Chapter 12 I Don’t Want to Owe Anyone Anything

Outside the hall, the cold moon hung high in the sky, and its clear light fell on Xiyan's thin body, outlining a blurry shadow.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and the entire Regent's Palace fell into silence.

She knelt for two hours, her legs were already numb, as if she had lost consciousness, but she still stubbornly straightened her back.

What's worse than numbness is the bone-chilling cold.

The coldness was like countless fine ice needles, penetrating into her bones.

The thin clothes were useless in the cold wind, and continued to erode her body and will in this long dark night.

Xiyan stared at the tightly closed palace door, watching the candlelight inside gradually dim from bright, thinking that Xiao Nanyan had fallen asleep.

Recalling his anger and humiliation just now, a bitter feeling rose in her heart.

I am the fish on the chopping board and he is the butcher. Besides, she is my own master, so it would be easy for him to kill her.

She was a maid in his house, and there was nothing wrong with him wanting to take possession of her body. In fact, it was justified in the eyes of the world. Of course, some people would say that it was a blessing she had earned in several lifetimes that the Regent fell in love with a lowly servant like her.

But she didn't want this blessing.

So what if she was of humble status? She had her own pride. Since she couldn't choose her own life, she just wanted to hold on to this last bit of spiritual peace.

Xiao Nanyan is of noble status and extremely handsome, and he will surely have many wives and concubines in the future.

The gap in status is difficult to bridge. If she really had a one-night stand with him today, she would at most be a maid who warmed his bed.

She was not afraid of losing her virginity, but she was worried that if she entangled for too long, her heart would be lost, and in this huge palace, it would only become darker and darker.

She rejected him, but he was just angry at the moment. There were so many beautiful maids in the mansion, who could he sleep with? Wouldn't those maids be vying for his favor?

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As time passed and the night deepened, the coldness grew stronger. Her sleepiness and fatigue, mixed with the numbness and coldness, all came over her at once, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

Although she has martial arts skills, she does not have strong internal strength.

After all, she is still a weak woman at heart. Her slender figure cannot withstand the coldness of this early spring night.

Suddenly, she was wearing a black robe, and the warmth from her body temperature instantly penetrated the layers of coldness and wrapped around her trembling body.

Her consciousness suddenly returned to clarity. She looked up and saw a person standing in front of her. It was Han Xiao.

Han Xiao leaned over and looked at her with concern, his eyes full of pity:

"Xiyan, why do you keep offending the prince recently? Why does he always punish you?"

Xiyan lowered her eyes slightly, her hair flying messily in the wind, covering half of her face:

"Nothing, I just didn't do my job well."

Han Xiao frowned slightly, but didn't want to ask too much. After all, that was his master.

He sighed helplessly and reached out to gently brush the messy hair away from her face:

"Yes, the prince has his own considerations. The affairs of the palace are complicated, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions. In the future, you must be more careful."

Xiyan slightly turned sideways, avoiding his touch unnoticeably.

However, at this moment, a warm current surged in her heart. If you say that in the entire Regent Palace, only Han Xiao took the best care of her. As smart as she was, how could she not know what he was thinking? But she didn't have any feelings for him.

She herself is a assassin. Even if she wants to find a soulmate in the future, even if he is a small trader or even a farmer's son, she is unwilling to look for a man who is also a killer like her.

However, she still expressed her gratitude sincerely:

"Thank you, Han Xiao!"

Han Xiao waved his hand: "I didn't do anything for you, so why would you thank me? It's still several hours before dawn, and you still have a lot to suffer."

"It's okay, it will be over soon. You should leave immediately. If the prince finds out, you will be in trouble."

She knew very well that the rules of the palace were strict, and Han Xiao had already taken a huge risk by doing this. If Xiao Nanyan found out, he would never let him off easily.

Seeing the alienation in Xiyan's eyes, Han Xiao felt a sense of loss in his heart. He wanted to stay with her for a while longer, even if it was just to stand quietly beside her and give her some comfort.

However, Xi Yan was so eager to drive him away, deliberately keeping a distance from him. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and thousands of words swirled on the tip of his tongue, and in the end, he could only sigh:

"Okay!"

He looked at her deeply, turned around and was about to leave when Xi Yan called him:

"Han Xiao, take the clothes away. If the prince finds out, it won't just be you. My punishment might be more than just this!"

As she spoke, she took off the outer robe she was wearing and handed it to Han Xiao.

Han Xiao had known her for many years and knew her temper. She would do what she said and would not tolerate any questioning. He had no choice but to take the outer robe and turn away.

His back was long in the moonlight, with a hint of loneliness.

Everything returned to its previous calm, and Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

In this world, she doesn't want to owe anyone anything.

Then she straightened her back again and tried to fight the chill again.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling past my ears, rustling the corners of my clothes.

At this moment, her intuition seemed to have a pair of eyes staring at her coldly, with a biting chill spreading from her scalp to the soles of her feet.

Her body suddenly felt cold, her hair stood on end, and she looked up at the hall.

Only then did he realize that the window of the bedroom might have been blown open by the wind and was rustling.

The heart she lifted up slowly let go...