The morning light was hazy. Master Rabbit, who had spent the entire night visiting a physician, returned to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain carrying a small medicine pouch. The moment it stepped through the courtyard gate, it was dumbfounded.
Its master had woken up extremely early and, as if suffering from some sort of shock, was banging his head against the wall in the courtyard.
Specifically, it was the kind of slamming method where he would hit the wall once, stare blankly at the wall for a moment, hit it again, and then stare blankly once more.
The rabbit watched worriedly for a moment, walked closer, and advised:
“Young Master, are you trying to commit suicide? That amount of force is probably not enough.”
Hearing the voice, Fang Jueqian, who was currently repeatedly flogging his own intelligence, finally stopped moving.
Looking at the rabbit, he belatedly felt the pain throbbing from his forehead, and the tears generated by the pain instantly surged out:
“Nothing. I am just a bit too shocked, wanted to calm down.”
“Oh, well your method of calming down is rather unique, Young Master.”
Man and rabbit sat down under the eaves. While rubbing his forehead, Fang Jueqian said despondently:
“I feel like I was tricked by the Lord. He is not a good person at all.”
“A divine physician!” the rabbit exclaimed, protecting the expensive medicine pouch bought from the physician even more carefully while not forgetting to remind him, “Young Master, you used the wrong address again.”
“Husband is not a good person at all, but how could he even lie to me! And with a lie like that!” Remembering the dream he had just had, Fang Jueqian felt anger mixed with shame, adding a few layers of embarrassment, “Was he playing me for a fool?”
Fang Jueqian’s perception of Lord Lingxiao was rapidly collapsing.
Before going to sleep last night, his impression of Lord Lingxiao was still quite pleasant. Although there were a few awkward misunderstandings mixed between them, the flaws did not obscure the virtues.
The image of Lord Lingxiao in his heart couldn’t be described as towering, but he was certainly tall and reliable.
However, now, this pure, beautiful, precious, and rare trust had been damaged.
At the root of it all, he had discovered that the Lord had deceived him and shifted all the blame onto him.
Recalling the dream and the immersive feeling of grievance and betrayal, Fang Jueqian’s cheeks rapidly heated up while a spark ignited in his heart.
No, how could he do such a thing!
Combined with his current experience, the scenario in the dream was crystal clear. It was simply the memory of the past estrus period lingering in his body.
Lord Lingxiao had said yesterday that he made him take the Dreamless Pill because he would laugh wildly, roll around, cry, drool, bang his head against the wall, bite people, grab people, kick people, and hang himself in suicide during his estrus period. The reality, however, was that he was deliberately making things up to trick him.
Where on earth would he laugh wildly, roll around, drool, bang his head against the wall, grab people, kick people, and commit suicide by hanging?
The Lord simply wanted to save trouble and found him awake troublesome.
Although it might indeed have been a bit troublesome, he could have just discussed it with him. He was not completely unable to accept taking the Dreamless Pill with full knowledge.
Alternatively, the Lord could have simply refused to tell him on the grounds of privacy. Knowing the matter was of great importance, he wouldn’t have pried further.
Yet the Lord should not have, under any circumstances, fabricated lies to deceive him when he had already waived his right to know.
This was simply toying with people for fun!
Heaven knows how embarrassed and ashamed he was internally when he heard the Lord rattle off that long list back then, thinking that he genuinely awakened his bestial nature and turned into a mindless beast once he entered estrus.
The more Fang Jueqian thought about it, the angrier he became:
“The Lord is too much! Are honest people just meant to be cheated?”
“Young Master.”
Fang Jueqian grew even angrier:
“Husband is too much! Are honest people just meant to be cheated!”
Starting today, the image of Lord Lingxiao in his mind was no longer that of the towering, magnificent figure of the past.
He would never win his heartfelt respect and awe ever again!
Lost trust was more precious than gold and diamonds, and the Lord would realize this sooner rather than later!
