Chapter 1095: An Mingji Acting Spoiled

Han Yixuan, the mistress of Chen Palace—these two people who drove her disciple to heart‑rending pain, tonight she, Gu Jin, will come personally to meet them.

Gu Jin instructed Wanqi Yanghong to go down and make the arrangements for entering Jincheng Palace tonight, and An Mingji stepped forward.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Gu Jin, his voice calm: "I’m going too."

This was said to Wanqi Yanghong.

"No."

Gu Jin’s expression shifted slightly; she was the first to stand up and object.

She was going to find Han Yixuan, to demand an explanation from the mistress of Chen Palace. The pain her senior disciple suffered today—someone would have to pay the price.

Because all those guarding Chen Palace were masters, even she couldn’t gauge how dangerous it would be; how could she possibly feel at ease letting An Mingji go with her.

What Wanqi Yanghong had been about to say slowly closed back up after Gu Jin spoke.

This time, he kept the same opinion as Gu Jin.

Getting into Jincheng Palace was easy; wanting to withdraw unharmed, however, came with unknown dangers.

Gu Jin objected, but An Mingji wouldn’t give up.

He lightly shook Gu Jin’s arm, his voice gentle, tinged with a bit of a spoiled tone: "A‑Jin, let me go with you. I won’t be at ease if you go alone."

That was precisely what she was worried about with him.

If An Mingji went, then she wouldn’t be at ease.

"You know I have a life‑saving trump card. I won’t be in any danger. If you go too, that’s what will distract me."

If it were anything else, Gu Jin would definitely agree.

What she was going to do today was different from usual. Even though she had no resistance against An Mingji’s spoiled coaxing, she still grit her teeth and refused to relent.

How well An Mingji understood her—just a single look between them, and they knew what the other meant.

"You really don’t need me to go with you?" An Mingji was still unwilling to give up.

Gu Jin shook her head: "No. You know I won’t put myself in a dead end."

He knew she was talking about the space.

That place really was her fallback for saving her life.

An Mingji let out a low sigh. He raised his hand and gently stroked Gu Jin’s smooth hair: "Then you have to promise me—you won’t get so much as a scratch, and you’ll come back in one piece?"

The atmosphere between them was warmly tender, carrying an abnormal hint of ambiguity, especially since their actions were just a bit too intimate.

An Mingji’s spoiled tone toward Gu Jin and the gentle, doting way he spoke were clearly seen by everyone.

Most people looked as if they’d seen this too many times to be surprised; only the Mu Family members were very puzzled.

Weren’t they saying Gu Jin and the Darwin Family Head were brother and sister.

Why was the...energy between the two of them a bit too strange.

"Dong dong dong!!!"

The knock on the door interrupted the warmth in the hall.

An Mingji and Gu Jin turned back, looking toward the door.

The Mu Family people temporarily put aside their doubts.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze fixed on the tightly closed door.

An Mingji held Gu Jin’s hand and lifted his chin toward Allen at the side; the latter immediately strode quickly to the doorway.

Allen opened the door, and saw an elderly lady dressed in exquisite, proper attire, standing steadily at the threshold, supported by a man in a neatly pressed suit.

The man in the suit was the long‑unseen Qiu Qianghai.

In the days since they last saw him, he’d grown thinner; his face was pale, revealing a clear sickly air.

The elderly lady Qiu Qianghai was supporting was his mother.

"Mother!"

Qiu Qingyun, who’d been lying weakly in Yu Qingli’s arms, saw her mother and younger brother appear and immediately pulled away from her husband’s embrace, running toward them.

Recognizing they were Yu Family members, Allen immediately stepped aside, standing on the other side of the door to make it easier for the people outside to come in.

Old Madam Qiu came from a scholarly, refined family; she was an elegant, exquisite elderly lady.

Faced with her daughter’s aggrieved, grief‑stricken appearance, even with sorrow in her brows and eyes, the old lady still maintained her own reserve—that was a natural aura she was born with.