The Emperor Wants To Marry The Doctor

“The Nine Clouds Yuan Recovery Pill has been stolen.”

Shangguan Wan naturally didn’t believe this, but she could tell that Jiang Yucheng didn’t seem to be lying.
Resentment filled her heart.
“When can we get it back then?”

Jiang Yucheng lowered his eyelids.
“I don’t know.”

“What am I going to do then?” Shangguan Wan ran out of patience to continue putting up an act.
“If I can’t lift the Tianling Power Staff on that day—”

“That’s your business.
You’re the one with the Tianling royal family’s bloodline, so that’s something you should solve on your own.” Because his mind was a little fuzzy from the alcohol, the way he spoke was a little more curt than usual.
“A’Yue wouldn’t be troubled by this sort of thing.”

Dead silence instantly descended on them.

Thunderstruck, Shangguan Wan stared at Jiang Yucheng in wide-eyed disbelief.
“W-what did you just say?”

Realizing that he had misspoken, Jiang Yucheng spoke a little gentler this time.
“It was just a casual remark.
You don’t have to take it to heart.”

“You still have feelings for her, right?” Shangguan Wan’s eyes shone with resentment and jealousy as she grabbed his wrist and questioned him.
“You think that I’m inferior to her, don’t you?!”

The thought of the fire back then made Shangguan Wan clench her teeth and release Jiang Yucheng’s wrist.
“You better remember what you promised me, Jiang Yucheng!”

She then angrily turned around to leave.

Jiang Yucheng stopped her.
“Wait.
Did you go to visit His Majesty? How’s his condition?”

Shangguan Wan didn’t answer him, for she hadn’t taken this matter to heart at all.
She had only gone there twice and had only stayed for a short while each time.

Jiang Yucheng warned, “Don’t you know how important His Majesty regaining his consciousness is for us—”

“Enough—I get it! I know what to do!” Irritated, Shangguan Wan sidestepped him and quickly left the room.

All that fuss had made Jiang Yucheng sober up.
He walked back to the table, took out that wooden box once more, and stared at it for a good while. Actually, there’s no point in me keeping this thing…

He tried to burn the box with the painting but ultimately couldn’t bear to do it after a few failed attempts.
Thus, he put it back in its original position.

Xiahou Rong? Jiang Yucheng sat down in his chair before saying, “Let him in.”

Xiahou Rong entered the study moments later.
He was wearing a black outfit that completely hid his figure; one wouldn’t be able to recognize him in the dark if they didn’t look at him closely.

Someone else—looking equally concealed—was behind him, and that person was none other than Xiahou Tingan.

Jiang Yucheng leaned back in his chair as he regarded the father-son duo coldly.
“It looks like you’re here to return me something?”

An awkward expression appeared on Xiahou Rong’s face as he gulped his saliva down with much difficulty.
Then, he turned to his son and scolded, “Hurry up and apologize to Eldest Young Master Jiang!”

An injured-looking Xiahou Tingan went down on his knees.
“E-Eldest Young Master Jiang—”

“Save the talk.” Jiang Yucheng had no patience for him and just wanted to get straight to the point.
“Return it to me first, and we can talk about the other things afterward.”

Xiahou Rong’s countenance grew pale.
“I-it’s missing!”