Chapter 596: Kiss (1)
On a winter night, the tea was cold, and the snacks were cold, but the proud and handsome young man did not show any disgust.
Even when he was just eating, he was still as graceful as a painting. Shen Miao flicked the wick on the table and noticed that Xie Jingxing's clothes seemed to have a chill, as if he had just returned from outside. She asked, "Have you been here all this time?"
Xie Jingxing would not hang on the tree in the Shen residence forever. It seemed that he had just said it casually. Shen Miao did not believe that the dignified Prince Rui would do nothing all day long.
Xie Jingxing smiled nonchalantly: "Didn't you ask me to kill Princess Ming'an?"
Shen Miao was stunned for a moment, looked at Xie Jingxing, and asked tentatively: "Did you kill her?"
"More than that."
Shen Miao fell silent. She had actually experienced Xie Jingxing's methods before. Two years ago, when Xie Jingxing was still the young marquis of Lin'an Marquisate, he had dealt with those mysterious masked men at the Lantern Festival by slaughtering them all without leaving a single one alive. Two years later, in the secret room of Lin'an Marquisate, he had also dealt with Xie Changchao with equal efficiency. In fact, at times, Shen Miao had believed that Xie Jingxing possessed certain qualities that an emperor should possess. However, Xie Jingxing and Fu Xiuyi were clearly different people. Perhaps it was because Fu Xiuyi could play along for the throne and endure for years, but Xie Jingxing would be so arrogant as to confront him directly with his sword.
Perhaps this is the pride inherent in the Daliang Dynasty.
Shen Miao thought for a while and shook her head. Daliang was so far away and had nothing to do with her. Then she looked at Xie Jingxing and suddenly felt that the current situation was a little strange. When did Shen Miao start to think of herself as being together with Xie Jingxing? Did she really think of Xie Jingxing as an ally?
She asked, "What did you do to her?" How would Xie Jingxing deal with Princess Ming'an? Shen Miao actually had a little expectation in her heart, this expectation was tinged with a little bit of malice. Having been deep in the harem for too long, Shen Miao was not a kind-hearted woman who could not stand the sight of blood. Moreover, facing a cruel and ruthless person like Princess Ming'an, Shen Miao would not have the slightest mercy.
"Are you looking forward to it so much?" Xie Jingxing looked at her with amusement and said lazily, "You'll know tomorrow."
Shen Miao pondered what Xie Jingxing meant by this. Was Princess Ming'an's death actually going to be quite a lively event? She asked, "What about Xie Changwu?"
Xie Jingxing even killed Princess Ming'an, so there was no reason for him to let Xie Changwu go.
As expected, Xie Jingxing said, "Kill him."
“Aren’t you afraid that Marquis Lin’an will be sad if he knows about this?” Shen Miao looked at him and asked.
The fire in the room was burning brightly. Xie Jingxing picked up the teacup and took a sip. His thin lips, soaked by the tea, looked even more red. However, his smile was as nonchalant as ever. He said, "What does the Lin'an Marquis's family affairs have to do with me?"
It was clearly a cold remark, but Shen Miao saw a hint of self-mockery in the young man's nonchalant smile, and her heart moved slightly.
From the moment he attacked the Xie brothers, Xie Jingxing had truly severed all ties with the Lin'an Marquisate. If Xie Ding ever tracked down his whereabouts, even if Xie Ding had no ill will towards Xie Jingxing, he would never let go of the Xie brothers' deaths. Father and son became enemies, though they weren't biological father and son. But was Xie Jingxing truly as indifferent as he appeared, or was he simply hiding all his emotions, good and bad, behind those eyes that were always filled with a smile?
Everyone in this world has secrets they don't want to share, and Shen Miao had no way of knowing what Xie Jingxing was thinking. On this cold winter night with heavy snow, Xie Jingxing ran to the tree outside the Shen residence to enjoy the cool air. Was he really just picking a flower to give to someone? Or was he just like her, dreamless in the night, and used the heavy snow to let those unpleasant thoughts settle.
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