So, by sheer coincidence, Xie Lingqin's hand ended up resting on the back of the Crown Prince's hand.
The air seemed to suddenly become quiet.
The flowers outside the window also stopped breathing.
Xie Lingqin looked at the hand, then at the Crown Prince Yuwen Yao, who stood beside her and was more than a head taller than her.
Yuwen Yao was looking at her at that moment, his deep, unfathomable phoenix eyes sparkling like a starry river, beautiful yet cold.
Each beam of light seemed to draw in one's soul.
"Your Highness..." Xie Lingqin tried her best to remain calm and keep her voice gentle.
"Still saying you don't covet me?"
Yuwen Yao frowned slightly.
Xie Lingqin's pupils contracted.
What?
Yuwen Yao, however, drew her gaze to the hand pressing down on the back of his hand, saying, "Take your pig's paw off me."
Pig's trotters?
This hand is so small and fair, it doesn't look like a pig's paw at all. Did this prince have his eyes eaten by a donkey?
Since I'm not saving him now and he won't give her the antidote, why should I swallow my anger in front of you?
Xie Lingqin's anger suddenly flared up. Instead of removing her hand, she pressed it down even harder. "Your Highness," she said, "this is my courtyard, my room, and this painting was painted by me personally. Whose hand do you think should be removed?"
"presumptuous."
"Bold."
Xie Lingqin's voice was even higher than the Crown Prince's.
He only saved her life, why is he acting so arrogantly?
They really think she's easy to bully.
The Crown Prince's handsome face seemed to falter slightly, his gaze fixed on Xie Lingqin without blinking.
"Don't think that just because you're good-looking, you're so great, or that you can manipulate everyone."
Xie Lingqin, for some unknown reason, suddenly threw a violent shove at the Crown Prince's body.
They were determined to knock him out.
However, the crown prince, though thin, remained as immovable as a mountain.
Instead, it caused Xie Lingqin herself heartache.
"Xie Lingqin, who gave you the audacity?" The Crown Prince was clearly enraged as well, and as he spoke, he raised his hand to grab Xie Lingqin.
It happened so fast!
Xie Lingqin ignored the Crown Prince's hand that was about to land on her shoulder, and instead grabbed the paper, tore off the important part, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Compared to her earlier audacity, she believed that if the Crown Prince had truly seen the entire painting, she would be torn to pieces.
Therefore, everything just now was merely to distract the Crown Prince and allow him to release the painting.
Xie Lingqin felt incredibly aggrieved. She never imagined that she, an elite in the assassin world, would one day be reduced to eating paper.
No, eat the painting.
She was performing the act of swallowing paper whole in front of a man as handsome as the bright moon in the sky.
Yuwen Yao's hand, which was frozen in mid-air, seemed to tremble slightly, as if he had been startled by the scene.
A woman, a fairly attractive woman, appeared so... in his presence.
To be unconventional and innovative.
Did she pretend he didn't see the painting?
That's really bold.
"Is it tasty?"
The Crown Prince's hand did not land on Xie Lingqin's shoulder in the end. His anger subsided, and a faint smile seemed to remain on his face.
Xie Lingqin almost choked.
tasty?
Come and have some.
but……
Xie Lingqin swallowed the last bit of paper, and though she looked disheveled, she patted her chest firmly, "It's...okay."
"That's good."
The Crown Prince tucked his splendid sleeves and nodded slightly. "If that's not enough, I have plenty more in my residence."
Xie Lingqin...
"No need, I'm full." Xie Lingqin turned around, looking at the large hole she had just torn in the Xuan paper, and crumpled it into a ball with a hint of annoyance. "Your Highness, please leave. I won't see you off."
This is clearly an attempt to drive people away.
Yuwen Yao chuckled lightly, "If you can be used by me, the poison in your body can naturally be cured."
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I think living for another three months is quite good."
She had her own way of avoiding being forced into prostitution as a farmhand.
It was also used by him.
Useless.
Xie Lingqin tried to calm her guilty conscience, but her cool face clearly showed displeasure.
"Miss, look at these two purses made of giant clam shells..." The door was suddenly pushed open.
Zihe stood there, holding two purses, then immediately lowered her head and said, "This servant greets the Crown Prince."
"No need for formalities," the Crown Prince said, and walked to the window.
The next moment, they disappeared without a trace.
The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of pears, and the sunlight was warm, as if the shimmering white dress from just moments before was still there.
"Miss..." Zihe's lips twitched, wanting to ask something, but not knowing what to ask.
Xie Lingqin, however, remained unfazed, her face contorted with resentment. "See? He wanted to keep me as a mistress, but when that failed, he actually chased me all the way here. This Crown Prince can't possibly be a lunatic."
Zihe...
"Miss, if, in fact, the Crown Prince really wants that... you know, I think the Crown Princess wouldn't be bad either..."
"What about the Crown Prince's concubine?" Xie Lingqin asked in return.
"Uh..." Cihe blinked, "This servant didn't say anything just now, um, Miss, take a look at these two purses."
"Hmm, not bad, send it over."
"yes."
Zihe looked back every few steps.
My heart was churning with emotions.
Is the Crown Prince's affection for the young lady truly...?
After all, the Crown Prince and the young lady were very close when they came in.
Over the years, she had never seen the Crown Prince so close to any woman.
Moreover, the prince and the young lady seemed to be a surprisingly harmonious match.
After closing the door, Xie Lingqin lay on the soft couch, pretending to be dead.
Suddenly, it rolled over and got up again.
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