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Seeing this, Le Yao Yao's face turned pale in an instant. She quickly closed her eyes, thinking that Leng Junyu was about to hit her.
However, the anticipated pain never came. Instead, she heard a heavy object splash into the water nearby, creating ripples.
Confused by the sound, Le Yao Yao slowly opened her beautiful eyes just a crack. As she glanced around, she realized that the man in front of her wasn’t going to hit her; he had merely swept all the food off the table into the lake outside the pavilion.
Watching the water ripple gently, Le Yao Yao's eyes flickered. Remembering what the living Yama had just said, she felt puzzled.
How did he know what she was thinking? Was he like a worm in her belly, able to read her mind?
Le Yao Yao pondered this but remained unaware that to others, she was as transparent as a blank sheet of paper. Her thoughts were easily readable on her face; even without speaking, Leng Junyu could tell what was on her mind.
Looking at the petite little eunuch before him, Leng Junyu felt an impulse to snap his delicate neck.
This damned servant was so ungrateful that letting him starve seemed like a fitting punishment.
Yet, wasn’t he acting strangely himself?
When had he ever cared about whether a servant was hungry? In the past, if a servant had died of hunger right in front of him, he wouldn’t have even blinked.
But why was it different with this little eunuch?
At that moment, Leng Junyu felt confused and conflicted, unable to sort through his thoughts.
Inside the pavilion, the two individuals had their own thoughts, neither daring to break the eerie silence.
The atmosphere gradually became increasingly strange.
However, even though both could control their mouths from speaking, there were some things that could not be controlled. For instance—Le Yao Yao was fiercely protesting the emptiness of her stomach!
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Le Yao Yao's cheeks turned a deep shade of red; she was almost wishing for a hole to hide in.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Leng Junyu's lips twitched slightly as his deep gaze remained fixed on Le Yao Yao's face.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
Finally, Le Yao Yao could no longer endure it. Her embarrassed little face drooped low, nearly sinking down to her chest.
Her red lips moved as if to say something, but unexpectedly, a thin and cold voice came from above her head.
"Yue."
"Your subordinate is here."
With Leng Junyu's words, a dark figure appeared outside the Pavilion like a Specter, kneeling on one knee, face full of respect, waiting for the master's command.
Yue was one of the Shadow Guards cultivated by Leng Junyu, devoted solely to him. Even the emperor would have to stand aside!
Moreover, as a Shadow Guard raised from a young age, Yue was tasked with dangerous and dark work.
As long as it was a command from the master, whether it was to kill or set fire, even if it meant taking their own lives, they would never utter a word of complaint. After all, their lives were saved by the master, and thus their lives belonged to him.
Being a Shadow Guard meant that emotions were not allowed.
Therefore, Yue's face always bore an icy expression, as if nothing could ever change it, even if the sky were to fall.
However, when Yue heard his master's next words, the previously frozen expression showed signs of cracking.
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