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If a man were to get very close to you, and even closer, what would you think he wanted?
If a stunningly handsome man suddenly leaned down towards you slowly, would you feel a flutter in your heart?
At that moment, Le Yao Yao watched as the extraordinary face of the man before her drew nearer.
His long hand reached out slowly towards her face. She was momentarily taken aback but didn’t think much of it.
Until his hand suddenly paused at a spot on her head and then quickly withdrew.
"Hey, Yao Brother, you've got some grass clippings on your head!"
"Oh, is that so..."
Hearing Dongfang Bai's words and looking at the grass clippings pinched between his long fingers, Le Yao Yao simply smiled sweetly at him, her red lips curving into a grin.
That smile was so innocent and sweet.
Yet, she didn’t realize that while she felt no affection for the man before her, there was someone else who occupied her thoughts...
As he looked at the radiant smile on the face below him, Dongfang Bai felt as if something had struck his heart forcefully.
Then, an unfamiliar emotion surged within him, as if something had taken root and begun to sprout in his heart...
But he didn’t understand what this strange feeling was. He also didn’t know that the gaze with which he looked at Le Yao Yao was filled with both indulgence and an added hint of obsession...
However, all of this was vividly captured in someone else's eyes—someone who was none other than—
"Old Bai!"
As the cheerful call rang out, Dongfang Bai, who had been mesmerized by Le Yao Yao, suddenly snapped back to reality. He turned his head along with Le Yao Yao to look in the direction of the voice.
To their surprise, Nangong Junxi was standing behind them, having appeared without them noticing.
"Nangong?" Dongfang Bai said, momentarily taken aback by the sight of Nangong Junxi. Beside him, Le Yao Yao blinked her beautiful eyes in astonishment.
"Uh?"
It was that damn guy!?
What was he doing here?
Le Yao Yao had never had a good impression of the Seventh Prince. Therefore, upon seeing Nangong Junxi, she merely offered a polite nod and quickly turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
She thought that Nangong Junxi had come to find Dongfang Bai, but unexpectedly, he suddenly spoke up.
"Old Bai, you're heading back to the medical clinic, right? Perfect timing! I have something to discuss with this servant."
Hearing Nangong Junxi's words, both Dongfang Bai and Le Yao Yao exchanged surprised glances. However, Dongfang Bai eventually nodded at Nangong Junxi and replied.
"Alright then, I'll take my leave. You two catch up."
With a refined demeanor, Dongfang Bai bid farewell to Le Yao Yao with a nod before turning on his heel and striding away.
The evening breeze gently lifted his white garments as he walked, creating a graceful flutter. His long hair flowed behind him in an elegant arc.
Against the backdrop of the setting sun, he looked like an immortal riding the evening light and wind away, leaving Le Yao Yao awestruck as her eyes sparkled with admiration.
Until Dongfang Bai's figure completely disappeared from her sight, Le Yao Yao slowly withdrew her gaze. Just then, a hoarse and gritted voice rang in her ears.
"Have you seen enough?!"
Nangong Junxi was now furious, feeling a deep sense of discomfort within.
This damned servant could easily provoke his anger.
Did he really have no presence at all? He had been standing there for quite some time, yet 'his' gaze had remained fixed on someone else. Was he really so inferior to other men?
Was it too much to ask for 'his' attention to linger on him for just a moment longer?
While Nangong Junxi seethed with rage, Le Yao Yao lazily turned her face away. When she met Nangong Junxi's angry expression, confusion washed over her.
What was this damned Seventh Prince losing his mind about again? How did looking at her bother him in any way? It was utterly baffling, just like her senior brother!
Thinking of the living Yama made Le Yao Yao even more perplexed.
Since that night at Ruyi Inn, the living Yama had been giving her the cold shoulder, as if they were in a silent war.
In response, Le Yao Yao felt speechless. If others wanted to be angry, let them be; she couldn't control them.
Just like this Seventh Prince before her!
With that thought, Le Yao Yao lowered her beautiful eyes and stopped looking at Nangong Junxi's face. Instead, she spoke in a calm tone.
"I wonder what the Seventh Prince wishes to say to this servant?"
Her tone was indifferent and unhurried.
Upon seeing this, Nangong Junxi felt even more uncomfortable.
He realized that the little eunuch before him treated him and others with a stark contrast in attitude.
When facing Dongfang Bai, he was chatty and smiling.
