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Chapter 922: Chapter 920: Trust Qin Muyan or Your Highness?

Su Hao frowned as well, “The handkerchief, I’m afraid the enemy troops have already searched for it and thrown it away.”

He felt a pang of regret. That handkerchief was embroidered for him by Wu Jinyan, containing her special sentiment, her name, and a specially made corner of spices. He had carried it for a long time, and now it was lost.

“Not lost! I handed the handkerchief and your sword together to Lu Ying.”

Su Yingxue reached out to Lu Ying, “Where is the handkerchief?”

Lu Ying seemed to suddenly remember, and then with a full face of apology said, “I’m sorry, Su Hao. In the chaos of defending against enemies, I lost it.”

“Lost?”

Su Yingxue appeared extremely agitated, “When I gave it to you, I told you it was an important item for my brother, and you just lost it like that?”

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional.”

Lu Ying bowed her head sincerely, “I know it was important, and I failed to protect it but… if the Princess wants to punish me, I am willing to accept it!”

She quickly knelt down to apologize to Su Yingxue.

Su Yingxue wanted to lash out at her, but Su Hao simply sighed softly, “Let it be, if it’s lost, it’s lost.”

He reached out with the hand that had been wrapped with the handkerchief and pulled Lu Ying up, whispering, “You take care of your injuries, Yingxue won’t blame you.”

“Yes.” Lu Ying, confronted with Su Hao’s tender voice, longed for it even more, her lips slightly raised.

“Brother! That’s something Sister Jinyan gave you!”

Su Yingxue’s gaze towards Su Hao was full of reproach; she felt that Su Hao didn’t care for or worry about Wu Jinyan as much as he used to.

Whenever Wu Jinyan was mentioned, his attitude was exceptionally cool, so much so that it seemed incredible to her.

“I know, Yingxue, you’ve been busy for days now, take a rest.”

Su Hao seemed to have no intention of prolonging the topic and sat by himself in a corner, back turned to them, radiating a deep melancholy.

Without a word, Lu Ying sat beside him. The two of them weren’t completely touching, but their intimate posture made it difficult not to misconstrue their previously innocent relationship.

Feeling left out of the conversation, Su Yingxue didn’t say much more,

Her annoyed steps took her to Chu Yihan’s side, who had been the quietest over the past few days.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, brewing something silently and mysteriously, instilling a sense of his power but also unease.

Su Yingxue approached him, intending to ask if he wanted to eat something or drink some spiritual spring water.

Before she could speak, Chu Yihan asked, “Do you trust Your Highness?”

Su Yingxue was taken aback and quickly replied, “Of course I trust Your Highness. In this world, if I don’t trust Your Highness, whom else can I trust?”

“What about Qin Mu Yan? If he were the commander today, would you trust him as you trust Your Highness?” Chu Yihan’s eyes suddenly sharpened, like a mirror flashing with cold light, clearly reflecting every psychological reaction of hers, leaving her no room for hesitation or pretense.

Such a gaze made Su Yingxue uncomfortable, even somewhat averse.

Therefore, she didn’t bother concealing the truth and spoke frankly, “I trust that Qin Mu Yan is also a capable commander. He could solve our current predicament just as Your Highness could, but the difference between the two of you…”

“Enough.”

A dark storm seemed to swirl in the depths of Chu Yihan’s eyes.

He stood up and walked outside, growing increasingly stern and solemn, like a god impervious to violation, exuding a sense of distance.

Chapter 922: Chapter 920: Trust Qin Muyan or Your Highness?

Su Hao frowned as well, “The handkerchief, I’m afraid the enemy troops have already searched for it and thrown it away.”

He felt a pang of regret. That handkerchief was embroidered for him by Wu Jinyan, containing her special sentiment, her name, and a specially made corner of spices. He had carried it for a long time, and now it was lost.

“Not lost! I handed the handkerchief and your sword together to Lu Ying.”

Su Yingxue reached out to Lu Ying, “Where is the handkerchief?”

Lu Ying seemed to suddenly remember, and then with a full face of apology said, “I’m sorry, Su Hao. In the chaos of defending against enemies, I lost it.”

“Lost?”

Su Yingxue appeared extremely agitated, “When I gave it to you, I told you it was an important item for my brother, and you just lost it like that?”

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional.”

Lu Ying bowed her head sincerely, “I know it was important, and I failed to protect it but… if the Princess wants to punish me, I am willing to accept it!”

She quickly knelt down to apologize to Su Yingxue.

Su Yingxue wanted to lash out at her, but Su Hao simply sighed softly, “Let it be, if it’s lost, it’s lost.”

He reached out with the hand that had been wrapped with the handkerchief and pulled Lu Ying up, whispering, “You take care of your injuries, Yingxue won’t blame you.”

“Yes.” Lu Ying, confronted with Su Hao’s tender voice, longed for it even more, her lips slightly raised.

“Brother! That’s something Sister Jinyan gave you!”

Su Yingxue’s gaze towards Su Hao was full of reproach; she felt that Su Hao didn’t care for or worry about Wu Jinyan as much as he used to.

Whenever Wu Jinyan was mentioned, his attitude was exceptionally cool, so much so that it seemed incredible to her.

“I know, Yingxue, you’ve been busy for days now, take a rest.”

Su Hao seemed to have no intention of prolonging the topic and sat by himself in a corner, back turned to them, radiating a deep melancholy.

Without a word, Lu Ying sat beside him. The two of them weren’t completely touching, but their intimate posture made it difficult not to misconstrue their previously innocent relationship.

Feeling left out of the conversation, Su Yingxue didn’t say much more,

Her annoyed steps took her to Chu Yihan’s side, who had been the quietest over the past few days.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, brewing something silently and mysteriously, instilling a sense of his power but also unease.

Su Yingxue approached him, intending to ask if he wanted to eat something or drink some spiritual spring water.

Before she could speak, Chu Yihan asked, “Do you trust Your Highness?”

Su Yingxue was taken aback and quickly replied, “Of course I trust Your Highness. In this world, if I don’t trust Your Highness, whom else can I trust?”

“What about Qin Mu Yan? If he were the commander today, would you trust him as you trust Your Highness?” Chu Yihan’s eyes suddenly sharpened, like a mirror flashing with cold light, clearly reflecting every psychological reaction of hers, leaving her no room for hesitation or pretense.

Such a gaze made Su Yingxue uncomfortable, even somewhat averse.

Therefore, she didn’t bother concealing the truth and spoke frankly, “I trust that Qin Mu Yan is also a capable commander. He could solve our current predicament just as Your Highness could, but the difference between the two of you…”

“Enough.”

A dark storm seemed to swirl in the depths of Chu Yihan’s eyes.

He stood up and walked outside, growing increasingly stern and solemn, like a god impervious to violation, exuding a sense of distance.