Zhou Lan took a pill herself, the effects working quickly to mend her wounds. Though not entirely healed, most of her injuries faded enough for her to move without much pain. As she stood up, her gaze fell upon Tian Ping, his torn clothes revealing the hard lines of his muscular body.
"Um, maybe you should change your clothes," Zhou Lan said, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she quickly looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Tian Ping smirked, noticing her reaction. "What, you don’t like the look? I thought it gave me a rugged charm," he teased, his voice carrying a hint of playful arrogance as he adjusted his stance, emphasizing his half-bare appearance.
Zhou Lan stole a quick glance at him, her blush deepening. "It's not about the charm," she mumbled under her breath, still averting her eyes. "I just think you'll catch a cold like that."
Tian Ping raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "I don't have anything to change into right now, so just tell me why these guys were after you," he said, his tone shifting to a more serious note as he tried to focus on the main issue at hand.
Without a word, Zhou Lan reached into her spatial ring, pulling out a white and gold-laced hanfu, its elegant design contrasting with the ruggedness of their surroundings. "Put this on, and I'll tell you," she said, turning her head away, her face tinged with a touch of pink.
Tian Ping let out a small sigh, a reluctant smile playing on his lips. "Alright, alright," he muttered, taking the hanfu from her hand. He glanced at the intricate patterns on the fabric, a mix of curiosity and reluctance in his eyes. With a resigned shrug, he moved behind a nearby tree to change, still keeping an ear open for any signs of danger.
As he adjusted his tattered clothes, his long, white hair cascaded down his back, held in place by a sleek crow-shaped hairpin that gleamed in the dim light. He emerged wearing the elegant hanfu, its white fabric highlighting his sharp features and the hint of a confident smirk on his face. The gold patterns on the hanfu matched perfectly with his new gold boots, giving him an aura of both nobility and danger.
“How do I look?” he asked, a slight arrogance in his tone, though he couldn’t hide the curiosity in his eyes.
Zhou Lan glanced at him briefly and then quickly turned away, her face slightly red. “You look... fine,” she mumbled, clearly flustered by his sudden transformation.
Taking a deep breath to regain her composure, she began to explain the situation. “My father is the head of the Zhou family," she said, her voice wavering slightly. "But ever since he became the head about ten years ago, there have been many who opposed his appointment—especially my uncle. He’s older than my father and believes he should have been named the head instead. But he's a cruel man, with a heart full of ambition and deceit. My grandfather saw through him and chose my father for his integrity.”
She paused, clenching her fists tightly, a mix of anger and sadness flickering in her eyes. “This is probably one of his schemes. He never accepted my father’s position and has been plotting against him ever since.”
Zhou Lan’s words were laced with bitterness, her voice barely hiding the frustration and fear she felt for her family's safety.
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