Lianxing curtsied and said, "Thank you for your trouble, little master."
She watched as the young novice monk entered the courtyard and disappeared, then she secretly hid to the side.
Seeing him carry a plate of vegetarian food out and walk towards Shen Zhiyi's meditation room, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The young novice monk had traveled halfway.
They ran into Ye Jinghong, who had just come out of the meditation room.
"Is this meant to be delivered to the Second Miss's room?" Ye Jinghong called out to him.
His and Shen Qingyuan's meditation room was arranged at the other end of the temple, not in this direction.
The young novice nodded.
"I'll do it." He was just worried about not finding an opportunity to get closer to Shen Zhiyi.
She didn't respond to him just now, so delivering the food now would be a good opportunity to ask her in person.
The young novice monk readily agreed.
"Then I'll trouble you, benefactor."
Ye Qinghong accepted the vegetarian meal and then circled back to Shen Zhiyi's courtyard.
This time, she opened the door.
"Second Miss!" Ye Jinghong's smile didn't last a moment before he saw Yan Zhuoxu sitting upright inside, holding Buddhist prayer beads and staring straight at him.
He exuded a deep and imposing aura, and looking into his eyes, for some reason, sent chills down my spine.
Ye Jinghong stammered, "Master Kongchen is here too?"
He held the plate and nodded in greeting.
"Greetings, Master."
Although this prince has secluded himself here and does not recognize his ordinary identity, he still needs to observe the proper etiquette.
Yan Zhuoxu's gaze slowly fell, settling on the food plate in his hand.
He stood up, walked to Shen Zhiyi's side, glanced at her, and said to Ye Jinghong, "I'm sorry to have troubled you to come all this way for nothing."
"She will dine with me tonight."
After saying that, he grabbed Shen Zhiyi's wrist and pulled her close to him, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.
He walked toward his meditation room.
“Master…” Shen Zhiyi stumbled after him, “Isn’t this inappropriate?”
Not suitable?
Yan Zhuoxu stopped, grasped her wrist, lifted her up, pressed down, and whispered, "Then it would be appropriate for you to dine with him?"
His tone was cold and heavy, "If you don't leave, I'll carry you over."
Shen Zhiyi: ...
She blushed and nestled close to him.
Two figures, one large and one small, disappeared into the meditation room.
Yan Zhuoxu turned around and closed the door. Before closing the door, he lifted his eyelids and looked at Ye Jinghong, who was still standing there, and gave a cold smirk.
The door slammed shut.
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