After saying that, he turned around and walked into the house.
Anger from Yan Xuehen: +77 +77 +77...
Seeing her aloof demeanor, Zu An panicked and quickly pulled her aside, saying, "I have something to say to you."
“I have nothing to say to you,” Yan Xuehen said coldly, shaking off his hand. “I’ve already made myself clear to you before.”
"This time it really is something important." Zu An didn't know how to explain for a moment.
For some reason, the two of them spoke very softly, as if afraid of being overheard by others.
Yan Xuehen glanced into the room, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's talk outside."
After saying that, he walked straight out.
Zuan was overjoyed and hurriedly followed.
They soon arrived at a bamboo grove outside the courtyard, where Yan Xuehen stopped. "Speak," she said, "what urgent matter requires you to come to me in the middle of the night?"
Zuan's expression was strange: "You don't actually think I came here in the middle of the night to raid you, do you?"
A blush flashed across Yan Xuehen's fair cheeks: "If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm leaving."
Zuan hurriedly said, "It's like this, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
After explaining that the magic array in the study of the Prince of Yan's mansion needed an expert to unravel it, he briefly explained it to her.
Compared to Xie Daoyun, Yan Xuehen was a more suitable candidate. After all, the two had cooperated several times before and were very familiar with each other. Moreover, both she and Yun Jianyue knew his identity as the Embroidered-Robed Envoy.
"You want to deal with the Prince of Yan?" Yan Xuehen frowned.
“It’s not that I’m targeting him intentionally. It’s just that I need to investigate something about the death of Gold Medal Seventh.” Zuan said in a deep voice, “Gold Medal Seventh helped me once before. Although we can’t be considered friends, I can’t just stand by and do nothing when I learn that his death was mysterious.”
Yan Xuehen fell silent: "The Prince of Yan has a special status, and I am the Abbot of Baiyujing Temple. If we are not careful, it could trigger a major crisis."
Hearing her consistently cold tone, and how she treated him no differently than she rejected the others, Zu An couldn't help but feel disheartened: "Since that's the case, then I won't force it. I'll think of another way."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Yan Xuehen said calmly, "The magic array in the Prince of Yan's study is no ordinary thing. Where would you find a solution in such a hurry?"
"There's no need for Abbot Yan to worry about that." Zu An waved his hand, without stopping.
Sensing the calmness in his tone, Yan Xuehen's heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip, a look of struggle on her face. Finally, seeing him walk further and further away, she couldn't help but say, "I never said I wouldn't help!"
That brat didn't even bother to say a few nice words to beg me; he just left like that.
Anger from Yan Xuehen: +222 +222 +222...
Zuan was taken aback, turned around, and asked incredulously, "You're really willing to help?"
Since you're already willing to help, why are you even angrier than before?
Yan Xuehen snorted coldly: "I can help you, but I have one condition."
"Don't mention one condition, I'll agree to ten. I'll even offer myself to you." Zu An was overjoyed and ran back.
"Dream on." Yan Xuehen spat, feeling her heart beating three times faster than usual. "How did you manage to make Pei Mianman skip a round of balls at the Golden Summit today?"
Zuan was taken aback: "These are your conditions?"
"Isn't that enough?" Recalling the scene back then, Yan Xuehen's brows furrowed slightly. From the afternoon until now, she felt a cat scratching at her heart, but she had been too embarrassed to ask before.
Meanwhile, Wang Wuxie shrank back into the shade of a tree, his expression one of utter shock: "How did those two end up together?"
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