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After coming to this realization, Le Yao Yao lowered her head and adopted a humble and respectful demeanor as she spoke.
"Replying to the prince, my family is not well-off. However, I happen to live next door to a Master. Usually, I help the Master with some tasks, and when he has time, he teaches me how to read."
Le Yao Yao tried her best to keep her tone calm, but inside, her heart raced, and her clothes felt heavy with sweat.
After all, lying in front of a living hell was a risk that could cost her head.
Little did she know what the past of this body entailed; she had only heard Little Muzi mention that her predecessor came from a poor background. Beyond that, she knew nothing. So, she had no choice but to fabricate a story.
She couldn't believe that this lord would actually investigate!
Upon hearing Le Yao Yao's words, Leng Junyu remained silent and did not glance at her again. Instead, he lowered his head and savored the fragrant tea in his hand. It wasn't until he finished a cup that he slowly set the teacup down on the intricately carved sandalwood table beside him.
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao stepped forward, intending to pour another cup of tea. Unexpectedly, at that moment, the Chief Eunuch strode in from outside.
The Chief Eunuch, who usually wore a serious and composed expression, now looked somewhat anxious. This made Leng Junyu raise an eyebrow slightly as he opened his lips and asked softly.
"Chief Eunuch, what is it?"
"Your Highness, it is the son of the Minister of Rites. He claims that our servants beat him today and has come with some people to discuss the matter at the front gate," the Chief Eunuch reported honestly.
Upon hearing this, Leng Junyu's handsome face remained unfazed; no emotions were visible. However, a slight smirk appeared on his thin lips, causing the temperature in the surroundings to drop significantly.
"Hmph! The son of the Vice Minister of Rites? Isn't he just that Wastrel? How dare he come to Duke Rui's Residence; he certainly has some nerve."
Leng Junyu scoffed, then seemed to remember something and spoke again.
"Who hit him? Do you know?"
"Master Shi said he couldn't see clearly before someone covered his head with a coarse sack and gave him a beating. He couldn't see the person, but he did manage to pick up a pass from the royal residence."
"Oh? In that case, who went out today?"
At this point, Leng Junyu noticed that the Chief Eunuch did not respond immediately. Instead, he raised his aged eyes and meaningfully looked at Le Yao Yao, who was standing nearby, her expression one of shock and disbelief upon hearing his words.
Seeing this, Leng Junyu followed the Chief Eunuch's gaze.
Le Yao Yao, upon hearing the Chief Eunuch's words, was already in a state of panic, feeling as if the sky were about to fall.
After all, she had never imagined that the incident of beating Master Shi would be discovered.
She thought her pass had simply fallen in some corner of the street, but she never expected it would be picked up by Master Shi, and now it seemed he had come looking for her.
Oh no, what should she do now?
Le Yao Yao's heart raced with fear, and her face turned pale as a sheet.
Especially when she sensed two gazes piercing towards her like swords, her entire body trembled. The grip on her Porcelain Cup loosened, and with a clatter, the fine china fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. The crisp sound was particularly jarring in the silence of the moment.
Seeing this, the man with Cold Eyes narrowed them slightly. His emotionless lips curled just a bit, and his deep, magnetic voice was like a seductive Poppy blooming, chilling and deadly. It sent shivers down one's spine.
"How could it be you!"
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