Chapter 11.1

As soon as Wei Lan finished speaking, a group of men in black jumped out of the surrounding area. Wei Lan grabbed Xie Zichen’s hand, pulled him back, and jumped out of the encirclement.

As the two sides fought, Wei Lan threw his steel sword away and made a “please” gesture to Xie Zichen, and said, “Fourth Master Xie, let’s go another way.”

Xie Zichen nodded and threw the steel knife aside, the two turned their heads and changed directions, Wei Lan’s hands were folded in his sleeves, his wooden clogs clacked on the ground, and he looked up at the bright moon and said, “It seems that the elders have made a move this time.”

Xie Zichen did not speak, of course, he understood, Xie Jie did not have the guts to call these killers. He just wondered, in his last life, the elders did not strike, why in this life, did Xie Jie’s father make a move?

Xie Zichen’s eyes were lowered in contemplation, while Wei Lan was quietly admiring Xie Zichen’s beauty at the side. After sending Xie Zichen to the door of Xie’s house, Wei Lan finally spoke out and sighed,” I can’t bear the thought of missing you when I send you home.”

“Oh.” Xie Zichen turned around and walked into the mansion. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around and said, “Despite the fact that the people of Chu’s are more tolerant, having such a fetish is ultimately wrong; you should be scared that it will impede the future and should exercise restraint.”

Hearing this, Wei Lan raised her eyebrows and said softly, “I’m just doing this to Fourth Young Master Xie.”

Xie Zichen’s face twitched, feeling that he could not stop the other party, so he simply turned around and left.

After seeing Xie Zichen enter the house, Wei Lan turned around and went back to the Marquis of Changxin’s residence. Halfway there, Dian Mo wiped the blood on her face and rushed up, saying, “Miss, you and Xie Si [1] have only met a few times, and you’re so devoted?”

“So devoted?” Wei Lan raised her eyebrows, quite surprised: “Aren’t these the most basic respect for a beauty?”

Dian Mo: “……”

“Dian Mo ah,” Wei Lan strolled in the alleys of the imperial city, looking up at the bright moon, listening to the rattling sound of wooden clogs, said in a rambling voice,” Merry is also a kind of grace.” [2]

Dian Mo: “……”

She thought she was stupid; how could their young lady think normally?

Thinking about it this way, she suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Xie Zichen. 

If Xie Zichen accidentally fell in love with his young lady and found out that this is a woman who takes flirtatious as a temperament ……

Dian Mo can’t help but shiver, feeling that he couldn’t think about it anymore.