Chapter 471 Meeting an Old Friend (2)

The purple-gold robe looked even more gorgeous in the moonlight, and the patterns on it seemed familiar. His posture was clearly extremely arrogant, but half of it was obscured by the silver mask, making it seem a little more profound.

Shen Miao wasn't surprised by the uninvited visitor late at night. Without changing her expression, she closed the window again, and the room suddenly became dark again. Shen Miao walked to the table, fumbled for a tinderbox, and lit another lamp.

Under the warm yellow light, the figure in the clothes and hair looked particularly ambiguous. Shen Miao, holding the lamp, walked to the opposite side of the man and sat down.

"Are you waiting for me?" The purple-robed youth's voice was deep and pleasant in the night. It was a little hoarse from the deliberate lowering of his voice, but it was like the whisper of a lover in his ear. His voice was also tinged with laughter, as if he was very happy.

Shen Miao stared at the mask on his face. Even the mask couldn't hide his good looks, his graceful chin and red lips. Instead, because it concealed his true appearance, it became even more mysterious and captivating. Rumor had it that everyone in the Daliang royal family was beautiful. She had never seen Prince Rui's true appearance, but she knew that in terms of his elegance alone, he was already outstanding.

"Your Highness knocked three times on the pillar, not to remind me to come to you at three o'clock in the morning. I dare not disobey your order," she replied.

When these words were spoken, Shen Miao saw clearly that the person opposite her curled his lips and said, “Really smart.”

His attitude was clearly frivolous and even somewhat romantic, yet for some reason, it always made people feel a sense of distance. As if they knew the indifference and cruelty in this person's bones. Shen Miao looked at him quietly and said, "Your Highness, do you have anything to say to this subject?"

The purple-robed youth casually picked up a black piece from the chess basket and began to play with it. His slender, fair hands, holding the piece, only added to his exquisite beauty. He glanced at the chessboard and said, "The chessboard is quite interesting, little girl. You've mapped everything in the world onto it. I wonder where Daliang is? And which piece am I?"

He could tell at a glance that the chess game reflected the Mingqi situation in front of him.

Shen Miao said nothing.

His voice was lazy and a bit nonchalant. "I saw you at the tribute banquet today, and it seems you're an old acquaintance of Princess Ming'an. Have you met Princess Ming'an?"

Shen Miao's heart tightened. She naturally knew Princess Ming'an. With the exception of Huangfu Hao, no one would have had any doubts about her behavior today. One was a princess of Qin, the other a daughter of an official from Mingqi. Qin and Mingqi were thousands of miles apart, and Princess Ming'an was visiting Mingqi for the first time. No one would have connected her with Princess Ming'an. But the words of the man before her ruthlessly tore through the surface, revealing the truth.

What had he discovered? What had he found out? Or had he sensed something was amiss simply from their brief encounters at the banquet? If the latter, then the man before him was truly terrifying.

But her eyebrows did not move, her fingers clenched slightly in her sleeves, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Unfortunately, I have never met Princess Ming'an, but I am an old acquaintance of His Royal Highness Prince Rui."

The purple-robed young man turned his head to look at her, and suddenly placed his hands on the table, leaning forward to get closer to Shen Miao, and whispered in her ear: "Oh? When?"

Shen Miao looked at the man so close. His breathing was gentle, but his golden buttons were icy cold. There was a smile on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were somewhat indifferent. This was a man who was not sure whether he was fire or ice. Every part of his body exuded a sense of danger. He was attractive enough, but Shen Miao instinctively wanted to avoid him.

Those dark, deep eyes stared at her. She lowered her head, avoiding his meaningful gaze, staring at the delicate embroidered buttons in front of her, and said lightly: "How are you, Xie Jingxing."