Seeing Nan Yujin kneel, Nan Shiying felt a bit disappointed. Nan Yujin felt a chill run through his body as he sensed her sudden loss of anger.
This woman was truly venomous to the extreme!
Nan Shiying raised her hand to cover her mouth, yawning. She waved at Nan Yujin, her voice dismissive, as if spoken through clenched teeth, "Since you like kneeling so much, you can kneel in this corridor. Kneel until..." Nan Shiying looked up at the sky, then said, "Kneel until Chenshi, alright?"
Lü Wan's expression was a little strange. Since the madam wanted Nan Yujin to kneel all night, why would she pretend to check the time of day!
"You..."
"Does Young Master Nan find this unsatisfactory?"
Nan Shiying's slender fingers played with her sleeves, her eyes slightly downcast, gazing at the silver embroidery patterns on her sleeves. She didn't even grant Nan Yujin a direct glance, her expression arrogant and unrestrained.
The corners of her mouth curved into a beautiful arc. Her entire being was like a Lycoris radiating from the other side of the Yellow Springs. A deep malice surged from her. Where she stood, even the sky was stained with an inky hue.
Nan Yujin looked at Nan Shiying. It wasn't that he couldn't kneel, but if he did, his prestige and dignity would plummet to the abyss, utterly crushed and ground to dust.
He wanted to take a gamble!
He gambled that Nan Shiying wouldn't resort to violence within the Nan manor!
"My lady, I beg your pardon, but I cannot be so obedient." Nan Yujin's back was straight, his eyes fixed intently on Nan Shiying.
"Oh?"
Nan Shiying's expression darkened, and Lü Wan suddenly moved.
Her figure was like the wind, instantly disappearing from Nan Shiying's side. When she reappeared, her form was infinitely close to Nan Yujin.
Nan Yujin's pupils contracted. He slapped the ground, using the force to leap into the air. As he quickly got up, he raised his hand. Lü Wan transformed her hand into a palm, striking towards Nan Yujin's neck. From the outset, it was a killing move. After Nan Yujin blocked her palm with his arm, she advanced instead of retreating, her palm condensing into a fist, punching towards Nan Yujin's throat.
Her movements were swift and fierce. Nan Yujin was overwhelmed and could only passively defend, barely blocking Lü Wan's punch. Lü Wan raised her leg and delivered a vicious whip kick to Nan Yujin's shoulder. Nan Yujin felt the force as heavy as Mount Tai. His legs went weak, and he was about to fall to his knees.
Nan Yujin used his hand to support himself on the ground, resisting kneeling with all his might. Simultaneously, he flicked his right hand upwards, his index and middle fingers together, poking towards the hollow of Lü Wan's knee. The moment Nan Yujin struck, Lü Wan tilted her body to the right, and the leg resting on Nan Yujin's shoulder also tilted to the right. Nan Yujin's fingers poked into Lü Wan's kneecap.
Fingers colliding with hard bone, Lü Wan's skin around her knee was poked with bloodstains. Nan Yujin's finger let out a crisp crack. Nan Yujin let out a muffled groan, his features contorting with the sudden, intense pain.
Using Nan Yujin's body as an axis, Lü Wan suddenly raised her other leg, both legs airborne, and kicked towards Nan Yujin's chest.
One kick, two kicks, three kicks!
He was kicked flying. Nan Yujin's body soared through the air and crashed heavily against a pillar of the corridor. A sweet taste filled Nan Yujin's mouth, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood!
Lü Wan was relentless. Her figure moved swiftly, closing in. Just as her hand was about to land on Nan Yujin's neck, Nan Shiying called out to stop Lü Wan's movement: "Enough!"
Her tone was listless, as if she were somewhat tired. Her slightly reddened lower eyelids made her face look even more enchanting.
Lü Wan instantly stopped her movement. After casting a cold glance at Nan Yujin, she retreated to Nan Shiying's side. Nan Shiying looked at Nan Yujin's miserable state, let out a sneer, and waved at him as if dismissing a dog, "Scram!"
With that, she turned and walked towards the Pinglan Pavilion.
After Nan Shiying left, a figure flashed past the arched doorway.
Nan Yujin clutched his chest and slowly walked back to his courtyard. With every step, the pain intensified. He coughed violently, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, as if his injuries were particularly severe.
"Young Master!"
A servant boy by Nan Chaoyin's side stopped Nan Yujin and took out a small porcelain bottle from his怀, handing it over with both hands: "Medicine for invigorating blood and dispelling stasis."
So, his father knew everything that had just happened? Or was he watching from a place they couldn't see at the time?
Ha, in his father's heart, was there only Nan Yuan'er from beginning to end?
"No need!" His expression was cold, a hint of ferocity in his brow.
The servant boy did not move aside but smiled at Nan Yujin, "Young Master, the Master has his own plans. Although Young Master may resent and be dissatisfied at this moment, when the time is right, Young Master will surely understand the Master and be sincerely grateful."
The servant boy smiled, speaking ambiguous words, like a reminder or a preemptive bet. Seeing Nan Yujin lost in thought, the servant boy smiled again, "Young Master, this medicine is very precious. Even the Master is reluctant to use it, which shows the Master's affection for you."
Nan Yujin hesitated and reached out, taking the medicine.
What was his father plotting? Why did even the servant boy by his side know about it but kept it from him alone?
"So Father..."
"Young Master!"
The servant boy interrupted Nan Yujin's words, bowed to Nan Yujin, and took his leave, "Since the medicine has been delivered, this humble one shall take his leave!"
He gave Nan Yujin no time to react, turning and leaving as soon as he spoke. His steps were not large, but in the blink of an eye, he had already disappeared from Nan Yujin's sight.
Nan Yujin might have been distracted by the servant boy's words, but his gaze remained fixed on the servant boy. The moment the servant boy disappeared from his sight, Nan Yujin suddenly realized that this servant boy by his father's side was not an ordinary person. He possessed martial arts!
Nan Shiying walked towards the Pinglan Pavilion. During this time, no one else dared to provoke her. Nan Shiying's arrival was sudden, and the maids in the Nan manor had received no news. When she first entered the Pinglan Pavilion, there were only three old women inside, lounging comfortably with their eyes closed on the soft couch in the main bedroom, humming a tune.
Even as Nan Shiying walked into the room, they seemed to not have heard any movement, still reclining on the couch.
"Cough cough~"
Nan Shiying stopped Lü Wan, clenched her fist, and placed it by her mouth, letting out a soft cough.
One of the old women impatiently waved her hand and said, "What are you coughing for? This Ping..." Before she could finish, she suddenly paused. Apart from the three old women, there wasn't even a mouse in the Pinglan Pavilion. Since the three of them were lying here, who was speaking?