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"It's hard to say. That icy gaze of yours... Hmph!" He suddenly sat up straight, his back rigid. "But Feng'er is just a little maid. What could she possibly have to do with a man visiting Qi Xiang tower for the first time?"
"Liu Yun said that Feng'er is usually clever and obedient, both filial and sensible, so she shouldn't be the type to do something like this. However, what she didn't expect was that Feng'er's mother has recently fallen gravely ill and urgently needs a large sum of money. If someone were to offer her a hefty amount to commit murder at this time, it's hard to guarantee she wouldn't make such a foolish choice. Therefore, I've sent Lao Fang to investigate who Feng'er has met and where she has been in the past few days..."
Zhao Xinqing felt a faint sense of loss in her heart.
Putting everything together, it was evident that the woman she and Shui Lingyun encountered at the inn was very likely the one who incited Feng'er to commit murder. However, this also proved that Liu Yun had no connection to the matter.
But why? Why did she feel so uncomfortable? Could it be that she was truly the petty type, suspicious of others out of jealousy?
Thinking this, her mood inexplicably soured. She furrowed her brows and abruptly pulled her hand from Qin Qixu's warm grasp, swinging her arm forcefully. "If that's the case, then this case has nothing to do with The Shape-Shifting Silver Wolf? I don't need to worry about it anymore. I'm going back to my room to sleep!" With that, she stood up and hurried back inside, closing the door gently behind her.
Qin Qixu rose and looked at the closed door, seemingly hesitating whether or not to knock.
His hand lifted slightly before slowly lowering again.
"This girl told me this afternoon that if you don't want her anymore, she'll marry me!" Shui Lingyun tapped his fingers on the stone table rhythmically. "To be honest, I used to tease her quite often; she reminds me of the Imperial Sister before she got married. But old Qin, don't blame me for not warning you. When she said that this afternoon, I realized I might actually have developed some feelings for her!"
"You dare!" Qin Qixu turned his back to him, coldly throwing out a threat in an icy tone.
"Heh, it seems lying is indeed not something one should do! If you deceive others too much, you might end up deceiving yourself! Sigh, it's a long night ahead; I really need to think about how to face this girl in the future!"
He leisurely stood up, hands clasped behind his back as he strolled outside the courtyard with a relaxed pace. "That girl still has some feelings for me deep down. Otherwise, why would she say she'd settle for second best? Hahaha!"
Qin Qixu's body stiffened for a moment before he rushed into Zhao Xinqing's room, moving with urgency.
Zhao Xinqing, who had been sitting by the bed lost in thought, was startled by his sudden arrival. She trembled slightly, noticing his pale face and the fury simmering in his eyes, completely devoid of his usual calm demeanor.
" brother Qixu..."
"How do you truly feel about the prince?" His hands were clenched tightly, knuckles turning white.
He was unwilling to admit that seeing her standing next to King Anle stirred up the deepest feelings of inferiority within him. It was her unwavering determination to follow him that allowed him to accept her. But if there ever came a day when she fell for someone else, he couldn't guarantee he would have the courage to compete for her.
"What did that guy say to you? You know what I have with him, don’t you? He’s always teasing me; I was just joking around with him..."
"What if he is serious about you?" He looked down at her, his eyes burning with intensity, dangerous and fierce, fixated on her.
"How could that be? That guy..." Zhao Xinqing felt both exasperated and amused. She took pride in his concern for her but was also annoyed that he had upset her and was now turning it back on her.
Qin Qixu lowered his voice, sounding somewhat hoarse. " Qing'er, I'm speaking hypothetically."
Zhao Xinqing had no choice but to lower her gaze, her eyelids slowly dropping. She realized they were leaning towards each other in an intimate manner; he was usually so composed and rarely lost control like this.
Seeing her silent, Qin Qixu's anger and fear intensified. He leaned closer, bringing his face near hers and lifting her chin to force her to meet his gaze.
The instinctive action startled him as well.
Zhao Xinqing's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, resembling ripe apples, her bright eyes sparkling with a vivid sheen. Her slightly parted crimson lips, illuminated by the candlelight, looked like flowers inviting to be picked.
He instinctively pulled back, intending to take a few steps away, but was caught off guard as Zhao Xinqing wrapped her arms around his waist. She stood on her toes, her heels slightly lifted. "Are you trying to escape again?"
Summoning her courage, she pressed her warm, inexperienced lips against his with a brave determination.
Qin Qixu's body stiffened instantly, as if he were a statue. However, the moment her playful tongue brushed against his lips, he nearly lost all sense of reason.
He let out a low hum from his throat and suddenly pushed her down onto the bed.
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