly out of the window, but the window was too sturdy, impossibly shut, plus his injuries were too severe for his inner strength to muster, barely supporting him standing there, now his face was starting to look sowhat pale.
Seeing her words were ineffective, Wen Zaozao was anxious about the origin of the gold dal. In the end, she decided to delve directly into the topic, preparing to ask him straightforwardly.
She took the gold dal from her bag, shook it before the man, and asked, "This gold dal fell off you. Can you tell where you got it from?"
The iciness in Chu Ge’s eyes slightly dissipated, but the people here, regardless of their behavior or attire, were too strange for suspicion not to be raised, "Why are you asking this?"
Wen Zaozao pressed her lips, her glassy eyes flashed with a few sly glimrs, and then, she suddenly wailed, crying dry tears, "This is the token my husband gave , but it was stolen, and now my husband wants a divorce. I truly love my husband, I don’t want to break up over such a trivial matter, so I wanted to ask around about where you picked this up, so I can explain to my husband."
Chu Ge’s mouth twitched. He did not understand what ’husband’ ant, but he understood the ’token of affection’.
"Why don’t I know that I’ve given you a token of affection?" There was an inexplicable scorn in his words, "Miss, do you know that stealing my gold dal is a capital offense!"
"What?" Wen Zaozao was a bit dazed, her brain quickly processing his words.
"You’re saying the gold dal is yours?"
Chu Ge threw her a look that said ’obviously’.
Wen Zaozao frowned, this gold dal was King Ye Chen’s personal item, buried with him after his death—yet this guy dares claim it’s his?
Hmph! He truly is a thief!
"You are a thief, stealing cultural relics!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? This is the birthday gift from my stepfather when I turned three!" He dared call him a thief!
Chu Ge’s face grew paler, his body swayed, the words he uttered losing forcefulness.
Three-year birthday?
Gift?
Stepfather?
These words swirled like a vortex in her mind, finally aligning with the last page of the diary.
What!!
Wen Zaozao’s exquisite porcelain-white face was full of astonishnt, taking a mont before she found her voice, "What’s your na? Where are you from?"
Chu Ge frowned, seeing her shocked expression, mustered a bit of courage, so Chu Ge did not shy away, "I am the Seventh Prince of Ye Xia Country, Chu Ge."
"Clang-" The gold dal slipped from her hand, falling to the ground.
Wen Zaozao looked at Chu Ge in shock, her lips trembling lightly, wanting to say sothing but unable to utter any sound.
Chu Ge’s deanor was indescribably aloof, being the War God, King Ye Chen, just his na alone could instill fear. He seed quite satisfied with Wen Zaozao’s reaction, his lips curled up in a devilish smirk, "You better..."
Before he could finish saying the four words ’let go’, Chu Ge’s body collapsed from exhaustion.
Chu Ge was pushed back into the operating room.
During this, the police ca once, summoned by the nurse with a sprained wrist.
Wen Zaozao’s doubts remained unresolved, so when the police inquired, she deliberately used Chu Ge’s state of mind just awaken from unconsciousness harming the nurse as an excuse, offering to voluntarily bear the nurse’s any losses. Seeing her sincerity and willingness to compensate generously, they let it go.
Chu Ge erged from the operating room two hours later, during which Wen Zaozao stayed at the door, tightly holding onto the gold dal.
She repeatedly pondered and processed every word Chu Ge said in her mind.
She couldn’t help but doubt, was he truly King Ye Chen from Ye Xia Country’s prince?
Wen Zaozao was still skeptical, these fantastical myths she’d only seen in novels.
To resolve her doubts, Wen Zaozao seized the chance while Chu Ge was still unconscious, taking the gold dal directly to the authentication institute.
This was a private authentication institute, established by Zhou Ang’s father thirty years ago.
In the analysis room.
Through the heavy glass windows, Zhou Ang dressed in white was concentrating on handling sothing silently, his handso face showing no expression, even a bit serious.
After a while, sensing Wen Zaozao’s gaze, he looked up towards the window.
Wen Zaozao waved at him, Zhou Ang’s initial moody expression disappeared, replaced by a gentle smile, he took off his gloves and stepped out of the lab.
"Zaozao, what brings you here?"
"Brother Zhou Ang, I need to ask you sothing."
Wen Zaozao’s hand lingered in her bag, hesitating whether to pull out the gold dal.
She, like Zhou Ang, lost her father in the sa ancient tomb incident twenty years ago.
The father’s disappearance was a common sore spot for both, she worried Zhou Ang might be emotionally overwheld by the gold dal’s revelation, concerned his heart might not withstand it.
"What favor? Is it hard to articulate?" Zhou Ang chuckled lightly, his gentle voice soothing, raising his hand to affectionately pat Wen Zaozao’s shoulder, signaling, "Let’s go, tell in my office."
She and Zhou Ang were as close as siblings, but she rarely stepped into his office as entering it gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression.
His room’s decorations were pieces unearthed from the ancient tomb, seemingly ordinary but genuine antiques, even a single one could sustain her for life. Wen Zaozao always felt these antiques carried a foreboding yin energy, inauspicious.
Today, preoccupied with her thoughts, she followed Zhou Ang into his office without overthinking.
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