Cold poison attack

“Who is it?!”

Lan Yuhong’s face showed a hint of tension as she watched Xiao Fan enter the courtyard.

But seeing the newcomer’s luxurious attire and extraordinary demeanor, she quickly bowed and respectfully said:

“Greetings, Young Master.”

Xiao Fan paused, “Hmm? This should be our first meeting, right?”

“You know me?”

“No, but Yuhong has seen portraits of the Elders and core members of the Xiao Family and committed them to memory, so as not to be disrespectful or offend them if I encounter them.”

Lan Yuhong spoke cautiously.

As an outsider entering the Xiao Family, unable to cultivate, others wouldn't say anything if they saw her.

But she clearly understood her place; she had to be clear about her status when dealing with members of the Xiao Family, to avoid calling someone by the wrong name and offending them.

Lan Yuhong’s attire and actions were graceful and proper, without a hint of flattery.

Her delicate appearance, respectful yet not fawning expression, and faint smile, combined with her somewhat sickly pale face, made her seem truly pitiable.

Her thoughts were indeed meticulous.

Her expression and demeanor were also very natural, and her bowing action was so practiced it was heartbreaking, done with great care.

It seemed that besides her beautiful face, Lan Yuhong also possessed the virtues of being graceful, proper, and meticulous in her thoughts—another bonus point.

Living day in and day out with such an understanding girl, if Xiao Yun wasn’t moved, he was either impotent or gay.

Very well, then I must take you for myself!

Lan Yuhong put down the broom in her hand and smiled faintly:

“Young Master, please have a seat. I’ll go pour you a cup of hot tea.”

However, as if remembering something, a distinguished Young Master like him must have tasted all kinds of tea, so she added:

“My humble abode is simple and my hospitality lacking; please bear with me, Young Master.”

Xiao Fan walked into the courtyard, and what met his eyes was a clean and tidy ground. It was indeed simple, but there were no Sundries, and various items were neatly arranged, clearly indicating it was well-maintained.

He waved his hand, telling Lan Yuhong to stop.

“No need to trouble yourself. I’m just here to understand the situation; it won’t take much time.”

“Understand the situation?” Lan Yuhong was stunned. Did the Young Master need to personally come to understand the situation?

“Yes, I’ve heard about your situation. You were born with a cold poison, and your brother, Xiao Yun, has been traveling far and wide, seeking doctors and Spirit Medicine, to cure you.”

“Such deep sibling affection,” Xiao Fan said with a faint smile.

“I apologize for troubling the Young Master with such a minor matter; I hope you don’t mind,” Lan Yuhong said apologetically.

“Mind? No, no, no. Xiao Yun’s act of setting up a Arena and fighting to earn Spirit Stones to save his sister is deeply moving. I rushed over after hearing about it, to see if I could help.”

Xiao Fan’s words made Lan Yuhong pause.

“Young Master, did you just say my brother is fighting on a Arena?”

Lan Yuhong’s eyes showed confusion; she was clearly unaware of the situation.

“You didn’t know?”

Xiao Fan was also surprised.

Lan Yuhong shook her head: “My brother didn’t tell me. He hasn’t been back for several days, and he told me he was out on a mission to collect Spirit Medicine.”

“It seems your brother doesn’t want you to worry.”

“But don’t worry, his strength is very formidable. He’s currently challenging opponents of the same cultivation level, aiming for 100 consecutive victories. He’s already won 79 matches; he’s quite a Genius,” Xiao Fan said with a smile, secretly feeling wary in his heart. What a familiar routine.

Concealing the truth from the female lead, keeping her in the dark.

Then, through an outsider, relaying the events, letting them reach the female lead’s ears.

Thus, what the female lead sees is a man who silently sacrifices for her.

And the male lead’s reason for concealing it is likely that he doesn’t want her to feel pressured.

As long as the man isn’t a simp, and has some talent or strength, women are both sensual and emotional.

They tend to overthink things; say a few sweet words, and launch an attack, who wouldn’t fall for it?

Cliché!

Through his previous observation of Xiao Yun, Xiao Fan naturally drew this conclusion: he was cunning, and it indeed seemed like something he would do.

As expected, after hearing Xiao Fan’s words, Lan Yuhong’s face showed some anxiety.

“He promised me he would cultivate diligently and not put himself in danger.”