Although Fang Jueqian had seen through Lord Lingxiao’s malicious nature beneath his exterior, he still knew the logic of living under someone else’s roof and keeping a low profile to grow stronger.
When that crimson Dreamless Pill floated before his eyes once more, Fang Jueqian only vented his anger mentally a few times before his hand honestly took the pill, preparing to swallow it.
“Wait.” Lord Lingxiao suddenly stopped him from taking the medicine, displeased. “What expression is that?”
Fang Jueqian froze.
When the Lord walked toward him again, he panicked, terrified that the previous incident would repeat itself, so he forced out a smile:
“I did not. I was just trying to adjust.”
His words were cut short because the Lord had already walked right up to him.
Hesitating for a moment between retreating to the back of the soft couch and holding his ground, Fang Jueqian lost any further opportunity to choose.
Someone grabbed him firmly by the chin, forcing him to raise his head so he could be inspected closely.
“You. Lord.” Fang Jueqian was shocked and terrified, not daring to look at the close-range expression of the youth.
However, the force on his chin allowed no room for resistance. Like a live fish dragged away from the warm, safe water by a fishhook, he was shamefully pulled up in front of the fisherman to be looked over left and right, evaluated for size and meat weight.
“Oh, you even used his title. Looks like you are really angry.” The Lord said coldly. “Are you angry with me?”
“No.”
“Looks like you are.” The Lord said to himself. “Where did I offend you? Am I not treating you well enough?”
Fang Jueqian was both furious and painfully guilty.
Because up to now, aside from fabricating a lie to tease him this time, Lord Lingxiao had truly never plotted against him once.
Not only had he never plotted against him, but he was also overly good to him. Countless treasures that others dreamed of were sent into his residence by the cartload. When he learned that Fang Jueqian was being bullied, he even gave him pointers on the communication jade to let him vent his anger. He tolerated his repeated impudences, and even urged him to cultivate and helped him through his difficult estrus period.
Fang Jueqian slowly wilted.
The Lord had only slightly injured his dignity, but how much was dignity worth compared to tangible benefits and personal safety? Was it really worth falling out with a golden thigh?
Fang Jueqian couldn’t help sneaking a glance at the Lord, but the moment he looked up, he was dumbfounded.
Because they were far too close, so close that he could see his own tiny reflection in the Lord’s eyes.
The youth’s facial contours and bone structure were overwhelmingly superior, as if carved and sketched stroke by stroke with the sharpest knife and the calmest, most restrained brush by the Creator.
A miracle!
Stunned to the point of suffocation by the flawless visage, Fang Jueqian suddenly found that words which had been extremely difficult to utter weren’t quite so hard to say after all.
“Husband treats me very well.” He even grew more fluent. “I am a reasonable person.”
The youth sneered: “That bad habit of yours is the same as ever.”
He finally showed mercy and let go of his hand.
Fang Jueqian immediately scrambled to the corner of the wall, rubbing his bruised chin while staring at him vigilantly.
The youth sat lazily at the edge of the couch, in no hurry to administer treatment as his fingers lightly tapped the edge of the bed.
“Let me guess what you are angry about. Everything was fine before, neither the delivered items had problems, nor did you object to discipline harsher than this. There is no reason for you to kick up a fuss today. Thinking it over and over, I am confident I did not make any mistakes anywhere. Therefore, I conclude this:”
He smiled slightly: “You found out about me lying to you.”
Fang Jueqian’s eyes widened instantly.
How could this person be like this!
Inspecting his facial expression, the Lord grew even more certain:
“Who told you? No, nobody has the guts to do that. That means you figured it out yourself. From where?”
Without needing Fang Jueqian to answer, he had already found the answer:
“Aside from me, you have no access to people, things, or events that could help you understand this matter. The classic texts and writings you read are also completely under my control, and it is impossible for me to tell you the truth. That leaves only one possibility.”
The youth smiled with deep amusement:
“Fang Jueqian, is your memory recovering?”