Chapter 595: Picking Flowers as a Gift to a Beautiful Woman (6)
"Your Highness Prince Rui has come here, but I wonder why?" Princess Ming'an was finally awakened by the incident of the other party killing Xie Changchao. She seemed to have finally realized the danger shrouded in the night. She spoke tentatively, but her heart began to beat violently.
The man's voice was as gentle as the wind, yet also like the ice and snow falling from the sky over Wanli Lake. It looked beautiful, yet chilling. He said, "Such a beautiful scenery, wouldn't it be a good place to bury my bones?"
Xie Changwu said: "Why are you doing this? I have no grudge against you, why can't you let us go?" Knowing that the other party had murderous intentions and he had no way to retreat, Xie Changwu finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and shouted loudly.
"No grudges or hatred?" The other party seemed to have heard something funny and said, "You are too forgetful."
"Xie Changwu, over the years, you and your foolish brother have been as unaware of any progress," he said.
Xie Changwu felt that these words were somewhat familiar, and then he saw the man in black slowly pulling off the veil covering his face.
Even the faintest light from a tinderbox couldn't mask this man's brilliance. His eyebrows reached deep into his temples, his nose slanted like a gallbladder, and his thin lips wore their usual mocking smile. But his peach blossom eyes seemed to be peering at him from afar, their smile clearly gentle, yet tinged with a hint of contempt.
That was Xie Changwu's lifelong nightmare.
"Xie Jingxing!"
Princess Ming'an was intoxicated by the man's enchanting appearance, wondering if the face beneath Prince Rui's mask was indeed as stunning as the rumors said, but her thoughts were interrupted by Xie Changchao's voice.
Xie Jingxing? Wasn't that the eldest son of the Xie family from the Lin'an Marquisate, the one who died in battle two years ago, causing so much grief?
"I'm so glad you still remember me." Xie Jingxing smiled faintly, but that originally handsome smile looked terrifying in Xie Changchao's eyes. He turned around and was about to run away. It was an instinct that came from his bones, like the subconscious reaction of prey when faced with danger. His mind didn't even consider whether it was okay or not.
He was held down and his mouth was blocked, unable to move at all. The same fate befell Princess Ming'an.
The pleasure boat was in the center of Wanli Lake. Late at night, the streets were deserted. Even the lights of the restaurant in the distance were drowned out by the singing and dancing. It was like throwing a stone into a pond, which could not even create a splash and slowly sank.
Xie Changchao and Princess Ming'an were held down by the men in black, and watched helplessly as the leader turned around and walked out of the pleasure boat.
Even on the ice, he walked with grace, and his voice, across the heavy snow on Wanli Lake, was as cold as winter ice, chilling people to the heart.
"The game is over."
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Shen Miao woke up from her dream.
I don't know why, but I've been feeling rather restless tonight, and at this moment, I've simply woken up. There's not a single sound outside, so I guess it's the perfect time for a good night's sleep.
She rubbed her forehead, feeling a slight headache, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. The fire in the room was burning brightly, but she felt a sense of suffocation in her chest. After thinking about it, she simply took her coat from the side and casually put it on. She walked to the window and opened it, hoping to get rid of the suffocation in her heart.
The window was opened, and the shadows of the big trees in front of the window were swaying. It was still snowing outside, and large flakes of snow fell, some of which were blown into the house. Shen Miao stretched out a hand and watched the snowflakes gradually melt in her palm.
For some reason, I felt a little lonely.
On a night like this, unable to sleep, alone, wrapped in clothes, watching the snow, it was really a bit artificial. But her mind couldn't help but think of some things in her past life, such as Wanyu and Fu Ming, and she felt the old scars hidden in her heart that she had deliberately concealed began to ache.
A small flower fell from the sky and landed right in Shen Miao's outstretched palm. Shen Miao was startled, and with the help of the lantern hanging on the tree, she could see clearly that it was not a snowflake, but a bright red crabapple flower.
Where would there be any crabapples at this time of year? This tree isn't meant to grow crabapples.
Shen Miao subconsciously looked up and saw a man lying in the shadow of the tree, his hands resting behind his head, as relaxed as a young man. Noticing her looking at him, he lowered his head slightly, looking down at Shen Miao from above. He had handsome features and a cynical smile. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Shen Miao: “What are you doing here?”
Xie Jingxing had no reason to go to someone else's yard and sleep on a tree. This hobby of King Rui of Daliang seemed too bizarre.
"I can't sleep." The man sighed, and suddenly swooped down from the tree, landing in front of Shen Miao. Through the window, one person was outside the window, and the other was inside the window. He pointed at Shen Miao's palm and said, "I picked a flower and came to give it to you. I was afraid you fell asleep, so I waited for you to wake up in the tree."
Shen Miao rolled her eyes at him as he was talking nonsense, but she saw that although this man was smiling, he did not look as energetic as before today.
Something moved in her heart, and for some unknown reason, Shen Miao blurted out: "Come in, there are some leftover snacks in the room."
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