A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1931 - 472: Replaced and Ready to Let Go (Part 3)

She roughly guessed what Ji Lanyi was about to do.

The fever had subsided, but her spirit was still somewhat weak. Zhang Huasheng walked in with a bowl of dark medicine, specially concocted to help Yun Ya recover.

"Come on, drink the medicine obediently. I poured over the medical classics left by our ancestors and finally developed this prescription. I promise this time, it will definitely restore your health."

Yun Ya looked at the bowl of dark medicine without even furrowing her brow, took it, and drank it all in one go.

The candied fruits Zhang Huasheng prepared remained unused.

Yun Ya handed the empty bowl to Xiao Nan, suddenly raised a hand to her chest, slightly frowning, suppressing the urge to retch, gently rubbing her chest.

"How is it?" Zhang Huasheng looked at her expectantly.

Yun Ya said helplessly, "Master, it takes time for the medicine to take effect inside the body, it’s not that fast."

"Yes, yes." Saying that, he pulled away the book lying on Yun Ya’s knees, "Avoid worry and stress, don’t read, go lie in bed."

"I’m not that fragile yet." Yun Ya reclaimed the book and laughed, "I just want to sunbathe a little, lying in bed all day is making me moldy."

Zhang Huasheng shook his head helplessly, glanced out the window, clouds approached in the distance, covering the last ray of sunlight, "A storm is coming."

Yun Ya sat there silently, suddenly a distant thunder rumbled loudly. Yun Ya lifted her eyelids slightly, the weather was like a child’s face — clear skies just a moment ago, now densely clouded. Thick clouds rolled in like thousands of cavalry charging from the horizon.

In an instant, bean-sized raindrops poured down, the wind swept thick clouds, and the earth roared like an ocean, turning the world gloomy and oppressive.

Outside the window lightning flashed and thunder roared, while inside, it was peaceful, warm, and serene.

Zhang Huasheng picked up a blanket to cover her, his aged voice unable to hide his concern, "Don’t catch a cold."

His gaze unintentionally fell on Yun Ya’s neck, her skin as white as porcelain, a conspicuous red mark, like a red plum blossom on snowy ground, vividly bright...

His pupils suddenly contracted, glancing at the girl’s silent and beautiful face, Zhang Huasheng retracted his gaze without betraying emotion, pretending to ask casually, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Yun Ya gazed out the window, the pelting rain on the glass, her eyes somewhat distracted.

As if recalling something beautiful, a gentle smile slowly curved her lips.

Her eyes were filled with nostalgia.

"I had a dream."

Yun Ya’s soft voice seemed to contain an unspoken power, "A very beautiful dream..."

"Oh, can you tell me about it?"

Yun Ya flashed a sly smile, "You just have to imagine it."

Zhang Huasheng shook his head helplessly, his brow furrowing in a way Yun Ya couldn’t see.

Could it be he was seeing things, or was it just a rash?

But after decades of medical practice, he should at least be able to distinguish between a rash and a love bite.

Looking at the gentle smile on the girl’s face, Zhang Huasheng sighed silently in his heart, perhaps he was just overreacting.

"Young Master Lorde, I’m sorry, but please come with us."

Staring at the group in crisp police uniforms, Lorde frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Prince Agunara was murdered in his room last night. Someone reported you had a motive. To clear your name, please come with us to the police station for questioning."

Agunara is dead?

Lorde’s frown deepened.

Feigning calm, he said, "Alright, let’s go."

Seeing his cooperation, Husi secretly sighed in relief, afraid of being uncooperative, which would certainly complicate things.

In dealing with Lorde, he couldn’t be treated like a regular suspect, receiving the best treatment on the way. Once in the police station, seated in the interrogation room, Lorde calmly said, "Ask whatever you want, I have matters to attend to later."

Such composure in the face of adversity, truly worthy of being Sangque’s son, Husi’s eyes were full of admiration.

"Alright, let’s begin quickly so as not to delay Young Master Lorde’s matters."

Husi glanced at the officer taking notes, sat down behind the interrogation table, and asked, "Between midnight and one in the morning last night, where were you and what were you doing?"

"In my room, sleeping."

"Can anyone verify that?"

"My two bodyguards can confirm."

"The night before last, you had a physical altercation with Prince Agunara, correct?"

Lorde squinted slightly, replying in a deep voice, "Yes."

"What caused your conflict?"

Silence.

Husi had actually already investigated, but this was a necessary part of the interrogation, so he asked again.