Chapter 211 Playing Hard to Get
The old doctor's back disappeared outside the door, but the silence in the room became heavier.
The bloodshot in Yan Qingyi's eyes had not yet faded, he turned around abruptly, and every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Who is it?"
"Who on earth wants to harm Sui Xin?"
Shen He patted Xiao Jingchi's back soothingly, letting him lean against her, and then slowly stood up.
Her gaze was colder than the night outside the window.
"What's the rush?"
“The monk can escape, but the temple cannot.”
Her voice was not loud, but it had a soothing power.
"Go check."
"Check the origins of all the incense in this dance studio, especially the new one we replaced today."
Yan Qingyi suddenly came to his senses and immediately called to Chen Suixin, the maid behind him, "Go! Call the steward!"
After one stick of incense.
The steward knelt on the ground tremblingly and explained the source of the incense in detail.
"Reply...Report to the Dean and the Princess..."
"This... this 'Concentrating Incense' was... sent by Princess Ya'an this morning..."
"They said it was for Mr. Chen to refresh himself..."
Princess Ya'an.
As soon as this name came out, Yan Qingyi's face turned ashen.
Chen He's eyes suddenly darkened.
It was indeed her.
That foolish woman blinded by jealousy.
The next moment, Yan Qingyi rushed out like a gust of wind.
"Mr. Yan!"
Shen He grabbed Xiao Jingchi and quickly followed.
Princess Ya'an's residence is brightly lit and extremely luxurious.
Yan Qingyi kicked open the gate and his roar echoed throughout the courtyard.
"Xiao Ya'an! Get out here!"
Princess Ya'an was dressing in front of the mirror. She was startled by the sound and came out angrily.
"Yan Qingyi! What are you crazy about!"
When she saw Chen He's cold face like the moon behind Yan Qingyi, her pupils suddenly shrank.
Yan Qingyi approached step by step, the anger in his eyes almost burning her to death.
"Did you send the fragrance to the dance studio?"
Princess Ya'an was stunned at first, then she straightened her chest, with an undisguised look of pride and resentment on her face.
"So what?"
She smiled, a slightly twisted smile.
"I just can't stand seeing Chen Suixin acting so arrogant! Why? Why do you only have eyes for her?"
"Who the hell is she? How could she be worthy of you, Yan Qingyi!"
"I just wanted to stop her from dancing and make her look bad in front of everyone! What's wrong with that?"
"How dare you come here and yell at me for her!"
Princess Ya'an became more and more excited as she spoke, tears mixed with jealousy flowing out of her eyes.
"Yan Qingyi! Tell me! How exactly am I inferior to her?"
Faced with this hysterical questioning, Yan Qingyi was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he couldn't say a word.
And Shen He just watched quietly.
Look at this woman who was used as a knife but was still complacent.
She suddenly chuckled.
The laughter was very light, but like a needle, it instantly pierced through the madness of Princess Ya'an.
Princess Ya'an turned her head abruptly and glared at her fiercely, "What are you laughing at!"
Chen He slowly stepped forward, his eyes filled with compassion.
"I laugh at you being stupid."
"Who told you the name 'Blood-scattering Fragrance'?"
Princess Ya'an's expression changed.
"What blood-dispersing incense? I gave you a mind-concentrating incense!"
"Really?" Chen He's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc. "It seems that the person who gave you the incense didn't tell you that if the incense burns even half a stick longer, it will kill Chen Suixin."
"What?!"
Princess Ya'an was struck by lightning, and the color on her face instantly disappeared.
“No… Impossible!”
"He...he clearly said that this would only make the muscles and bones sore..."
She blurted out, then slammed her hand over her mouth, her eyes filled with fear.
It's too late.
Shen He's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"'he'?"
"who is he?"
Princess Ya'an shook her head desperately, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word.
In Chen He's mind, a sinister and paranoid figure slowly emerged.
Yes.
Who else but him.
He was able to obtain this sinister forbidden incense and accurately seize the chess piece of Princess Ya'an to get rid of himself completely.
What a good trick to kill with a borrowed knife.
Xue Minglan.
Coming out of the Princess's Mansion, the night wind was biting.
Yan Qingyi was still immersed in fear and anger, with his fists clenched.
"I'm going to report this to His Majesty! Let Prince Yi give Sui Xin an explanation!"
"it's useless."
Shen He stopped him, his voice frighteningly calm.
"You have no evidence."
"Princess Ya'an will not betray him. She dares not, and cannot."
"Are we just going to let it go like this?!" Yan Qingyi growled unwillingly.
"Of course not."
Chen He raised his head and looked in the direction of Prince Yi's Mansion, with a bottomless cold pool in his eyes.
"If you show up, you'll only alert the enemy and even bring disaster upon yourself."
"You can't handle Xue Minglan's methods."
She paused and spoke word by word.
"I'll take care of this matter."
Prince Yi's Mansion.
In the study, the candlelight flickered, casting a cold light on the swords hanging on the wall.
Xue Minglan was dressed in black and was slowly wiping the dagger in his hand.
When he heard the guard announce that Shen He wanted to see him, he paused in wiping and a determined smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.
"Let her in."
He had expected her to come.
Chen He's figure appeared at the door, like a plum tree standing in the cold night, clear and aloof.
"Ah He, it's so late, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"
Xue Minglan put down the dagger, stood up and walked towards her, his eyes so hot that they seemed to want to devour her.
Chen He ignored the intimacy in his tone and got straight to the point.
"Your Highness Prince Yi, it's better to be frank than to speak in hushed tones."
"Stay away from Chen Suixin."
Xue Minglan laughed softly as if he had heard a huge joke.
"how?"
He took a step closer, enveloping her with an aggressive aura.
"I touched your people, are you heartbroken?"
"Or..."
His voice dropped even lower, a hint of playful huskyness in it.
"Are you jealous?"
Shen He frowned in disgust and took a step back, creating some distance.
"Xue Minglan, put away your tricks."
"You know what you've done. If it happens again, I promise you'll regret it."
At the moment when the two men were confronting each other, a very slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from the inner room behind the screen.
It was very soft, but Shen He heard it.
She even smelled a faint, sweet scent of perfume.
Chen He sneered in his heart, but remained expressionless. He only cast his gaze towards the tightly closed inner room door, with a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.
"Your Highness Prince Yi is in a really good mood."
"There's a canary hiding in the house, and you dare to come out and provoke me."
"Aren't you afraid that the person inside will cry until his pillow is wet?"
Xue Minglan's face darkened instantly.
He thought she had discovered something, and a trace of violent murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
But when he met Chen He's eyes that were full of ridicule but not a trace of sadness or jealousy, he suddenly understood something.
The murderous intent was instantly replaced by a twisted ecstasy.
He rushed forward and grabbed Shen He's wrist.
The force was so strong that it seemed to crush her bones.
"Ah He."
His voice held a chilling certainty.
"You still care about me, don't you?"
Chen He struggled for a moment, but failed to break free, and said coldly, "Let go!"
Xue Minglan pulled her closer, almost next to her ear, and his hot breath sprayed down.
"You just came here to cause trouble."
"You're jealous, so you say these things on purpose to irritate me."
He looked into her angry eyes and smiled even more smugly.
"Ah He, stop taking Qiao."
"This trick of yours, playing hard to get, I really like it."
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