Ji Chuyu tried to struggle, but he lost the initiative and was pinned to the ground by Wei San, unable to break free.

“I advise you to calm down.” Wei San freed one hand and placed it directly on his head. “Ji Chuyu, I’ve put up with you for a long time.”

Jin Ke felt that Wei San was about to punch him, so he quickly came over: “Nobody knows who in the higher-ups has been infected yet. We haven’t even told our own teachers. Ji Chuyu, if you rashly tell Marshal Ji, it will only make things worse.”

“You’re angry because Ying Xingjue isn’t sick?” Wei San suddenly asked.

“Nonsense!” Ji Chuyu struggled violently, “Let go!”

Wei San clicked her tongue, let go, and stood up, with a hint of disdain: “I don’t see any trace of one of the Empire’s Twin Stars in you. You’re reckless and arrogant.”

Ji Chuyu sat up and stood opposite Wei San, his eyes red: “Isn’t everyone saying that you and him are the Federation’s Twin Stars?”

“Is this jealousy?” Wei San couldn’t help but laugh out loud, squinting at Ji Chuyu. “Of all these people, you’re the most childish.”

Ji Chuyu stared at her, panting, his gaze fierce as if he might pounce at any moment.

“I’ll say this.” Wei San leaned over the simulator and said casually, “I remember you listened to Ying Xingjue a lot at the Guyu Arena. What, you don’t want to listen to him now? That makes sense. Your uncle always had you stay by Ying Xingjue’s side so that you could kill him.”

Ji Chuyu said in a hoarse voice, “I never intended to kill him.”

Wei San looked down at her outstretched fingers, still speckled with blood from training that day. She raised her eyes and slowly said, “Since he was willing to tell you about the infected, it means he still trusts you. Ji Chuyu, do you want to betray his trust?”

Inside the room, Huo Jian watched Wei San and Ji Chuyu confront each other and suddenly had a strange feeling: if the person standing next to Ying Xingjue all these years had been Wei San instead of Ji Chuyu, perhaps he wouldn’t be so resentful.

“……I don’t want to,” Ji Chuyu said hoarsely. “This matter is of great importance, and we can’t solve it on our own.”

“Why make such a fuss?” Young Master Liao said impatiently. “You think your uncle can solve this? What if Marshal Ji is infected? We’ll have no chance at all.”

Huo Xuanshan coughed, reminding Liao Runing not to talk nonsense.

“For example, don’t even think about contacting the higher-ups.” Liao Runing frowned as he looked at Ji Chuyu. “Right now, the only ones who can help Ying Xingjue are us. If you’re still his brother, don’t cause trouble.”

“His brother is me,” Ying Chenghe said, dissatisfied. “He’s my cousin, what does he have to do with Ji Chuyu?”

Hearing their words, Ji Chuyu, whose brotherhood had just been denied by Ying Xingjue, felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart once again.

It turns out that everyone felt that his relationship with Ying Xingjue didn’t qualify as that of brothers.

“Let’s get down to business and not talk about other things,” Jin Ke steered the conversation back on track.

How come these two are getting stronger and stronger infuriating people with their words?

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