Chapter 110 Her conscience has been fed to turtles



Upon hearing this, Shen Qiyin paused in her tea-pouring motion.

In the dead of night, he came to confront me specifically because of just one sentence?

"Hmm..." She offered the tea with both hands and presented it to Xiao Yan, then said thoughtfully, "Perhaps your understanding of 'familiar' differs from mine?"

Xiao Yan paused for a moment, then suddenly looked at the pastries on the table and asked, "Who ate the pastries?"

Honeysuckle.

Who grilled the charcoal?

Honeysuckle.

"Who did you give the flute to?"

Honeysuckle.

Honeysuckle, who overheard their conversation from inside the room: "..." She did eat, roast, and store it, but isn't something wrong?

Xiao Yan's deep gaze fell on Shen Qiyin's fair and delicate face. When he spoke again, his tone seemed to contain helplessness and indulgence: "Do you have a conscience?"

Miss Shen: "No."

She's fed her conscience to turtles.

Xiao Yan chuckled to himself.

His pale lips curved slightly into a smile, a fleeting, gentle smile, but when he looked at her, a hint of amusement lingered in his eyes, like a glimmer of light.

"Lord Xiao..."

"Han Yu." A cool, deep voice gently interrupted her.

"What?" Shen Qiyin didn't react for a moment.

“A lone boat floats on the lake, the moonlight as cold as jade.” Xiao Yan looked at her with focused seriousness, yet also with an unspeakable gentleness: “Hanyu is my courtesy name.”

Shen Xiyin was stunned.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyes slightly and continued, "I am twenty-two years old this year."

My birthday is August 15th.

"I like black."

"I love eating grapes."

He hesitated noticeably at this point. "Good at..."

After a moment's thought, he continued with a serious expression: "Skilled at killing."

"I usually use a sword."

"He is also adept at using intrigue and trickery to kill others when necessary."

“Not yet married, and…” He stopped again.

This time, however, he wasn't thinking; instead, he seemed somewhat embarrassed, his voice lowering slightly: "...and I didn't have any concubines either."

The more Shen Qiyin listened, the more she felt something was wrong.

She understood what he said before. She said she wasn't familiar with him, so he explained his situation to her so she could get to know him. But what about the last two sentences?

It's one thing that she's not married yet, but she doesn't have any concubines... How could she possibly know that?

This was the first time Xiao Yan had ever introduced himself to someone like this in his life. Because he had little experience, he added somewhat uncertainly, "If you want to know anything else, you can ask me."

"Really?" Shen Xiyin's eyes lit up slightly.

"Um."

"Then no matter what I ask, you can't get angry."

"I'm not angry." There was even a hint of a smile in his voice.

Shen Qiyin was not a person without sense of propriety. She dared not ask about anything serious concerning the court or Qiying Pavilion. However, it was the random gossip that aroused her curiosity.

"You are not yet married, so you must want to achieve something great first. When you reach the highest position in the court, will you think about marrying a satisfactory wife?"

Xiao Yan pursed his thin lips and did not answer.

Shen Qiyin thought it was her problem that offended him, and was about to explain when she heard him say, "Your problem is problematic."

Shen Qiyin asked, puzzled, "What's the problem?"

Why assume 'when I've reached the pinnacle of power,' instead of now?

"Hmm?" Shen Qiyin sensed a hidden meaning in his words and quickly asked, "Does that mean you, sir, are already thinking of getting married?!"

"……Um."

Xiao Yan actually admitted it directly!

Their eyes met, and his dark eyes, stained with ink, rippled with boundless tenderness.

Shen Qiyin watched as his cheeks turned red at a visible speed, gradually spreading to the tips of his ears, and even his neck faintly revealed a blush, hidden below his collar.

But he kept staring at her, never looking away.

In a flash, a very outrageous thought crossed Shen Qiyin's mind.

Xiao Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he opened his lips again, saying, "You...aren't you going to ask me who I want to marry?"

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