“How could he lie to me?!”

She said this, but as everyone knows, women say one thing and mean another. Her anxiety was real, and so was her move.

At this moment, the two maidservants arranged by the Prefect also arrived at the small courtyard.

They hadn’t expected Xiao Fan to be there.

“Greetings, Young Master.”

“Who are you, and why are you here?” Xiao Fan asked.

Upon hearing this, the two immediately explained their purpose.

The Elder of the Internal Affairs Department had punished Xiao Yun, locking him in a dark room to reflect on his mistakes, crying and pleading for help in the main hall, recounting everything.

Lan Yuhong, listening nearby, had already reddened eyes and was in tears.

In her emotional state, the cold poison flared up. Lan Yuhong felt her vision blur, her head spin, and her body uncontrollably fall.

Xiao Fan, acting instinctively, wrapped his arm around Lan Yuhong’s slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

“It’s alright, I’ll take care of her. You two stand guard outside the door,” Xiao Fan said to the two maidservants who had come over.

Then, he scooped Lan Yuhong up in a princess carry and walked into her boudoir.

The two maidservants were dumbfounded; the Young Master was simply too kind.

He condescended to care for an ordinary person.

Indeed, in their eyes, someone of Xiao Fan’s status naturally wouldn’t be vulgar or attracted by mere beauty.

After all, given his status, countless people would rush to throw themselves at him, yet until now, not a single rumor had spread. The Young Master was simply the purest and most handsome man in the world.

With a warm, soft beauty in his arms, Xiao Fan inevitably felt his heart race. Her thick clothes could not conceal Lan Yuhong’s perfectly proportioned figure.

The fragrance of a maiden wafted towards him.

Young girls were always heart-stirring. As the most devoted person, Xiao Fan would always love eighteen-year-old girls, always…

Bah, now wasn’t the time for that. The strategy was about to begin.

Hehehe, although I don’t know what you, Xiao Yun, are plotting, I want you to see Lan Yuhong throwing herself into my arms, completely devoted to me.

Lan Yuhong in his arms was like a natural ice beauty. She was cold and uncomfortable all over, curling up, her hands tightly clutching Xiao Fan. Her already pale face actually turned somewhat bluish.

She trembled uncontrollably, her teeth chattering, and she mumbled in a low voice, uttering painful delirious words: “So cold, Mother, Yuhong is so cold.”

Ice crystals began to form on Lan Yuhong’s face, truly making her pretty face cold.

She needed a warm embrace, and being held, she pressed her pretty face tightly against Xiao Fan’s chest, wanting to use his warm chest to drive away the cold.

She clutched him tightly, like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline.

Lan Yuhong’s delicate face, pressed against Xiao Fan’s chest, emitted a coldness that froze Xiao Fan’s face to an ashen color.

“What the hell, what is this? It’s so cold just being close?”

Xiao Fan was shocked. He quickly placed Lan Yuhong on the bed.

The maiden’s body fragrance was alluring, but he had no such thoughts now. He used to say one could still enjoy it while it was warm after death.

But clearly not now.

The jade pendant on Lan Yuhong’s chest glowed like a torch, beginning to warm her delicate body, but it was to no avail; Lan Yuhong’s face remained as pale as snow.

“Such tenacious vitality. If it were an ordinary person, they would have died long ago.”

Looking at Lan Yuhong’s painful appearance, Xiao Fan couldn’t help but think that she had been plagued by this cold poison since childhood, enduring pain that ordinary people could not bear, yet she could still be so thoughtful and understanding.

Xiao Fan’s heart stirred.

Of course, his heart had long been shattered into millions of pieces; this was just one of them. Perhaps, this was the reason for his boundless love.

Xiao Fan cleared his thoughts and prepared to treat her.

According to the traditional Child of Destiny method, at this time, one should strip off clothes, be completely open, and use one’s own fiery body temperature to warm her body.

But Xiao Fan was a villain, and not a traditional villain; this kind of routine was clearly not suitable for him.

Moreover, Xiao Fan found this method hard to judge; it was more disgusting than outright forcing oneself, the lowest of means!

There was also a danger: if he got too excited by accident, he might lose his… well, you know.

“Let me see if there’s anything that can save her.”

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I didn’t even include any explicit content, yet it took half a day to review. I’m speechless.