Chapter 40 - It's an illusion

However, she did not expect Shen Juncheng to not leave after passing the threshold. Instead, he suddenly turned around and stopped.

 Su Anan had already stepped out and almost bumped into Shen Juncheng.

 Fortunately, she reacted quickly and quickly retracted her foot. However, her body leaned forward due to inertia, and she subconsciously reached out her hands to hold his waist.

 Shen Juncheng's body tensed up and he looked down at her.

 When Yue Luo saw this, she quickly stepped forward to help her up and said, "Young Madam, be careful."

 Su Anan blushed and stepped back to keep a distance. She smiled apologetically at Yue Luo and explained, "I'm sorry. I was going to walk you to the door, but you suddenly turned around. I didn't..."

 Shen Juncheng turned around and interrupted her. "There's no need to send me off. Madam, go back and rest. "

 "Yes, my husband, please walk slowly," Su Anan said.

 Shen Juncheng left, and so did Yue Luo and Shuangman. However, before they left, Shuangman turned around to look.

 Humph, as expected, she's not content with her place. She's dressed like this and almost ran into Young Master's arms. Shuangman doesn't believe that she didn't do it on purpose.

 No, she had to tell Miss Mingyu the next time she came.

 As soon as the Young Master left, Cuiyan hurried over to ask.

 Su Anan shook her head. "It's nothing. He just asked me about what happened on the day I returned home. He also suggested that I buy some more flowers. Don't worry."

 Cuiyan was surprised. Young Master actually came to ask about these trivial matters. Wouldn't it be fine if he sent Yue Luo to ask?

 She didn't understand, but it was fine as long as she was fine. Cuiyan went to help Miss dry her hair.

 Su Anan suddenly fell into a daze. Just a moment ago, when they were so close, she seemed to smell a faint medicinal scent on Shen Juncheng.

 Surprisingly, it smelled like her mother in her dream.

 In her dream, she was sick, and her mother coaxed her to drink medicine. She remembered that the smell of the medicine had been spreading, and it was warm and comfortable.

 She sighed. It must be an illusion. How could he have her mother's scent on him? She must have missed her mother too much.

 Shen Juncheng returned to Qingjing Pavilion and took off the white veil covering his eyes, looking pensive.

 It shouldn't be her.

 He had deliberately mentioned Du Juan, who was at the flower shop, but she had not reacted at all and was very calm.

 The flower shop was not a flower shop, but in fact, it was the Hong sect's intelligence network and the pavilion of the assassins.

 Moreover, azaleas were not flowers, but the lady boss inside. Every spy under him was named after a flower.

 If she was really the one who sent the news to Su Sheng, how could she not know that she was going to the flower shop?

 Also, when he mentioned the two moments when they had a secret meeting at home, she was just in a hurry to explain as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand. She was not flustered or shocked.

 The excuse of being blind was a good one. It allowed him to observe people's most genuine reactions when he asked them questions.

 After all, who would hide their expressions in front of a blind man?

 So, she probably didn't tell Su Sheng. That would be interesting. Who was it that told Su Sheng?

 "Chao Sheng, go and find out who Su Sheng has been in contact with recently and who he is close to."

 "Yes."

 After Chao Sheng left, Yue Luo came to report that the bath water was ready. Shen Juncheng hummed in acknowledgment and went to the side room.

 When he lifted the belt, he suddenly remembered the scene when he left and rushed over...

 He frowned and felt that his arms seemed to be stained with a trace of her scent.

 He didn't know what incense she used, but he didn't like it.

 After the bath, he wanted to let Yue Luo take care of the clothes, but when he saw the golden snow wave pattern on the robe, he gave up.

 After all, he quite liked the style of the clothes.

 He had just put it on...

 In the blink of an eye, it was the Qingming Festival.

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