Chapter 642 Return (5)

She was a little distracted, and was noticed by Xie Jingxing, who was a little dissatisfied. He knocked Shen Miao on the head and said, "Focus."

Shen Miao sat forward, a little further away from him, and pretended to be calm and said, "I've already seen it all, and I've memorized it. I'll just practice it later."

Xie Jingxing curled his lips: "Didn't you say no?"

Shen Miao turned around: “You remembered it wrongly.”

When she turned her head, she almost bumped into Xie Jingxing because he was looking down at her. Shen Miao was slightly startled and her cheeks quickly turned red.

This young man is incredibly handsome, and usually appears to be both good and evil, quite cynical. However, when he looks at you with his beautiful eyes, the world becomes as if a spring rain has suddenly arrived from winter, with layers of red flowers blooming in Jinguan City, which is indescribably romantic.

Xie Jingxing chuckled softly. His voice was as mellow as fine wine, making people feel a little flustered when drunk. Xie Jingxing reached out and brushed the strands of hair off Shen Miao's forehead. He stared closely into Shen Miao's eyes and asked with a half-doubtful, half-innocent tone, "Why are you blushing?"

Shen Miao suddenly stood up, took two steps, and said with her back to Xie Jingxing, “The room is too stuffy.”

It was precisely because she had her back to Xie Jingxing that she missed the knowing smile that flashed across the purple-robed young man's eyes.

"Because you feel ashamed for receiving something for nothing?" Xie Jingxing said nonchalantly, "It's simple, just make some cakes." Then he remembered something and said, "I can't get anything back even though I've done so much. Someone can get it without doing anything. It's really annoying."

"What?" Shen Miao didn't understand what Xie Jingxing meant. But she saw Xie Jingxing had already stood up. He said, "Never mind, I'm just giving you hidden weapons today. These things are suitable for killing people and silencing them. I think they suit your taste."

Shen Miao wanted to retort, but she also felt that what Xie Jingxing said was indeed correct. She lived on the edge of a knife. Although she had the protection of the Shen family behind her, what she did was extremely dangerous. If one day, the Shen family could no longer protect her, she would have no choice but to protect herself.

This box full of hidden weapons that looked like jewelry was truly precious to her. Xie Jingxing truly understood her. Thinking back to when she had considered him her rival, Pei Lang's words from her previous life were indeed true: your opponent is the one who understands you best.

Xie Jingxing suddenly thought of something and asked, "Do you know where Shen Yue is?"

Shen Yue? Shen Miao shook her head. She was a spy for the Shen family and knew that Shen Yue had escaped home and was missing. Chen Ruoqiu's men hadn't found Shen Yue yet, and Shen Miao herself had sent people to search for her, but all came back empty-handed. Shen Miao had doubted it before; Dingjing City was vast, but it wouldn't be that difficult to find someone. Besides, how could a delicate girl like Shen Yue survive a few days out there on her own?

"Do you know where Shen Yue is?" Shen Miao asked.

Xie Jingxing said: "She is in the Prince Qin's Mansion."

After Xie Jing left, Shen Miao pressed her forehead and sat down on the couch again. The candle in front of the small table was almost burned out.

Shen Yue unexpectedly went to the Qin Palace, and she and Huangfu Hao became friends. In this life, she had somehow changed the course of many things. For example, Shen Yue's fate. Now that Shen Yue had entered the Qin Palace, no one could predict what changes would happen to her in the future.

Shen Miao touched her chest and saw the box. She reached out and took it, selecting a pair of jade rings from the box and putting them on her wrist. The emerald green rings made her wrist look even more slender and fair, like a painting. The jade ornaments were supposed to be cool, but Shen Miao felt a slight warmth, just like the young man's eyes.