see through

see through

Zeng Chenhua narrowed his eyes, as if deep in thought. His lips were tightly pressed together, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

However, Zeng Chenhua recalled his childhood. It seemed that Jiang Chaoyu had acquired this skill not from now on, but from back then. Otherwise, how could a little girl escape the sharp-eyed imperial kitchen that didn't miss a single mouse?

Thinking about it this way, it seems even more important not to alert the enemy. He wants to see just how many secrets Jiang Chaoyu has.

They summoned Yunqi to investigate the mysterious Jingnan organization.

Unbeknownst to many, snakes had been lurking in the capital, waiting to awaken. Now, their hibernation is about to end, and the snakes are about to emerge from their burrows.

It seems things can't be hidden underground anymore.

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Jiang Chaoyu felt better earlier, but when she returned to the hospital, her wound started bleeding again.

In Cui Cui's eyes, it had only been half a day since she last saw her. Yet, her young mistress was pale, her chest, which she was clutching, was still bleeding, and her fingers were stained with blood. She was walking unsteadily, and when she saw her, she managed a smile, as if to reassure her that everything was alright.

Upon seeing this, Cui Cui felt heartbroken and tears streamed down her face. She quickly went forward to help Jiang Chaoyu to her room to rest.

Jiang Chaoyu's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain, but she still gently comforted Cui Cui, saying, "It's okay, it's just a small injury."

In Jiang Chaoyu's eyes, Cui Cui was always worried about her. All the tears that Jiang Chaoyu hadn't shed were shed by Cui Cui. At this moment, Cui Cui's eyes were also full of tears, and she raised her head to prevent them from falling easily.

She was supporting herself while trying to hold back her tears; her pitiful appearance must have broken anyone's heart.

After Cui Cui helped herself to bed, Jiang Chaoyu took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears that had welled up in Cui Cui's eyes. The tears seeped through the handkerchief and reached Jiang Chaoyu's fingertips, feeling quite hot.

Jiang Chaoyu put away the handkerchief, her heart burning with anguish. Yet, she sighed, realizing that it was all because Cui Cui was crying for the original owner of this body. She herself was merely an imposter, seemingly enjoying something that didn't belong to her while wearing someone else's identity.

Since she came here, she has often gotten bruises on her body from practicing martial arts. She really feels sorry for the Jiang Chaoyu from before, but she has also protected herself and Cui Cui from being easily bullied by others.

"Cui Cui, don't cry, or I'll start crying too." Jiang Chaoyu gently cupped Cui Cui's face, bright tear tracks streaming down her rosy cheeks. He felt Cui Cui's tears fall and gather in his palm.

A comforting smile forced onto his pale face as he looked at Cui Cui with tender eyes.

Hearing her young mistress say this, Cui Cui pursed her lips, holding back her tears, and said in a voice with obvious sobs, "Okay."

"I'm not... very..." she choked up as she spoke, and two more tears streamed down her face.

When Cui Cui, who was standing in front of him, started crying again, he quickly used a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Alright, alright, go fetch me a basin of water." Seeing that comforting her had no effect, he instructed Cui Cui to fetch water for her to change clothes and treat her wounds.

Upon hearing this, Cui Cui immediately wiped away her tears with her sleeve and hurriedly came out to fetch water for her mistress.

Alone in her room, Jiang Chaoyu took off her clothes and looked at the wound on her right side, only to find it was still bleeding.

Remembering that Zeng Chenhua had given her medicine some time ago, she took it out and applied it externally.

I gently opened the bottle and poured the powder inside onto the wound. I thought it would only sting slightly, but when I sprinkled it on, it felt like being stung by poisonous ants, causing waves of excruciating pain.

Jiang Chaoyu clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, the veins on her neck bulged, and sweat kept pouring from her forehead. She grabbed a handkerchief from the bedside and stuffed it into her mouth, then continued to pour it onto her wound.

After the medicine was applied, I realized that my clothes were soaked with sweat on my back.

Just then, Cui Cui, carrying water, entered the room and saw Jiang Chaoyu spitting out the handkerchief from her mouth, her forehead damp with sweat.

"Cui Cui, bring me a change of clothes."

Her clothes were stained with blood and sweat, and Jiang Chaoyu really wanted to change them.

She took the handkerchief and wiped her bleeding skin, removing the streaks of blood.

The water in the basin was soaked with blood, and the handkerchief was also stained red.

"Pour this water somewhere you don't know, so your father and sister won't find it."

"yes."

After all that, Jiang Chaoyu was exhausted and just wanted to rest.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, when Cui Cui returned, Jiang Chaoyu had already fallen asleep, so she quietly closed the door.

A spark suddenly ignited, followed by countless sparks that seemed to leap and cheer, "hand in hand," on rooftops, on doors, or even on passersby.

All Jiang Chaoyu saw was raging flames, and she climbed step by step up to the plaque of the Jiang residence. The entire Jiang residence was engulfed in flames, but strangely, no one escaped.

Jiang Chaoyu stood in front of the Jiang residence, oblivious to the fury emanating from her, and even walked step by step into the mansion. She had no idea why she had suddenly appeared there; it was as if she were in a dream.

As if smelling a burning odor, he slowly stepped inside, large beads of sweat seeping from his forehead and slowly trickling down his cheeks.

