But... Huang Ying's death was largely caused by you, Leng Qingjue!
Xuan Yuanfei naturally dared not speak to his beloved like that. He felt that Leng Qingjue was good in every way, except that he was easily swayed by emotions. He remembered what happened three years ago and quickly looked around, but did not see that aloof figure in white. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Xianhui's cough worsened, and the Grand General Sima Sang beside him said, "Your Majesty, should I go and get some medicine?"
"Oh, it's alright, General, I won't trouble you. I'll go myself." Xian Hui acted in an approachable manner. He said to Leng Qingjue, "Miss Leng, I'll leave for a while. We can continue our reminiscing later."
“Okay.” Leng Qingjue nodded. She had always felt that Xian Hui, despite his poor health, was extremely shrewd, and it was this quality that made her admire him and agree to be his friend.
...Well, as for Xianhui's great help to her, such as establishing an assassin organization and a multinational business association, she really just felt that it was just friendship...right?
Once they left the crowded hall and walked down the deserted corridor, Xianhui stopped coughing. He would say he was going to take his medicine by himself, but it wasn't that simple. He had long heard that the Princess Consort's maternal clan possessed a vast treasure trove filled with countless rare and precious items. If he could find it... it would certainly be of great help in the future battle against the Mingzi Kingdom.
Unfortunately, after walking for a long time, he did not find any secret passage or chamber. Instead, he encountered a girl squatting on the ground in the garden.
The girl squatted on the ground, cruelly destroying flowers with a tree branch in her hand, while muttering incantations.
Xianhui thought to himself that perhaps he could get some information out of this girl. He walked over and got closer, and then he could hear clearly that she was muttering some incoherent words.
"You stinky Amo... you hid my osmanthus cake again! I'm not talking to you today... Humph, you bad Amo... I raised you to this age, and this is how you repay me..." She poked the flowers and plants with the twig even harder, as if she were treating them as the fake one she hated.
Xianhui called softly, "Miss."
"Hmm?" She looked up, her beautiful face appearing even more serene in the moonlight, and the confusion in her clear eyes was like a pool of moonlit water.
She's a bit too...pure.
Xianhui paused for a long time before coming to his senses. He then squatted down, just like her, and asked, "Miss, what are you doing here?"
"Then what are you doing here?" Feng Guang glanced at him and then looked away, continuing to poke at the flowers and plants, refusing to look at him.
Xianhui thought to herself that it was probably because the night was too dark that she couldn't see clearly that he was actually quite good-looking, at least... there were quite a few girls in Nanxiang who were infatuated with him.
He cleared his throat and said, "I accidentally got lost and ended up here, but seeing that you were alone, I couldn't help but come up and ask you."
"Go straight, turn left, and you'll be out." She said succinctly, showing no interest in looking at him.
Xianhui stood up, and just as he turned around, he paused and walked back, squatting down on the other side of the scenery. "Miss... I wonder what this Amo you were just talking about is? Perhaps I can help you with your worries."
Look, look, his profile from this angle is perfect; it's easy for girls to fall for him.
The tree branch in Feng Guang's hand snapped with a snap. She gritted her teeth, "Amo is a pig! I'm never living with him again!"
Hmm... she still didn't look at Xianhui directly.
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