Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 420: Return to Jing Permit

Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Return to Jing Permit

Xiao Chen bought breakfast with Yun Yue, and it was already eight in the morning when they returned to Shengting.

She casually ate a few bites before heading back to her room to catch up on some sleep.

Worried she wouldn’t rest comfortably, Xiao Chen lit a stick of sleeping incense for her. Yun Yue gazed at the unusually expensive incense, a flicker of doubt in her eyes, but she didn’t think much of it and fell asleep.

After she had fallen asleep, Xiao Chen covered her with a blanket, adjusted the air conditioning, and then left the room, his chiseled face suddenly exuding a chill as he entered his own room and closed the door.

He walked to his desk and turned on his computer; four faces appeared simultaneously on the screen, the Yu Leidian brothers and Zhai Quan, all wearing tense expressions.

"Master Chen."

"How is my eldest brother doing?"

The three brothers were particularly anxious. Despite seemingly not caring for their eldest brother Xiao Feng on the surface, how could they truly remain indifferent?

Leaning back in his chair, Xiao Chen’s lips parted softly, "He’s fine now, Yun Yue saved him."

"Miss Yun? Master Chen, are you sure you’re not joking?" Xiao Lei was incredulous.

Xiao Yu nodded in agreement. Both of them had never met Yun Yue, only having heard about her from Xiao Feng, Mr. Feng, and Xiao Dian.

She’s exceptionally good at fighting, fencing, incredibly beautiful and also a top student. Could it be that her medical skills are also excellent?!

Zhai Quan’s mischievous, handsome face broke into a richly amused smile; he was becoming more eager to meet this "little wife."

Xiao Chen gave them a sharp look, instantly feeling foolish for even considering deceiving them with such a matter.

But if it were true, it was terrifying. Even Elder Song had said he was powerless during his last coordination with Mr. Feng, and that even special medications were useless. Could Miss Yun really have cured him?

"How is the task I assigned you coming along?" Xiao Chen asked, his hands crossed over his abdomen, his eyebrows furrowing with a frosty chill.

Dare to target his woman, and he would unearth their ancestral graves.

Xiao Dian nodded slightly, "Don’t worry, Qiu Jun hasn’t been around lately, things went very smoothly. We took down several of their underground trading spots, and we’ve captured Poison Centipede."

He and Xiao Yu, upon receiving orders, had attacked from both sides. Added to the already fierce disputed restricted area, they captured Poison Centipede without losing many men.

"In Beihai as well, from now on, we will never allow a ship associated with the Underground Alliance to pass," Zhai Quan’s fair face showed a rare trace of ruthlessness. Daring to target their little wife, he’d dig out their ancestral graves.

After speaking, his expression quickly shifted to one of being ingratiatingly pleasant. "Master Chen, don’t you think I should take a vacation? I can leave things here to Xiao Lei while I come to Beijing to see you."

He was curious to see if this remarkable "little wife" was truly as beautiful and capable as Feng Ye described.

Xiao Chen saw through his intentions at a glance and chuckled dismissively.

"Go back."

"Thank you, Master Chen." Zhai Quan hurriedly responded, already thinking about how he should approach the "little wife."

Xiao Lei and Xiao Yu exchanged a look, the brothers understanding each other perfectly, almost instantly knowing what the other was thinking.

"Right, according to our investigation, someone visited the Nan Family Cemetery; there were signs of a struggle at the scene. I suspect Qiu Jun went there to capture Nan Jingchen."

They were incredibly shocked when they heard this news.

Nan Jingchen was still alive!

All these years, and they had never discovered it!

But why would Miss Yun appear with Nan Jingchen at the Nan Family Cemetery?

It seemed to confuse them like a fog in between, thinking of asking Xiao Feng once he woke up, as he should have a clearer idea.

"Uh-huh." Xiao Chen responded indifferently, his dark, deep-set eyes projecting an unusual calmness.

The others exchanged glances. Could it be that he had already known?

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Yun Yue slept until five in the afternoon, her head felt exceptionally heavy, her eyes foggy, and it took her a few minutes sitting on the bed edge before she could stand up.

Walking into the living room, she immediately smelt the rich aroma of chicken soup, and just as she was about to speak, she realized that the person in the kitchen was not him.

"Aunt Qiong, why are you here?" Yun Yue was somewhat surprised.

In the kitchen, Jiang Qiong was stirring, and Housekeeper Xiao was chopping, both coordinating well. Housekeeper Xiao demonstrated skilled knife work, multitasking between chopping and watching the pot, his old face fraught with worry.

Seeing her awake, Jiang Qiong immediately noticed her wrists wrapped in gauze and without another word, she set down her spatula and rushed over to Yun Yue, looking anxious.

Relieved about the dish in the pot, Housekeeper Xiao quickly put down his knife, picked up the spatula, and started cooking, simultaneously casting a grateful glance at Yun Yue.

Miss Yun’s injury wasn’t serious. Actually, if she had completed the cooking, she might have ended up in the hospital.

After all these years, the lady’s cooking skills had always been hard to describe; it had been tough for the young master and master.

"Auntie, let me take a look at your hands." Jiang Qiong approached, and before Yun Yue could say anything, carefully held her hands in her own, feeling a twinge at the sight.

Though bandaged, the skin around was still red, indicating how painful the wounds were.

"It must hurt, right?!" Jiang Qiong looked up, her eyes filled with concern.

Yun Yue had just met Housekeeper Xiao’s gaze when she looked away and shook her head as if nothing was wrong, "It’s okay, not painful."

While they spoke, Housekeeper Xiao had already added the seasonings, moving so quickly as if someone had a knife to his throat.

Her lips couldn’t help but twitch, starting to understand why Xiao Chen would cook.

"Aunt Qiong, why don’t you take a break? I see that Housekeeper Xiao is quite good at cooking. Let her do it, and I can watch TV with you."

Yun Yue didn’t give her a chance to refuse, and in fact, Jiang Qiong wouldn’t refuse her anyway. She left a few instructions with Housekeeper Xiao and then sat down on the sofa with her.

Housekeeper Xiao was really caught between laughter and tears; only Miss Yun could persuade the lady, neither the master nor the young master could.

She had never eaten her own cooking; no matter how unpalatable, it was always swallowed down by the master and young master. She was fortunate to have tried it once, and could only say the master and young master were truly tolerant.

Seeing the two engrossed in watching TV, he quickly took out his phone, "Young Master, no need to buy groceries. Miss Yun has woken up and pulled the lady to watch TV."

After hanging up, he resumed cooking. Half an hour later, Xiao Chen returned carrying some fruits and snacks. Seeing the two deeply absorbed in watching TV on the sofa, he washed the fruits, arranged them in a basket, and placed them on the coffee table.

He sat next to Yun Yue, his long legs bent, arms resting on his thighs, his distinct fingers skillfully peeling lychees.

The first one he handed towards Yun Yue’s mouth, but she slightly leaned her head back, took it from him and handed it to Jiang Qiong, "Aunt Qiong, you eat first."

Jiang Qiong suddenly laughed, "I’m not eating, I’m peeling it for you."

Saying so, she directly fed it to her, her smile intense.

"Madam, Young Master, Miss Yun, time to eat." Housekeeper Xiao emerged from the kitchen, wearing Xiao Feng’s adorable apron, seeming much younger.

Jiang Qiong ladled out a bowl of chicken soup for Yun Yue, "Yueyue, drink more chicken soup."

This chicken soup had been stewing for five hours, filled with precious nourishing herbs, specially made to help her recover.