I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

The morning light shone through the carved window lattices of the Duke's Mansion, onto Chen Jia's peaceful sleeping face. Chen Jue stood quietly by the bed, looking at his sister, his eyes full of reluctance and determination. He tucked in the quilt for his sister gently, as if afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

However, his heart was like surging waves, because he was about to go to the Dali Temple to investigate those who attacked Chen Jia.

Chen Jue turned around and walked towards the door with firm steps. When he grasped the door handle, Chen Jia's gentle voice came from behind him: "Xiao Jue, where are you going?"

Chen Jue stopped, took a deep breath, turned back to the bed, and held his sister's hand. "Sister, I'm going to the Dali Temple to find out who hurt you. You take good care of yourself and wait for my news."

A trace of worry flashed across Chen Jia's eyes, "Xiao Jue, you have to be careful, those people..."

Chen Jue interrupted her, "Don't worry, sister, I will definitely protect you." After saying that, he let go of her hand and left resolutely.

The atmosphere in the Dali Temple was solemn. The towering walls exuded a sense of coldness, and the sunlight seemed to have lost its warmth here.

Chen Jue walked into the interrogation room with a gloomy face. The room was filled with a pungent smell of blood and decay. Various torture instruments were hung on the wall, flashing coldly under the dim light, which made people shudder.

The confidant of King Jin was tied up on the rack, with a hint of arrogance and disdain in his eyes. Chen Jue walked up to him and stared at him with eyes like knives, "Tell me, who ordered you to attack my sister?"

The henchman sneered, “Humph, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A trace of anger flashed in Chen Jue's eyes, "It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin."

He picked up the whip beside him, which was made of tough cowhide and was stained with dried blood.

Chen Jue swung the whip fiercely, and with a "snap" sound, the whip hit the confidant's back, instantly leaving a bloody mark. The confidant groaned, but still clenched his teeth.

"Say!"

Chen Jue swung the whip again, again and again, each swing filled with anger and hatred.

"Why did you hurt my sister? She has no grudge against you!"

The confidant finally couldn't bear the pain anymore and shouted, "It's the order from King Jin, we are just following it."

Chen Jue stopped what he was doing and asked, "Why did he do this?"

The confidant panted, "I only know to follow orders, I don't know anything else."

Chen Jue threw down the whip, turned around and said to his subordinates: "Continue the investigation and make sure to dig out all the clues."

Deep inside the prison, there were bursts of shrill screams. It was dark and damp here, with water dripping from the walls and the floor covered with sewage and debris. The prisoners were huddled together in a small cell, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Chen Jue once again came to the confidant who had been tortured beyond recognition. His body was covered with whip marks and burns, blood was constantly oozing from the wounds and dripping onto the ground. His eyes had become empty and his lips were trembling.

Chen Jue squatted down, grabbed his hair, and forced him to raise his head. "Is there anything else you haven't said? Don't force me to torture you again."

The confidant spoke with difficulty, "In...in an abandoned village on the outskirts of the city, there is their base. You can...you can find evidence there."

Chen Jue let go of his hand and stood up. "If it's fake, you know the consequences."

After saying that, he led a team of men and quickly headed to the outskirts of the city.

The abandoned manor on the outskirts of the city was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. The surroundings were overgrown with weeds, and several parts of the dilapidated walls had collapsed. Chen Jue led the people from the Dali Temple to approach cautiously. When they rushed into the manor, the people inside were panicked.

A fierce fight ensued, with swords clashing and sparks flying. Chen Jue rushed towards the attackers like an angry lion, with only one thought in his mind: revenge for his sister.

After a fierce battle, most of the attackers were captured. Chen Jue found some letters and evidence in the manor, confirming the King of Jin's conspiracy.

He looked at the evidence, his eyes burning with the fire of revenge, "Take all these people back to the Dali Temple and interrogate them strictly."

At the same time, in the Duke's Mansion, Wei Lang hurried over with worry and concern. He walked into Chen Jia's room and saw Chen Jia sitting in front of the window reading a book. The sunlight shone on her, outlining her beautiful and delicate outline.

Wei Lang felt a sharp pain in his heart. He walked to Chen Jia and whispered, "Jia'er, how do you feel?"

Chen Jia raised her head and saw that it was Wei Lang. She smiled slightly, "Wei Lang, you're here. I'm much better now. Thank you for your concern."

Wei Lang looked at her polite but distant smile, and felt sad. He sat down beside the bed and said, "Jia'er, there's no need to be so polite between you and me. I was very worried about you when you got hurt, and I've been worried about you all these days."

A complex emotion flashed across Chen Jia's eyes, "Wei Lang, I understand your feelings, but I don't want you to get into trouble because of me."

Wei Lang held Chen Jia's hand, "Jia'er, you know my heart. I don't care about any trouble. I just hope you can be fine."

Chen Jia gently pulled her hand back, "Wei Lang, you are a good person, but we..."

Wei Lang interrupted her, "Jia'er, don't say that. I will always wait for you, until the day you accept me."

