Meng Qingqian was about to get dressed and get out of bed when He Yunxiao drew all the curtains shut.
He Yunxiao laughed and said, "Mengbao, I want to leave the palace and do it one last time."
Meng Qingqian was both ashamed and angry. "You always say it's the last time!"
"I'm not lying to you this time."
It was noon.
...
Meng Qingqian's fake coffin was placed in the bedroom of Changhe Palace, so these days, Meng Qingqian and Jian Ling have been living in the side hall of Fenghua Palace.
Because "Meng Qingqian is dead," in order to keep it a secret, the palace maids who take care of the two of them are all absolute confidantes, their numbers are very small, and they cannot be ordered around at will.
The security around Meng Qingqian has changed from multiple layers of protection, including the Imperial Guards, female servants with swords, and Jian Ling, to Jian Ling protecting her alone.
Because He Yunxiao was often inside the room, Jian Ling actually spent most of his time waiting outside the hall.
At noon that day, Jian Ling looked at the bright sun overhead, then left the palace gate without saying a word and walked to a place not far from the palace gate.
After a while, Jian Ling was even further away.
Getting too close would infringe on her privacy, and Jianling, as an upright girl, would disdain doing such a thing.
Over the past few days, the distance between her and the door has gradually increased from "36 feet" to "40 feet", "45 feet", and "50 feet".
It's a bit better during the day; you can't hear anything from about three zhang away from the temple entrance. But it's worse at night; you have to be even further away and use your internal energy to seal your ears.
Although Jian Ling was a ninth-rank martial artist, she had never taken the Soul-Devouring Pill. The dark circles under her eyes suggested that she had not slept all night.
His Highness hasn't slept, how can she sleep?
An hour later, Jian Ling stood silently at the palace gate. Shortly after, He Yunxiao emerged from inside the palace.
"Good morning, Miss Jianling." He Yunxiao greeted Jianling with a smile.
Jian Ling glanced at the afternoon sun and said, "Good morning, young master."
It was getting late, so He Yunxiao said goodbye and left the palace.
But what He Yunxiao didn't know was that after he left, Jian Ling looked at his retreating figure with eyes full of heartfelt admiration.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com