Chapter 40: Just an Illusion

Unexpectedly, after crossing the threshold, Shen Juncheng did not leave but suddenly turned around and stopped.

An'an had already stepped out with one foot and almost bumped into Shen Juncheng's embrace.

Fortunately, her reaction was quick; she hurriedly stopped but still instinctively reached out her hands to press against his waist because of inertia.

Shen Juncheng's body tightened instantly, and he lowered his eyes to look at her.

Seeing this, Yue Luo hurriedly stepped forward to support her, saying, "Young Madam, be careful."

An'an's face turned red abruptly; she separated instantly, stood firm, immediately stepped back to gain distance, and smiled apologetically at Yue Luo, explaining, "Sorry, I was just intending to accompany my husband to the door. I didn't expect him to suddenly turn around; I'm not…"

Shen Juncheng turned around and interrupted her lightly, saying, "No need to accompany me. Madam, please go back and rest."

An'an: "Yes, husband, please walk slowly."

Shen Juncheng departed, and Yue Luo and Shuang Man also left, but as they were leaving, Shuang Man looked back.

Hmph, indeed not well-behaved, dressed like this and almost bumped into the young master's arms just now. Saying it's unintentional, Shuang Man doesn't believe it.

No way, when Miss Mingyu comes next time, she must tell her.

As soon as the young master left, Cui Yan hurriedly came over to inquire.

An'an shook her head and said: "It's nothing, just asked about the day I returned home and merely suggested I could buy some flowers. Don't worry."

Cui Yan was surprised; the young master actually came to ask about these trivial matters. Wouldn't it have been appropriate to have Yue Luo inquire?

She didn't understand, but as long as there was no trouble, Cui Yan went to help the young lady wring out her hair.

An'an suddenly fell into a daze. For an instant, as the distance closed, she seemed to have smelled a faint medicinal scent on Shen Juncheng.

Unexpectedly, it was quite like the scent on her mother from her dreams that day.

In the dream, she was ill, and her mother coaxed her to drink medicine. She remembered that the medicinal scent permeated, warming and comforting.

Sighing, it must have been an illusion. How could he have her mother's scent? She must be missing her mother too much.

Shen Juncheng returned to Qingjing Pavilion, removed the white gauze from his eyes, deep in thought.

It should not be her.

Just now, he deliberately mentioned the Du Juan at the flower house, but she showed no reaction, remaining calm and composed.

The flower house ran as a flower shop, but in reality, it was Hongmen's intelligence network and also known as the Assassin Pavilion.

Moreover, Du Juan was not a flower, but the proprietress inside, and each agent below was named after a flower.

If it were really her sending out messages to Su Sheng, how could she not even know the flower house?

Also, when he mentioned the secret talks on the return day, she was only eager to explain, fearing a misunderstanding, without any panic or shock.

The blind excuse is useful, allowing him to observe the most genuine reactions when asking people questions.

After all, who would disguise their expression in front of a blind person?

Hence, it should not be her who told Su Sheng, which makes it intriguing; who then used Su Sheng as a tool?

"Chao Sheng, check who Su Sheng has been in contact with recently and who he is closely associated with."

"Yes."

After Chao Sheng left, Yue Luo reported that the bath water was ready, Shen Juncheng responded with a hum and went to the side chamber.

While unclasping the belt, he suddenly recalled the moment when she recklessly rushed over…

He frowned, feeling as if his embrace carried a trace of her scent again.

He didn't know what fragrance she used; in any case, he didn't like it.

After bathing, he thought about asking Yue Luo to dispose of the clothes but looked at the robe's golden snow wave pattern and refrained.

After all, he quite liked the design of this clothing.

It's just recently worn…

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