Chen Jia lowered her head and stopped talking. An awkward and bitter atmosphere filled the air.

Wei Lang stood up, trying hard to suppress the sadness in his heart, "Jia'er, have a good rest. I'll come to see you another day."

After saying that, he turned and left, his back revealing a kind of loneliness and sadness. Chen Jia looked at his departing back, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, but her heart was already filled with Chen Jue, and there was no room for anyone else.

In this interweaving of conspiracy and love, revenge and protection, everyone is struggling with their own beliefs and emotions. Chen Jue goes further and further on the road to seek justice for his sister, while Wei Lang is alone in the whirlpool of love and sad, and Chen Jia is waiting for everything to settle down in complex emotions.

Their story, like the web of fate intertwined between the Duke's Mansion and the Dali Temple, is full of twists and turns and helplessness, but the road ahead still extends under their feet, waiting for them to write a new chapter.

Wei Lang hurried into the Duke's Mansion with a heart full of worry. He rushed to Chen Jia's residence. When he gently opened the door, he saw Chen Jia half leaning on the bed. Although her face was still a little pale, the familiar face still made him feel nervous.

"Jia'er, you...how are you?" Wei Lang walked quickly to the bedside, his eyes full of concern, his voice trembling slightly due to nervousness. His eyes wandered over Chen Jia's body, as if he wanted to see through all her pain at a glance.

Chen Jia raised her head slightly and saw that it was Wei Lang. She forced a smile and said, "Wei Lang, you're here. I'm much better now. Thank you for your concern." Her voice was a little weak, but she still tried to make her tone sound more relaxed.

Wei Lang frowned, sat down beside the bed, and looked at Chen Jia carefully, "Jia'er, don't be so stubborn. I was worried when I heard about your injury, and I wished I could be by your side immediately." As he spoke, he reached out and gently held Chen Jia's hands. Those hands were warm and strong, conveying his concern.

Chen Jia felt the warmth in his hand and her heart warmed slightly, but she still gently withdrew her hand, "Wei Lang, you are thoughtful. I'm really fine, I just need some time to recuperate." She didn't want Wei Lang to worry too much, nor did she want him to misunderstand her feelings for him.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Wei Lang's eyes, but he quickly regained his concerned look, "Jia'er, you need to rest well now. I came here today just to see if you need anything. I can do it for you."

As he spoke, he looked at the table beside him and found that the teacup was empty, so he stood up and picked up the teapot, "I'll pour you some water."

He poured a cup of warm water, blew on it gently, and handed it to Chen Jia, "The water temperature is just right, drink some to moisten your throat." Chen Jia took the cup and took a sip, "Thank you, Wei Lang."

Wei Lang watched her drink water, his eyes full of tenderness, "Jia'er, there is no need to thank each other. You must take good care of yourself after your injury this time. I have asked the doctor, and he said you need to eat more nourishing food. I brought some high-quality bird's nests today and asked the kitchen to boil them and send them to you."

Chen Jia frowned slightly, "Wei Lang, you don't have to worry so much, the Duke's Mansion doesn't lack these."

Wei Lang shook his head, "Jia'er, this is my intention. As long as it's good for your health, I'm willing to do anything." His eyes were so sincere that Chen Jia didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After a while, Chen Jia coughed lightly a few times, and Wei Lang immediately became nervous, "Jia'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" He reached out and gently patted Chen Jia's back to help her calm down.

Chen Jia waved her hands, "It's okay, my throat is just a little itchy. Wei Lang, you don't have to be so nervous."

Wei Lang said seriously, "Jia'er, your body is so weak now, how can I not be nervous. You must take good care of yourself. If you feel unwell, you must tell me."

Chen Jia looked at his nervous expression and felt touched. "Wei Lang, you are so kind. But I don't want you to work so hard because of me."

Wei Lang held her hand, "Jia'er, what are you talking about? In my heart, your safety is more important than anything else. I just hate that I can't bear the pain for you." His eyes were full of self-blame and pity.

The afternoon sun shone through the window into the room, adding a bit of warmth to the room. Wei Lang sat by the bed, chatting with Chen Jia, trying to make her forget the pain.

"Jiaer, when you feel better, we can go for a walk in the suburbs. Haven't you always liked the scenery there? The green mountains and clear waters will surely make you happy and will also be good for your physical recovery." Wei Lang's eyes flashed with anticipation.

Chen Jia smiled slightly, "Well, that's good. But I don't know how long I have to wait, with my body..." There was a hint of helplessness in her words.

Wei Lang quickly comforted her, "Jia'er, don't worry. It takes time for your body to recover, let's take it slow. I will always be with you until you fully recover." His tone was firm, giving people a sense of security.

At this time, Chen Jia yawned tiredly. Wei Lang saw this and said softly, "Jia'er, are you tired? You take a rest first. I'll stay here to watch over you."

Chen Jia shook her head. "No need, Wei Lang. You've been busy for a long time. Go back and have a rest. I can do it myself."