Chapter 1110: Gift

Yu Yanluo waved her hand towards the periphery, signaling the many masters of the Yu family not to approach. At the same time, her gaze towards Zu An became strange. She wondered if this guy possessed some kind of magic over women, considering how even someone like Yan Xuehen could become entangled with him.

Zu An was also bewildered. "Sect Master Yan, familiarity is one thing, but if you spread rumors, I'll sue you for defamation! When did we ever spend a night together?" With Yun Jianyue by his side, he naturally didn't need to fight Yan Xuehen to the death, nor did he need to provoke her by calling her an "old Daoist nun" anymore.

"What nonsense..." Yan Xuehen frowned, but noticing the strange looks from Yun Jianyue and Yu Yanluo, she finally understood the ambiguity in her earlier words. A blush appeared on her pale cheeks, fortunately hidden by her veil. She snorted, saying with a mix of shame and annoyance, "I meant that night in the Great Snow Mountain ice cave, it was actually you who acted."

[System message: Rage points from Yan Xuehen!]

"Sect Master Yan must be joking. According to the information I received, it was Gold Medal Eleven who helped Madam Yu and the Duke at that time." Zu An's heart skipped a beat. Could she have guessed that he was Gold Medal Eleven?

"That's right, I saw it with my own eyes, and the Duke can also testify. I don't know why Sect Master Yan would say such a thing," Yu Yanluo naturally helped to explain.

"Your relationship is indeed extraordinary, acting like a husband and wife," Yan Xuehen snorted. "Believing whatever others say is something only fools do. For us, we naturally need to make our own judgments."

"I basically didn't hold back just now, and this young man's life was on the line several times. Yet, in such a critical situation, he never attempted to summon the Imperial Edict, proving that his edict had already been used." Yan Xuehen paused, "The only time an Imperial Edict was recently used in Yunzhong Commandery was during the Great Snow Mountain incident. Such a massive disturbance couldn't be hidden from anyone."

"Tell me, why did you pin it on Gold Medal Eleven? What are you hiding?" After speaking, she looked sharply at the two of them.

At this, even Yun Jianyue's eyes became a little dangerous. From her experience in the palace, she naturally knew that Zu An was Gold Medal Eleven. She had believed it was a secret between the two of them. When Zu An had revealed this identity to her, she hadn't said anything aloud but was quite touched internally. But now it seemed other women also knew his identity as Gold Medal Eleven. Was this guy using these secrets to flirt with women? Thinking of this, her expression turned rather displeased.

[System message: Rage points from Yun Jianyue!]

Zu An glanced at her in surprise, unable to understand why she had suddenly gotten angry. However, the immediate priority was to answer Yan Xuehen's questions. "Mainly, it involved the deaths of several important figures in Yunzhong Commandery at that time. If my identity were involved, there might be unpredictable consequences later on."

"Furthermore, Gold Medal Eleven's movements are as elusive as a dragon's. I was also concerned that if my use of the Imperial Edict were exposed, other factions would target us without restraint. That's why I borrowed Gold Medal Eleven's name, to make people mistakenly believe I still possessed an Imperial Edict, thereby making them hesitant to act against us."

Hearing him say this, Yun Jianyue's expression eased considerably. So, this guy hadn't told anyone else that he was Gold Medal Eleven after all.

"Is that so?" Yan Xuehen was still somewhat suspicious, but the explanation was reasonable enough. Her gaze then fell on Yu Yanluo. "Madam Yu, given how close you two are, does the Duke of Yunzhong know about this?"

Yu Yanluo's heart skipped a beat, naturally understanding the underlying meaning of the question. She calmly replied, "This was discussed with the Duke at the time. Everything was decided for the greater good."

Seeing that Yan Xuehen seemed intent on pressing further, Zu An, worried about the fake Duke being exposed, quickly interjected, "Sect Master Yan, your junior brother's body is still preserved. You can personally examine it. With your senior's cultivation, you'll surely be able to tell who killed him."

"Hmph, I'll naturally go investigate," Yan Xuehen sneered. "Just now you were calling me an 'old Daoist nun' at every turn; now you're calling me 'senior'? I can't accept such a title."

Zu An immediately became serious and said, "Senior, you are so elegant and peerless. If we stood side by side on the street, you'd be too young to even be mistaken for my older sister. What scoundrel would dare call you an 'old Daoist nun'?"

Yu Yanluo: "..."Yun Jianyue: "..."

Yan Xuehen was also somewhat annoyed and embarrassed. She flicked her sleeve and left directly, saying, "How could Chu Yan fall for a scoundrel like you!"

Zu An hurriedly waved goodbye to her retreating figure. "Take care, Master-Sister! Tell our Chu Yan that I'll find a chance to visit her as soon as possible."

Yan Xuehen stumbled, almost falling from the sky.

First, "old Daoist nun" turned into "Sect Master Yan," and now "Master-Sister"? How could this guy be so thick-skinned! Fearing she might hear an even more outrageous title if she stayed, she left without looking back.

Seeing that she had truly left, Zu An finally breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure from a Grandmaster was indeed extraordinary. With such an ice-cold master around, his and Chu Yan's future might be quite troublesome...

At this moment, Yun Jianyue, who was not far away, beckoned him with a finger. "Ah Zu, come with me. I have something to tell you."

Zu An gave Yu Yanluo a reassuring look and then quickly followed Yun Jianyue to the side. From the recent events, Yu Yanluo naturally understood that the two were not enemies, but rather, their relationship seemed even closer than ordinary friends. She had heard that Yun Jianyue was injured by the Emperor during the assassination attempt in the palace. Was the Purple Frost Divine Milk that Zu An had desperately tried to obtain meant for her? Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a pang of discomfort. The servants who came to clear the rubble saw her face, etched with a hint of frost, and simply assumed she was angry because her room had collapsed. None of them dared to speak loudly, fearing they might incur her displeasure.