However, when it came to him, the little eunuch wore a calm expression, subtly revealing signs of impatience.
Noticing this, Nangong Junxi felt a knot in his heart. Unfortunately, he couldn't demand anything from the other party.
Was he supposed to ask the little eunuch to treat him as kindly as he did others? That was simply impossible!
Moreover, he couldn't bring himself to do that! After all, he was the Seventh Prince of the Great Xia Kingdom! Was he really going to lower himself and plead with a little eunuch for better treatment?
He would have to be crazy to do such a thing!
With that thought in mind, Nangong Junxi's expression soured further. However, he didn't forget why he had come to find this Little Servant.
After adjusting his dissatisfaction, Nangong Junxi looked down at Le Yao Yao's little face and said,
"I came here to ask what exactly happened between you and Senior Brother."
So many days had passed, yet Senior Brother's demeanor remained sour. He seemed even colder than before.
Although Senior Brother had never been particularly warm, ever since arriving here, Nangong Junxi had witnessed the changes firsthand.
Since that night at Ruyi Inn, this Little Servant returned drenched and when he finally found Senior Brother, he was searching for something in the lake with an expression full of sorrow, like a fierce beast that had lost its cub.
Moreover, from the tone of the Senior Brother, he had thought that the Little Servant had drowned back then.
However, he was completely unaware of what had happened between them. All he knew was that his Senior Brother seemed to have been teased by this Little Servant, and since then, his Senior Brother's expression had been sour.
Thus, he was very curious about what had transpired that night, but he also understood that he would not get any answers from his Senior Brother. So, he had no choice but to seek clarification from this little eunuch.
Clearly, though, Le Yao Yao had no intention of answering Nangong Junxi's questions; she merely replied lightly.
"That is a matter between me and the Prince. If the Seventh Prince wants to know, you can ask the Prince directly."
Knowing what Nangong Junxi was inquiring about, Le Yao Yao chose not to respond. After all, everyone has things they prefer not to discuss.
Especially regarding what had happened that night…
Just thinking about that night made Le Yao Yao feel a bit angry.
After all, what she hated most was being forced into something against her will.
Although the other party was a high-ranking prince and she was just a Little Servant, if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t even dare to resist.
But she was not an ancient person raised in old customs.
In her eighteen years of education, everyone was equal regardless of status; no one could force her to do something she disliked, even if the other party was a high and mighty figure!
So she knew that recently the prince had been deliberately giving her the cold shoulder. But what could she do? If they ignored each other, that would be for the best!
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated Le Yao Yao felt, and soon her expression turned sour as well.
She looked at Nangong Junxi, who appeared flustered due to her words.
"Since the Seventh Prince has no further instructions, I shall take my leave."
Le Yao Yao said this and turned away, ignoring Nangong Junxi behind her as she walked off.
Nangong Junxi stomped his foot in frustration.
"You damn servant..."
However, no matter how angry Nangong Junxi was, Le Yao Yao paid him no mind and continued striding forward.
But halfway through, she noticed a package wrapped in oil paper on the ground, with a few Soup Dumplings scattered around it.
"What is this...?"
Who dropped it!?
And why here? Could it be that what she felt at noon was not just an illusion!?
...
In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed, and the Empress Dowager's fiftieth birthday finally arrived.
Le Yao Yao had made the most of those ten days, applying her modern knowledge to this world.
After all, Le Yao Yao had often participated in performance activities at school, including scriptwriting, so she had managed to make quite a name for herself in the theater troupe.
Even the Head of the Theater Troupe frequently praised Le Yao Yao, saying she was a formidable talent!
Naturally, Le Yao Yao felt a sense of excitement and pride about this. Moreover, she was very much looking forward to everyone enjoying the Peking Opera performances. Although she hadn't written the scripts herself, she had indeed put in a lot of effort into the props and background.
Because she discovered that the props for the drama of the Celestial Yuan Dynasty were very simple, she couldn't achieve the desired effect.
So, she took matters into her own hands and even drew numerous designs for useful props for others to create.
As a result, everyone began to look at this little eunuch with newfound respect when they saw that she had some skills.
Tonight, after spending ten days on the Peking Opera, it was finally time for the performance, and she couldn't help but feel excited!
However, during these ten days, she had only seen the living Yama a few times—she could count them on one hand.
Moreover, even when she did encounter him, he would merely rush past her without stopping for a moment...
Additionally, Le Yao Yao sensed that the living Yama was angry with her, which made him increasingly disdainful of her.
