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Chapter 136: The Tenderness in Cold Eyes
Feeling the sharp gaze of Nian Sulan probing her, Le Yao Yao was taken aback, clearly aware of what Nian Sulan was investigating. After all, she was just a little eunuch in the eyes of these esteemed individuals, utterly worthless.
So, seeing this god-like nobleman actually lowering himself to embrace her, a mere Little Servant, was nothing short of shocking!
Moreover, it was painfully obvious to anyone that Nian Sulan harbored feelings for Leng Junyu.
But what about the living hell itself!?
Did he have intentions towards Nian Sulan or not!?
If he didn’t, then why did he personally escort Nian Sulan home last night and today appear in public with her!?
If he did have intentions, then why was he still holding onto her, a lowly Little Servant!?
At that moment, Le Yao Yao felt utterly confused.
However, she also knew that no matter how hard she racked her brain, she would never be able to guess the thoughts of the man before her.
Yet, being stared at so fiercely by the beautiful Nian Sulan made her feel an overwhelming sense of pressure.
It felt like being caught by the Legal Wife as a mistress—didn’t it!?
With that thought in mind, Le Yao Yao couldn’t help but lift her head slightly and timidly ask the dark-faced living hell before her.
"Your Highness, Miss Nian..."
Before Le Yao Yao could finish her sentence, she saw Leng Junyu immediately turn to Nangong Junxi without a moment's hesitation after hearing her words.
"Junior Brother, you will take Su Lan back later!"
Leng Junyu's tone was cold and carried an undeniable certainty.
Nangong Junxi was taken aback, his handsome face instantly frozen in surprise as he exclaimed, "Ah!?"
Clearly, Nangong Junxi was shocked by Leng Junyu's sudden command. Not only him, but even Nian Sulan felt the same way.
Upon hearing Leng Junyu's words and seeing his expressionless back, she realized he didn't even spare her a glance. His gaze was solely fixed on the little eunuch in his arms...
Why was that!?
Did a little eunuch mean more to him than she did!?
Thinking of this, Nian Sulan felt her heart sink into despair...
As the bright moon hung low in the west, the stars twinkled, and the flowing clouds rolled by. The evening breeze blew gently.
At this moment, the world was enveloped in silence. The surroundings were quiet, with only the distant sound of a watchman’s bell and the occasional barking of dogs breaking the stillness.
The pure moonlight softly cascaded down, illuminating the layers of eaves above and casting colorful shadows.
During the day, Capital City was bustling with activity, filled with lively voices and crowded tables, with people coming and going.
However, to her surprise, the streets of Capital City at night were so desolate.
If she were to walk alone on those streets, it would truly send chills down her spine!
Although she was not alone now, Le Yao Yao still felt a sense of unease and wonder, and there was a reason for that.
It was because—
She was still in the arms of the living Yama!
This realization left Le Yao Yao astonished.
Her body had completely recovered, yet judging by the way the living Yama held her, it seemed he had become quite addicted to holding her! Although she wasn’t heavy, being held for an extended period must be tiring, right!?
Yet he appeared unfazed, his indifferent and stern face still leaving her guessing about his thoughts.
Le Yao Yao found herself momentarily lost in thought as she recalled what had just happened.
After they disembarked, no matter how much Nian Sulan resisted, she ultimately had no choice but to let Nangong Junxi act as a Flower Guardian and escort her back.
Dongfang Bai was headed in the same direction and intended to share a carriage with them. However, the living Yama insisted that he return first.
Dongfang Bai merely nodded lightly in response, greeted her briefly, and then left.
In the end, only they remained. Just then, the coachman rushed over, drenched in sweat and looking panicked, saying that the wheel of the carriage had somehow broken.
The coachman must have been afraid of being punished by the living Yama. After all, it was late at night, and finding another carriage would not be easy!
Unexpectedly, the living Yama simply said calmly, "It's fine," and under the astonished gaze of the coachman, he carried her and walked away.
If they were to walk back home, although Le Yao Yao was tired, she could still manage to walk back, even if it would take at least an hour.
However, if it were the living Yama, with his pace, he would surely reach there in less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.
What surprised Le Yao Yao the most was how slowly the living Yama walked; it seemed as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.
Also, was it because she was light that he forgot he was still carrying her!?
Thinking this, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but blink her beautiful eyes. Then she gently bit her red lips and tentatively said, "Um, Your Highness, I'm fine. You can put me down now..."
Even though there were only the two of them on the road, if someone saw him carrying her like this, what would they think!?
