TSFLIP Chapter 1070

But… Huang Ying’s death was largely caused by you, Leng Qingjue!

Of course, Xuanyuan Fei didn’t dare say that to the woman he loved. In his eyes, everything about Leng Qingjue was good—except that she was too prone to acting on emotion. Thinking back to what had happened three years ago, he quickly glanced around, but when he didn’t see that cold, white-clad figure, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Xian Hui’s coughing grew worse. The general at his side, Sima Sang, said, “Your Majesty, shall I fetch your medicine?”

“Oh, it’s fine. No need to trouble the general—I’ll go myself.” Xian Hui maintained an approachable demeanor. Turning to Leng Qingjue, he said, “Miss Leng, I’ll step away for a moment. We can continue catching up later.”

“Alright.” Leng Qingjue nodded. She had always felt that although Xian Hui appeared frail, he was deeply calculating—and it was precisely that quality that made her admire him enough to accept him as a friend.

…As for how Xian Hui had gone out of his way to help her—such as establishing an assassin organization and even a cross-border merchant guild—she really did think of it as nothing more than friendship… probably.

Once he left the crowded hall and stepped into an empty corridor, Xian Hui stopped coughing. Saying he needed to take his medicine alone was, of course, just an excuse. He had long heard that the Prince Consort’s wife’s family possessed a treasure vault filled with countless rare and valuable items. If he could find it… it would be of great help in any future conflict with the Mingzi Kingdom.

Unfortunately, after searching for quite some time, he found no hidden passages or secret chambers. Instead, in the garden, he came across a young woman crouching on the ground.

She was squatting there, holding a tree branch and mercilessly poking at flowers and plants, muttering to herself all the while.

Xian Hui thought to himself that perhaps he could coax some useful information out of her. As he drew closer, he finally made out what she was saying—it turned out to be nothing but complaints.

“Stupid A’Mo… hiding my osmanthus cakes again. I’m not talking to you today… hmph, bad A’Mo… I raised you all these years, and this is how you repay me…” She jabbed harder at the plants, as if treating them like the person she was annoyed with.

Xian Hui called out softly, “Miss.”

“Hm?” She looked up. Under the moonlight, her delicate features seemed almost sacred. The confusion in her clear eyes was like a pool of spring water shimmering with reflected moonlight.

She was… far too pure.

Xian Hui paused for a long moment before coming back to himself. Then he crouched down beside her, mimicking her posture. “Miss, what are you doing here?”

“And what are you doing here?” Fengguang shot him a glance before quickly looking away, continuing to poke at the plants without sparing him another look.

Xian Hui thought to himself that perhaps the night was too dark for her to see clearly that he was, in fact, rather handsome. At the very least, many young women in the Nanxiang Kingdom were quite infatuated with him.

Clearing his throat lightly, he said, “I got lost and ended up here by accident. But seeing you here alone, I couldn’t help but come over and ask.”

“Go straight, then turn left—you’ll find your way out.” Her reply was brief and to the point, and she showed no interest in looking at him.

Xian Hui stood up, turned to leave, then paused. After a moment, he walked back and crouched down on her other side. “Miss… may I ask who this A’Mo you mentioned is? Perhaps I can help ease your troubles.”

Look at that—this angle of his profile was his most perfect one. It was very easy for girls to fall for him from this angle.

With a sharp snap, the branch in Fengguang’s hand broke. She gritted her teeth. “A’Mo is a pig! I’m never living with him again!”

…And still, she didn’t even look at Xian Hui.