For some reason, even though she had previously wanted nothing more to do with him, facing his indifference now left her feeling somewhat unsettled.
Le Yao Yao found it hard to understand her contradictory emotions.
Today, having finished her tasks for the theater troupe, she woke up early with the intention of attending to the living Yama as he rose.
However, perhaps due to not having faced him directly for a while, Le Yao Yao felt a sudden wave of nervousness.
Dressed neatly, Le Yao Yao stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her own reflection that bore a tense expression.
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she clenched her small fist and spoke to herself in the mirror.
"Le Yao Yao, when did you become so timid? It's just facing the living Yama. You can do this!"
Yes! Just like that!
After calming her emotions, Le Yao Yao pressed her red lips together and arrived at the door of the Living Hell.
However, even though she had just adjusted her mood, the thought of being just a door away from the Living Hell made her uneasy. As soon as she pushed open the Carved Wooden Door, she would be face to face with him.
Just thinking about his face brought back memories of that domineering and fiery kiss he had given her on the banks of Ruyi Inn.
She couldn't help but wonder what had triggered such fury in him that night, directed entirely at her.
Although ten days had passed, the memory of that evening still haunted Le Yao Yao.
After all, this Living Hell was unpredictable and difficult to read. She feared that something similar to that night might happen again…
With a heart full of trepidation, Le Yao Yao finally bit down on her Silver Fang and reached out to push open the Carved Wooden Door.
As the door creaked open, the contents of the room gradually came into view.
The floor was made of blue stone, covered with an intricately patterned carpet.
There were Sandalwood Table and Chairs. Sheer Curtains swayed gently, and a golden bronze incense burner released wisps of smoke—the scent of Calming Incense wafted through the air…
However, Le Yao Yao's gaze ultimately fell upon the man at the window, Renli.
He stood with his back to her, obscuring his expression from view. But even if she guessed with her toes, she knew his face must be devoid of emotion, colder than an iceberg.
The summer morning was always so bright and charming, like a delicate young girl full of vitality.
The enchanting sunlight poured in through the open carved window, illuminating the entire room.
And there he stood, quietly bathing in that captivating sunlight.
The cool breeze gently lifted his thin robe, made of fine silk, which shimmered in the sunlight like a layer of flowing mercury, perfectly outlining his lean figure.
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a slightly raised firm backside, and those long, straight legs...
His physique was perfectly proportioned!
Even when he stood there quietly, an undeniable aura of strength radiated from him.
He resembled a noble and elegant African Cheetah.
A blend of agility, perfection, and power...
And then there was his long, jet-black hair. It was the first time she had seen a man's hair so flawless and beautiful!
The thick, dark locks cascaded freely down his back without any bindings.
Like the finest silk, it glimmered softly in the sunlight, exuding a gentle and rounded luster that made one want to reach out and touch it...
Just from his back alone, Le Yao Yao was utterly captivated.
Beautiful!
He was truly a stunning man!
Like a deity bathed in golden sunlight...
As Le Yao Yao marveled in her heart, the man who had been by the window seemed to sense her gaze. Slowly, he turned his face towards her.
His chiseled profile was strikingly perfect—full forehead, deep-set eyes, a nose as sharp as if carved from stone, and those cool, thin lips...
Even in profile, he was perfect from every angle.
However, the only flaw was the shadowy chill in his eyes.
Within those Deep Black Eyes, there was no warmth; they were so deep, like an unfathomable abyss, a bone-chilling Ice Cave, and a still autumn lake…
When he cast a gentle glance, it felt as if a gust of cold wind from December had suddenly swept through, making one shiver all over.
Le Yao Yao's initial awe and infatuation were instantly frozen by that piercing gaze, bringing her back to reality.
She trembled slightly, her heart racing.
Uh, it's too cold!
Just a single look could freeze a person, couldn't it!?
Le Yao Yao thought to herself, but she quickly regained her composure and bowed respectfully to the man, softly saying,
"Your Highness, may you be blessed. Allow me to assist you with your grooming."
"Mm."
A simple sound, devoid of further words.
Leng Junyu turned around, his hands clasped behind him, walking toward Le Yao Yao.
With each step he took closer, Le Yao Yao's previously calm heart began to race faster.
Even her breathing started to become somewhat erratic.
However, she kept her hands tightly clenched, desperately suppressing her wildly racing heart.
Calm down, calm down!
