Lu Xuan opened his eyes and felt like he wasn't in the Lu Family Manor. He touched his head and vaguely remembered that he was searching for his father's belongings in his study in the manor. Suddenly, everything went black and he had no memory of what happened afterwards.

Rubbing his head in a daze, he sat up, wanting to take a look around. However, before he could straighten his body, a sudden force and sharp pain came from his neck, pulling him back onto the pillow.

She reached out and discovered that her neck was adorned with an iron chain, the other end locked to the head of the bed.

Lu Xuan was completely dumbfounded. Who could have silently taken him away and locked him up here? Just then, Lu Xiaohan's voice came in at the right moment: "Xuan'er, are you awake?"

Hearing this familiar voice that struck a chord within him, a flame of hatred immediately ignited in Lu Xuan's eyes. He coldly stared at Lu Xiaohan as he sat down by the bedside, intending to reach out and touch his head. Lu Xuan quickly moved aside, avoiding his touch.

Lu Xiaohan didn't mind: "Why didn't you say goodbye? Uncle would worry about you."

Lu Xuan sneered, "Enough with your fake sympathy. You make me sick just looking at you. Are you the one playing tricks on me here? I bet you're the one who locked this chain. Now, unlock it for me."

Lu Xiaohan: "No, if it's undone, my adorable nephew will run away. It's better for him to stay obediently by his uncle's side."

Lyu Xuan angrily tried to get up, but the chains held him back and pulled him back. Lyu Xuan half-reclined on the pillow and said, "Who is your nephew? Why did you kill my father back then? Since you've already killed him, why pretend to be a good person now?"

Lü Xiaohan fell silent, and after a moment, he spoke slowly, saying, "I'll come back to see you later. You should rest first."

After Lu Xiaohan left, Lu Xuan attempted to use his internal energy to break the chain, but after struggling for a long time, the chain showed no signs of damage. He then tried to pick the lock on the bedside table, but it proved to be futile as well. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Kong Ying entered the room accompanied by a few people.

"What are you guys trying to do?"

"Master Hui," Kōyō bowed respectfully, "The Sect Leader is concerned that you may be too heartbroken and harm yourself. He instructed us to take care of you and ensure you rest, without overexerting yourself."

"No need, everyone, go out," he said.

Several people did not listen to him. Kōngyǐng stepped forward and waved his hand at them. The remaining people restrained his limbs, while Lù Xuán used his internal energy to resist forcefully. Kōngyǐng flipped his wrist and inserted several golden needles into acupuncture points on his limbs. Immediately, Lù Xuán's limbs went limp and he collapsed on the bed. Kōngyǐng took out a porcelain bottle, poured out several pills from it, pried open Lù Xuán's mouth, and forced the pills down. Then, he retrieved the golden needles.

As soon as the medicine entered his mouth, Lu Xuan immediately felt his entire body go limp and weak. His eyelids also grew heavier and heavier. He struggled to speak, "What did you feed me?"

"Master, it's just a medicine to prevent you from acting recklessly. Please rest well. We will take our leave first."

In the main hall, Lu Xiaohan listened to Kongying's report: "The medicine has been administered."

"Yes."

"Okay... I got it, you can go now." Lu Xiaohan wearily waved his hand.

Kongying, however, did not make any moves. "Master..."

"Is there anything else?"

"I apologize for being meddlesome, but this is not a sustainable solution."

"Um... I understand, but," Lu Xiaohan's eyes revealed a determined and sorrowful gaze, "Keeping him locked up, destroying him, is still better than letting him die. I absolutely cannot bear to watch him lose his life. He must forever remain by my side, so that I can protect him."