Even if no one saw them, being held by the living Yama made her feel somewhat uneasy. Besides, she had long since recovered; did he think she was too fragile?
Just as Le Yao Yao pondered these thoughts, the man who had been silently holding her continued to walk forward without any sign of stopping or speeding up; he maintained his previous pace.
Moreover, perhaps he hadn't heard what she said because he remained silent.
As Le Yao Yao thought he would remain silent, a low, husky voice suddenly drifted down from above her.
"That sounds very good."
The words were simple yet enchanting, like the gentle Evening Breeze that carried a sense of ethereal unreality.
However, the man's words startled Le Yao Yao, her Beautiful Eyes widening slightly.
"That sounds very good!?"
What did the living hell mean by that!?
Le Yao Yao was puzzled, but before she could ponder the meaning of his words, she heard him speak again.
"Do you want to learn the piano?"
"Uh..."
The sudden question caught Le Yao Yao off guard, and her Little Face froze for a moment. Then she recalled that today she had been practicing the piano in the backyard with Dongfang Bai, and the living hell had seen them.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to answer honestly.
"Yes, I do."
It occurred to her that since coming here, her days had been quite similar, and occasionally she felt a bit bored.
Ever since she heard the beautiful music from Dongfang Bai today, she had quickly developed a fondness for the piano.
Thinking about it, if one day she could play the guqin as well as Dongfang Bai, it would truly be a wonderful thing!
As this thought crossed her mind, Le Yao Yao's eyes sparkled with a hint of longing.
Under the bright moonlight, it seemed to gather all the brilliance of the night, shining brightly and making it hard to ignore!
Seeing this, the man's narrow Cold Eyes flickered slightly. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you how to play."
His voice remained deep, but to Le Yao Yao's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap. She was so shocked that her Beautiful Eyes widened and her Small Mouth dropped open in disbelief, her astonishment evident. Even the words that came out were stammered and out of tune.
"Ah?! W-what...?"
Oh my goodness!?
Did she hear him wrong, or had the King of Hell drunk too much today!?
He actually said he would teach her how to play!?
Wasn't he supposed to be extremely busy? And now with Radiant Year-Sulan added to the mix, shouldn't he be overwhelmed with work? Why did he have time to teach her?
Le Yao Yao was greatly stunned for a moment, but she soon began to react and wanted to refuse.
Because with the King of Hell's strange nature and unpredictable temperament, she feared that spending more time with him would scare her into illness.
Moreover, she had already agreed with Dongfang Bai today that he would teach her how to play in the future!
One was a cold and indifferent figure, akin to a living Yama, while the other was gentle and refined, like a Big Brother. Even a fool would know which one to choose!
With this thought in mind, Le Yao Yao instinctively opened her mouth to say something. However, before she could utter a word, someone shot her a sidelong glance, as if they could read her thoughts. The cold eyes made Le Yao Yao shiver all over, nearly causing her to tumble out of the living Yama's embrace.
Accompanying this was the man's ominous voice.
"What? Not willing?"
"Uh, no, no, no! How could this servant dare..."
Seeing the man's gloomy gaze filled with a strong warning made her feel as if any wrong word from her would lead to dire consequences.
Terrified, Le Yao Yao immediately shook her head vigorously, her face flustered. After calming down, she forced a flattering smile and said sweetly to the man. This was simply how it had to be.
"Your Highness is exceptionally skilled in music; how could this servant not be willing? I am more than willing! My admiration for you is like the endless flow of the Yangtze River..."
Flattery was an essential skill for a servant.
To get things done in the royal residence, having a sweet tongue was always beneficial. After all, buttering someone up didn't cost anything, right!?
Clearly, she had flattered the living Yama quite well this time, and he seemed pleased.
The originally dark expression on his face gradually softened, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a faint smile.
"If that's the case, then it's settled."
"Uh..."
Seeing the imposing figure of the living Yama, Le Yao Yao could only lower her head in confusion.
She had thought she would have to get down from the living Yama's embrace.
However, perhaps due to the shock she had just experienced, Le Yao Yao felt utterly exhausted. As a wave of drowsiness washed over her, she slowly closed her eyes.
In the comforting embrace filled with the pleasant scent of ambergris and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, she gradually drifted off to sleep...
Yet, after Le Yao Yao fell asleep, she remained unaware that the man, noticing her slumber, slowly lowered his head to gaze at her.
His usually calm and icy cold eyes, devoid of warmth, now held a hint of tenderness...
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