Although Le Yao Yao constantly reminded herself to stay calm, her heartbeat continued to race uncontrollably, accelerating again and again.
She didn't know the reason behind it.
Every time she faced the living Yama, her heart lost all control.
Perhaps it was because this man exuded an overwhelming presence, or maybe there were other reasons she couldn't comprehend...
Just as Le Yao Yao's thoughts were in disarray, the man had already approached her. The pleasant scent of Ambergris quickly filled her nostrils, enveloping her in his unique fragrance.
Inhaling this familiar yet long-lost scent made Le Yao Yao's heart skip a beat.
But instead of dwelling on the flutter in her heart, she swiftly began dressing the living Yama.
Today was the Empress Dowager's birthday, and the living Yama was dressed more extravagantly than usual.
He wore a Purple Robe with Golden Embroidery, cinched at the waist with an Azure Blood Jade Belt. On his feet were Clawed Boots adorned with golden embroidery.
This attire accentuated his already tall and perfect figure, adding an indescribable air of nobility and dominance.
Once Le Yao Yao finished dressing him, the living Yama gracefully lifted his robe and sat down in front of the Dressing Table.
To complement his regal purple Dragon Robe for today, Le Yao Yao selected a delicate Twin Dragons Playing with Pearls Crown for him.
The jewel was made of exquisite purple gemstones, truly remarkable.
Moreover, this single Jade Crown was worth a fortune.
After selecting the Twin Dragons Playing with Pearls Crown for the Living Yama, Le Yao Yao immediately picked up a comb and began to style his long, dark hair once she saw that he had no objections.
Since it was not her first time doing his hair, Le Yao Yao's skills had reached an extraordinary level.
Before long, she had styled his long hair and placed the delicate Jade Crown atop it.
With beautiful eyes, she carefully examined the Living Yama before stepping back, lowering her head and gazing down at him as he remained in a meditative state with his eyes closed.
"Your Highness, it's done."
"Mm."
His response was still a single syllable, so brief that it felt as if uttering another word would be a luxury.
Le Yao Yao felt a pang of discomfort at the Living Yama's indifference.
In her heart, she sensed an unsettling feeling.
Now, they seemed like two people even more estranged than strangers; the Living Yama showed her nothing but coldness.
Perhaps it was because of her previous teasing that he was upset.
However, if he were truly angry, he could easily send her to the lowest ranks, to serve in the horse washing room or as a small eunuch cleaning toilets.
Yet he did not. He still kept her by his side to serve him. She wondered whether he had grown accustomed to her presence or what it might be.
However, his deliberate indifference made her feel uneasy.
As Le Yao Yao was lost in thought, she noticed that the Living Yama had already stood up and walked out with large strides.
Le Yao Yao had no choice but to follow him without thinking too much about it.
During breakfast, Nangong Junxi would always arrive early.
However, today there was an additional guest, Dongfang Bai.
Ever since Dongfang Bai decided to open a medical clinic in Capital City, he had moved out of the royal residence and was living in the clinic.
Therefore, Le Yao Yao was quite surprised to see Dongfang Bai recently.
But it was during breakfast that she learned from their conversation that every year on the Empress Dowager's birthday, Dongfang Bai would receive an invitation.
After all, Dongfang Bai was exceptionally skilled in medicine, and the court had tried many times to invite him to serve as the Imperial Physician, but he had always declined.
Later, when the Emperor learned that Dongfang Bai preferred a carefree life outside the palace, he stopped insisting.
However, Dongfang Bai was always treated as an esteemed guest.
Often, whenever there were large banquets held in the palace, Dongfang Bai would be invited.
Yet, he rarely attended because he disliked the constraints of palace etiquette.
Thus, both Nangong Junxi and Leng Junyu were surprised to see him here this time.
"Old Bai, didn't you used to dislike going to the palace? Why have you come this time?"
Nangong Junxi, while enjoying exquisite dumplings, spoke with a hint of surprise.
Today, Nangong Junxi was dressed in an elegant emerald silk robe, cinched at the waist with a white jade belt, and adorned with white embroidered auspicious cloud shoes.
His long black hair was crowned with a jade crown, enhancing his striking appearance and making him exceptionally handsome.
Upon hearing Nangong Junxi's words, Dongfang Bai merely smiled at the corner of her mouth. She did not respond immediately but instead raised her extraordinarily beautiful deep black eyes towards a nearby little one, smiling in a way that suggested something more.
"I came because of someone."
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