Chapter 230 Completely Gaining His Trust
"Third Prince..."
Seeing that he was looking for the imperial army, Yun Ya trembled with fear and said quickly, "I...I am the Empress Zhe's man..."
She had only overheard the name just now, so she had no choice but to give it a try.
"Mother's people?" Yan Mu was stunned for a moment, suspicion flashing in his eyes, "Why have I never seen you before?"
Yun Ya lowered her head, her gaze falling on the nightgown she was wearing. "I...I was indeed sent by Concubine Zhe to secretly protect His Highness's safety."
This argument may make sense.
"Really?" Yan Mu glanced at her, his expression still calm. "As a secret guard, haven't you learned any skills to hide? Even someone like me who doesn't know martial arts can spot you. You're really bad."
Yun Ya paused, and secretly clenched her teeth where he couldn't see.
People from Daqi are so annoying!
"Get up."
As she was secretly cursing the people of Daqi, a bony hand was extended in front of her.
Yun Ya was stunned and subconsciously looked up at the owner of the hand.
Yan Mu lowered his eyes, looked down at her condescendingly, leaned forward slightly, and motioned for her to give him her hand.
The hand in front of him was delicate and white, without the roughness of often doing farm work and tending flowers and plants, and the palms did not have the thick calluses of a martial artist rubbing a knife handle.
Yun Ya didn't want to obey, but she couldn't get up, so she had to put her hand on his palm. Yan Mu didn't rush to pull her up. He felt relieved when he noticed the calluses on her small hands. He leaned down and helped her clean the thorns that had stuck in her clothes. His movements were gentle and there was no impatience.
Seeing him approaching, Yun Ya's body stiffened for a moment. If she had not been rational, she would have hit him with a knife and killed him.
The two of them were so close that she could even smell the faint floral scent coming from Yan Mu.
Yun Ya pursed her lips and saw him patiently cleaning the thorns for her out of the corner of her eye. She felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
This was the first time someone was so gentle to me.
But he is a damned Daqi person.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Mu gently pulled her up and said softly, "The thorns have all been removed. If there's any place I can't see, feel for it yourself. This is medicine for the wound. Take it and remember to apply it when you go back."
"Medicine for wounds?" Yun Ya looked down at the small porcelain bottle he was holding, and her eyes instantly filled with sarcasm. "That's totally unnecessary. We—"
The words were stuck on my lips and stopped abruptly.
Yan Mu noticed something was wrong, and slowly raised his eyes, his eyes calm, and asked in a low voice, "What?"
"What I want to say is... our Xi family's daughter is not that delicate. She has always lived on the edge of a knife and can't use such good things..." Yun Ya lowered her eyes, her hands hidden in the dark, her five fingers tightly pressed together, turning her fingers into knives, ready to strike.
If he dares to say anything wrong, I will take action to deal with him immediately.
"Your last name is Xi?" Yan Mu looked at her, the coldness in his eyes dissipated. "What's your name?"
“…Yun Ya.”
"Xi Yunya, that's a good name." Yan Mu pulled the corner of his lips and whispered, "Most secret guards use pseudonyms and code names, but you have a real name. It shows that my mother really likes you, so she sent you here to protect me."
After finishing speaking, Yan Mu paused for two breaths, her eyes half closed, a self-deprecating arc appeared on her lips, and her voice was choked with sobs, "And I personally sent her to the cold palace..."
Noticing his depressed mood, Yun Ya pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.
Yan Mu took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, raised his eyes and looked at her, "Where are you staying?"
"Ah?" His emotions came and went quickly. Yun Ya didn't react for a moment. She hesitated for a long time and couldn't answer, "I...I..."
"Can you sleep on the beams like those secret guards before so they can monitor me?" Yan Mu sighed softly and raised his chin towards the side hall to the east. "You will live there from now on. I am the son of a guilty concubine. People in the palace treat people differently. All the servants in Pingyang Palace have been taken away to work elsewhere, and I am the only one left."
"You live here and no one will notice."
"No." Yun Ya shook her head repeatedly, her expression gradually becoming grim. "Your Highness, this... is against the rules."
Yan Mu's eyes were filled with self-mockery, and he smiled with curved lips, "It's okay, I'm not a person who follows the rules anyway."
He was born with a handsome face, and he tried hard to hide his suffering, which made him look particularly pitiful.
Seeing that she really couldn't refuse, Yun Ya had no choice but to agree. In her heart, she had already cursed the Third Prince of Daqi thousands of times.
"Everything in the side hall is complete. You can move in after you clean it up." Yan Mu's eyes were filled with smiles, and he was not on guard against Yun Ya. "Go ahead."
"...Yes." Yun Ya hesitated and raised her foot, walking towards the side hall he mentioned.
When she reached the door, she turned around for some unknown reason and looked at the thin figure behind her.
Yan Mu stood alone beside the flowers, quietly looking at the branches that were crushed by him. Most of his body was swallowed by the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Yun Ya's hands hanging on both sides of her body were slightly bent, and an indescribable feeling surged in her heart.
He is a prince after all, one of the future candidates for the crown prince, how could he fall to this point?
Looking at the thin and pitiful figure not far away, Yun Ya even felt that he was no different from the bunch of flowers with bent branches.
He did not have the nobleness of a prince, nor the arrogance and arrogance of Somon. Instead, he was like a body without a soul, barely alive, with a crushed heart, scattered into mud along with the scattered petals on the ground.
Yun Ya withdrew her gaze and pushed the door into the side hall. The room was indeed as clean as new as Yan Mu said, and much better than the Zhongbao Palace that Empress Dowager Daqi had pointed out to them.
Through the half-open window, Yun Ya saw that he was still fiddling with the flowers and plants, and she felt a little ashamed.
Yan Mu knelt on one knee on the ground, twisting a red flower between his fingertips, his expression calm. The next moment, a hand suddenly reached out from his side and picked up all the broken branches on the ground.
"You..." Yan Mu frowned slightly, looked at the girl squatting beside him, and said in a deep voice, "It's getting late, you——"
"This is my fault, and I have to bear the consequences." Yun Ya lowered her head and carefully picked the flowers. "These branches are not broken too badly. If I put them in a porcelain vase, they can still be kept alive for a while."
She doesn't want to owe anyone in Daqi any favor.
Yan Mu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Then thank you for your help."
Yun Ya looked at him in surprise, with a strange expression.
How come this kid doesn't have any airs at all?
It was the middle of the night. All the lights in Pingyang Palace were turned off. The door of the side hall was quietly opened. Yun Ya squeezed out from the crack of the door sideways and headed straight for Zhongbao Palace.
"What! You broke into the third prince's bedroom?" Somon sat up straight and looked at the girl in front of him.
Yun Ya nodded repeatedly, her expression serious. "My appearance has been exposed, and now I can't move. You should think of a way to let me—"
"Perfect!" Somon said excitedly with a shrewd glint in his eyes, "Find a way to completely gain his trust. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
Yun Ya was stunned, petrified on the spot, "You...you are willing to let me live alone in the same yard with a strange man?"
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