Dong Huiying was heartbroken and didn’t have the ti to bicker with Shujun’s slick talk. She hurriedly reached out to pull open Shujun’s collar. Seeing the blood-seeped bandage wrapped around Shujun’s chest, her eyes imdiately turned red.
"Who did this to you?"
Shujun clutched her hand, as if afraid she might disappear in front of him, and put on a pitifully weak look, truly a sickly beauty: "It hurts so much, Xiao Hui, please rub it for , will you?"
Third Master’s doting appearance made Master of Branched Wang’s eyelids twitch. He had only seen Third Master being domineering, issuing orders, or being carefree and nonchalant, but had he ever seen this goblins-like side? Truly a clingy little pest.
Fortunately, Master of Branched Wang was quite perceptive and could tell the extraordinary relationship between the two. Associating the term "Xiao Hui" that Shujun called and the na of the Huizi Store... he imdiately understood.
So this person is actually the wife sought by Third Master!?
But...
Looking at Dong Huiying’s thick-skinned, rough, and dark appearance after disguising, he thought it was truly like a flower stuck in cow dung.
Isn’t it so?
Third master’s brother is the flower, yet his wife is real cow dung!!
Master of Branched Wang, who prided himself on being perceptive, quickly dragged the pawnshop assistant, who still hadn’t figured out what was happening and was still completely dazed, out the door. As he left, he considerately closed the door, leaving the room for the twin flowers and the cow dung little wife inside!
Dong Huiying was still unaware that in others’ eyes, her appearance had turned into cow dung. She opened the bandages and saw that Shujun had suffered a sword wound, with so slightly purplish blood flowing from it, indicating that it was poisoned.
Sniffing, she said, "Where are the dicines I gave you? Didn’t you take them?" Otherwise, with the dicines at hand, even the most potent poison would have been neutralized by now.
Shujun affectionately hugged the wife: "I did take them, but this poison is a bit weird; taking the dicine only alleviates it sowhat. Initially, the blood was black."
"Give your hand."
Grabbing Shujun’s wrist, she felt his pulse. Dong Huiying suddenly had suspicions: "This poison..." She recalled various records from books she had read, recognizing this as a poison favored by Dajin’s side.
"Shu Yu?" She turned to look at Shu Yu.
Shu Yu was calm, "That day Xiao Qinghe fought to the death, rely struck a few tis with his palm. I suffered internal injuries, not external ones, and am now fine."
"Did you say Xiao Qinghe?"
Dong Huiying was stunned.
Shu Yu and Shujun, the identical twin brothers, held their breath. Especially Shujun, who was even more cautious.
"Xiao Hui, don’t you know? The one who captured you was Xiao Qinghe..."
Dong Huiying didn’t know that scum’s na. Ah Lian and the other hidden guards always respectfully addressed him as ’Young Master.’
Qinghe, Xiao Qinghe...
She furrowed her brow.
"No wonder!"
Suddenly enlightened, she looked at Shu Yu, then at Shujun: "No wonder every ti I saw that pervert’s face, I thought of you two. Had it not been for his sickly appearance reminding of Shu Yu’s past frailty, I wouldn’t have ddled..."
Shujun’s eyes sparkled, "You say that seeing him, you thought of us?" Rather than seeing us and thinking of him?
Although the words were similar, they ant entirely different things. He had previously worried that he and his brothers were rely stand-ins for Xiao Qinghe, yet now, he felt inexplicably happy.
Dong Huiying said, "His features resemble you all very much."
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