In the chaotic crowd, Jiang Chaoyu spotted Jiang Yuyao, who was wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly. When Jiang Chaoyu tried to grab her, she missed.

As she ran off to another spot, Jiang Chaoyu called out loudly to Jiang Yuyao's retreating figure, "Sister!"

The other person seemed not to hear and continued searching for an exit.

But that cry didn't come from Jiang Chaoyu's heart; it sounded more like the original owner of the body had uttered it. Back at the manor, Jiang Yuyao had never given her a kind look, so why did she care about her so much?

Jiang Chaoyu thought of Cuicui again, and she really wanted to know where Cuicui was.

Walking into her own courtyard, she looked around anxiously, but couldn't find Cuicui. She called out again, "Cuicui, where are you?" No matter how much Jiang Chaoyu called until her throat hurt, she still couldn't see Cuicui.

She's still sleeping, so why is she suddenly here? Is she dreaming?

Jiang Chaoyu slapped herself, but found that she felt nothing at all.

Only now did Jiang Chaoyu finally realize that it really was a dream, and she struggled to figure out how to get out of the dream.

She placed her hand on the flame, which flickered and burned her hand in the wind, but she felt no pain. This method had to be abandoned.

Jiang Chaoyu withdrew her hand and looked around, but found nothing.

The people in the mansion were still running, and the entire Jiang mansion was filled with the roar of flames and people's screams and cries for help. No one thought about putting out the fire.

Jiang Chaoyu wandered aimlessly, but then she saw a person holding a torch in the corridor. The back of the person looked exactly like Zeng Chenhua. Jiang Chaoyu tentatively called out, "Second Prince?"

The person seemed not to hear Jiang Chaoyu's voice and continued walking forward. They kept calling her name, as if anxiously searching for her.

Seeing this, Jiang Chaoyu had no choice but to chase after him, wanting to see what he was up to. The light from the flames shone on her face, but she felt no burning sensation whatsoever.

It was as if the people in the dream couldn't see her, just like the person in front of her couldn't hear their own voice.

Jiang Chaoyu hurried forward, trying to grab his torch, thinking that he might be the arsonist, but instead grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Chaoyu was startled, her expression changed drastically, and her hand was still warm. Why was she able to grab him when she clearly couldn't touch him in the dream? Why could she feel his warmth?

The man slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Chaoyu, who was holding his wrist.

Jiang Chaoyu sensed something was wrong, looked up and met a pair of dark eyes staring intently at her. Her body stiffened, and she realized that it really was Zeng Chenhua. But why was he here again?

In an instant, her eyes softened, and she said, "Xiaoyu, I've finally found you."

Just as I was about to speak, I woke up from the dream.

When I opened my eyes, I met a pair of eyes scrutinizing me, and the owner of those eyes was very close to me.

The same eyes, for a moment Jiang Chaoyu couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality... she was completely stunned.

She paused for a moment, then pinched her arm hard until she felt a stinging pain, realizing she had returned to reality.

At the same time, Zeng Chenhua did not realize that he only wanted to come to Jiang Chaoyu's room to find the scroll and take a look at her, but he did not expect Jiang Chaoyu to wake up so quickly.

My breath was slightly warm, my heart was racing, and I bumped into a pair of sleepy yet immediately alert eyes.

Jiang Chaoyu pulled the blanket tighter and moved to the innermost part of the bed, speaking first: "Second Prince, barging into the boudoir of an unmarried woman like this might damage my reputation."

Zeng Chenhua avoided eye contact and looked away, feeling apologetic as he said, "I am sorry for offending you, but I have come to retrieve the scroll that Miss Jiang took."

A scroll?!

Jiang Chaoyu didn't remember it at first, but then she remembered that it seemed to have happened.

However, Jiang Chaoyu's eyes flickered, and she had a plan in mind.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. At this moment, she looked completely at a loss, and said aggrievedly, "I don't know what the Second Prince means."

Although she said that, she was actually thinking a bad idea: "The scroll is on the left cabinet of the dressing table. It must not be discovered."

Jiang Chaoyu's thoughts reached Zeng Chenhua's ears, and he noticed that Jiang Chaoyu had just glanced at the dressing table behind him.

Zeng Chenhua curled his lips, as if he knew Jiang Chaoyu's secret, and said playfully, "Oh, what if I find it here?"

Following Jiang Chaoyu's gaze, she looked at the dressing table and then strolled towards it. Jiang Chaoyu pretended to obstruct her, saying, "Second Prince, that is just my dressing table."

But Zeng Chenhua quickened his pace even more.

Jiang Chaoyu thought to herself, "I can't let him find it at the second counter!"

As a result, Jiang Chaoyu watched as Zeng Chenhua took the scroll directly from the second counter and held it in front of her to show that he had found it.

It was just a scroll, and Jiang Chaoyu had already copied it and placed it elsewhere. The purpose of this scroll was to test whether Zeng Chenhua could really read her thoughts.

Unexpectedly, I had figured it out myself.

Jiang Chaoyu was overjoyed. No wonder she kept running into Zeng Chenhua when she was on missions before. So that's why.

At this moment, Jiang Chaoyu feigned fear, but inwardly she was overjoyed. A barely perceptible glint flashed in her eyes, and after a moment, she said, feigning terror:

"Second Prince, I don't know why this scroll ended up with me!"