Chapter 2273: The Miao Jiang Youth's Fierce Love 36

Half a day later.

Front courtyard.

When Bai Mo pushed the door and came in, his shoe soles were still muddy, his pant legs were torn in several places by thorns, and his cuffs were damp, as if he had just been caught in the rain.

He lowered his head, shoulders slightly hunched, as if afraid of being seen, yet he couldn't help but lift his eyes to sneak a glance, his gaze sweeping over the familiar medicine cabinet, the medical texts spread out on the table, and the senior sister grinding herbs.

Unlike before, hardly anyone paid him any attention.

It must be something Nan Yixian said.

He clenched the bundle in his hands, his knuckles turning white.

It's fine, as long as Master still acknowledges me…

Master…

Bai Mo shouted with a hoarse voice, his tone soft and mushy, like when he was wronged as a child, with a hint of coquettishness.

But Master didn't sigh and shake his head as before, nor did he give him a bowl of calming soup.

Instead, he coldly lifted his eyes, and the teacup in his hand was set down heavily on the table.

Bai Mo's heart gave a jolt, but he still forced himself to walk over, tears already welling in his eyes.

I, I'm back…

No one answered him.

Fan Ruoxi and Chu Wan were not there, and He Moning also didn't know where they had gone.

But aside from them, the usually Soft-hearted senior sister merely lowered her head to sort the herbs, not giving him even a glance.

The senior brother stood to the side, holding a booklet in his hand, his expression complex.

Bai Mo finally sensed something was off, but unwilling to give up, he forced a smile and reached out to tug at Master's sleeve.

Master, you… you know what happened? I was wrong, I will study hard from now on…

Smack!

Master violently shook off his hand, the booklet smashing directly into his chest, pages scattering everywhere; Bai Mo stumbled back two steps, lowered his head, and saw—it was all evidence of his guilt.

"Do you still have the face to come back?" Master's voice was as cold as ice.

"You've thrown away all the honor of the Southern Gate! In the Qianping Mountain Stronghold, you still want to kill your senior brother?!"

Bai Mo's Tears finally fell, but this time no one comforted him.

His knees gave way, he knelt on the ground, his fingers gripping Master's pant legs tightly, his voice trembling.

"I, I'm just jealous of Nan Yixian! Why is it that when he returns, everyone revolves around him? Clearly I'm the one who grew up in the Southern Gate since childhood! Clearly I'm the most obedient one!"

He lifted his head sharply, his eyes full of Distorted hatred: "What gives him the right to take everything from me?! And the status of heir!"

The room fell silent.

Master stared at him, as if seeing this little disciple's true face for the first time; after a moment, he let out a cold laugh.

"Your everything? I never knew you harbored such thoughts."

"The heir of the Southern Gate has always been reserved for Nan Yixian."

Bai Mo was struck as if by lightning, his whole body frozen in place.

It was as if everything he had painstakingly persisted in suddenly lost even the last shred of hope.

"Get out." Master flicked his sleeve and turned away, not glancing at him again.

When Bai Mo was shoved out the Main Gate, he stumbled onto the moss, his knee slamming hard into the stone steps.

He suddenly realized something, and without thinking lifted his head, just to see overlapping figures beside the carved railings of the pavilion.

Jin Chen's silver chain waist ornament dangled at Nan Yixian's waist, emitting a cold gleam.

Jin Chen pressed Nan Yixian against his chest, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking down from above; his pupils reflected Bai Mo's deathly pale face, like a venomous snake eyeing its dying prey.

"Get lost." Jin Chen's lips almost brushed Nan Yixian's ear, his mouth opening silently.

Bai Mo trembled all over, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He recalled the pain of backlash when he and Luo Xie studied gu together, the pitying gaze Nan Yixian gave when he saw through his thoughts, the mockery from Jin Que when he called his ideas foolish, and Luo Xie's final death‑struggle counterattack—all of them laughing at his years of foolish daydreams.

"Even a companion…" Bai Mo laughed hoarsely, tears mixed with unwillingness sliding down, "I can't compare to the one you chose…" The last few words were swept away by a sudden gust of night wind, and the Main Gate slammed shut before him.

Jin Chen withdrew his gaze, kissed Nan Yixian's earlobe, "He's gone."

Nan Yixian rubbed lightly against his neck, hummed, reached out to push aside the stray hairs falling over Jin Chen's forehead, his fingertips brushing his brow.

"Are you still used to this?" Nan Yixian asked; at that moment Jin Chen was winding the fine chain hanging from the silver bell around his wrist, hearing the words he lifted his head, his smile swaying in the twilight.

"With you here, what's there to get used to?"

Jin Chen lowered his head to kiss, mumbling, "Just… don't let me keep an empty room alone."

Before his words faded, Nan Yixian chuckled lightly: "How come, even the young master fears I might abandon you?"

Jin Chen raised his brow, his teeth lightly grazing Nan Yixian's lower lip until he winced and pulled away, then Jin Chen licked away that bead of blood.

After so much kissing, Jin Chen was almost immune to Nan Yixian's blood.

"No matter where Big Brother goes, I can find him."