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"Eh!? What is this thing?"
As she looked at the scroll that had been tossed onto the chair, Le Yao Yao's curiosity was evident.
Unable to resist, she reached out to grab it.
Nearby, Nangong Junxi, seeing her interest, replied with a bored expression, "This is what Ye Hong just gave me. It's supposedly the scroll of that pesky fiancée."
"Oh, so this is the one you've always hated! Hehe, just right, I want to see what kind of person could make you, the esteemed Seventh Prince, hide here like a mouse and refuse to marry. Hehe!"
Le Yao Yao chuckled to herself while taking a jab at Nangong Junxi.
Hearing this, Nangong Junxi instantly resembled an enraged hen, his feathers ruffled in indignation.
"Damn it! Who are you calling a mouse!? How dare you say that about me, the Seventh Prince! You're asking for trouble! Give me back the scroll!"
Infuriated by Le Yao Yao's words and seeing her still holding the scroll with an eager expression, he didn't want to know what that pesky fiancée looked like, but he certainly didn't want this Little One to see it.
Thus, Nangong Junxi sprang up from the chair and lunged to snatch the scroll from Le Yao Yao's hands.
Seeing that Nangong Junxi was provoked and trying to take the scroll back, Le Yao Yao naturally refused to let go.
And so, the two began a playful chase around the hall.
Although Nangong Junxi was tall and strong, with long legs, Le Yao Yao was completely unfazed by him. After all, Le Yao Yao was petite and quick on her feet, resembling a clever little kitten, which only made Nangong Junxi grit his teeth in frustration.
However, during their chase around the round table, Nangong Junxi had a sudden idea. He executed a feint to trick Le Yao Yao for a moment.
Le Yao Yao did not expect him to use such a tactic. As she lost control of her footing and was about to tumble into Nangong Junxi, he reached out to snatch the painting scroll from her hands.
At that moment, Le Yao Yao caught sight of Leng Junyu at the doorway. Her heart leaped with joy, and taking advantage of Nangong Junxi's surprise, she threw the scroll toward Leng Junyu.
“Your Highness, take a look! That’s the portrait of his fiancée! See how she looks? Isn’t she ugly? No wonder Seventh Prince is hiding here like a scared mouse!”
Le Yao Yao felt a sense of satisfaction as she poked fun at Nangong Junxi.
Just as Leng Junyu reached the doorway and heard Le Yao Yao's words, he saw the scroll flying toward him. With an agile movement, he extended his arm and caught it perfectly.
Seeing how frustrated Nangong Junxi looked made him chuckle.
“You...”
Leng Junyu smiled at Le Yao Yao with a mix of affection and helplessness. Nevertheless, he slowly unfurled the scroll.
Initially, Leng Junyu had no curiosity about what Nangong Junxi's fiancée looked like; he merely wanted to humor Le Yao Yao. However, as the scroll gradually opened to reveal a charming young girl, he felt as if thunder had struck him—he was utterly shocked.
The portrait depicted a girl dressed in fine silk attire, her slim waist delicate enough to be grasped with one hand.
With long, jet-black hair tied up with a delicate hairpin, a few strands gracefully fell over her shoulders, accentuating her exquisite little face, making it even more enchanting.
Her dark eyebrows resembled distant mountain ridges, her upturned nose was elegantly shaped, and her small mouth was a rosy hue.
What drew the most attention were her beautiful eyes, seemingly gathering the radiance of heaven and earth. They were so clear and lovely, sparkling in a way that made it impossible for anyone to look away.
This portrait of the girl was stunningly beautiful, captivating enough to drive men and women alike to madness.
However, what shocked Leng Junyu was not the girl's breathtaking beauty in the painting but rather...
“Your Highness, what does the girl in this painting really look like? Is she a pretty little girl or, heh heh...”
“Piglet, why are you grinning at me so lewdly? You’re asking for a beating!?”
“Am I? Am I?! I, Piglet, am always charming. Even if I’m smiling, it’s definitely a smile that could topple nations. Don’t slander my beauty; although I know you’re just jealous of me!”
“You…”
Before long, the hall was filled with Le Yao Yao's boisterous laughter and Nangong Junxi's angry shouts.
However, compared to the playful banter between the two in the hall, Leng Junyu stood there silently.
The painting was tightly gripped in his hand, but his gaze towards Le Yao Yao no longer held the previous tenderness; instead, it was filled with a profound and inscrutable curiosity.
Unfortunately, Le Yao Yao was currently engrossed in her playful antics with Nangong Junxi and remained completely unaware of the unusual expression on Leng Junyu's face.
That night!
As the lights began to glow, the stars sparkled brightly, and the moon shone gracefully.
Inside the Bamboo Garden, Leng Junyu was half-reclining on the Palace Couch.
At this moment, perhaps due to the end of court duties, he didn’t want to confine his long black hair and allowed his mind to rest for a while.
He removed the Jade Crown from his head, letting his long black hair cascade down over him.
A gentle breeze stirred, lifting the bangs from his forehead, and a few strands of dark hair lightly brushed against the strong features of his face.
It felt like a delicate hand softly caressing him.
However, this also added a touch of softness to his otherwise aloof and stern visage that kept others at bay.
The man was now resting with one hand on his forehead, his cold eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep or was simply meditating.
Yet even so, he remained impossible to ignore. He exuded an aura that was both intimidating and irresistibly alluring.
As Le Yao Yao entered with a cup of tea, she couldn’t help but swallow hard at the sight of this handsome figure at rest, nearly drooling.
Inside, she felt a wave of frustration.
He really has no self-control!
This man, despite having seen it more than a hundred times, still couldn't help but be captivated each time.
But he couldn't be blamed! After all, this man was simply too charming!
If he were in modern times, all those superstars would surely have to step aside!
Moreover, just the thought that this man liked her made Le Yao Yao feel a little giddy inside.
Well, it seems she must have quite the charm herself, right? Hehe...
Just as Le Yao Yao was secretly chuckling to herself, she found herself beside the man.
She reached out to gently pick up the freshly cut teacup resting on the table beside him, intending to leave.
However, before she could take a step, Slim Waist was caught by a strong hand, and in an instant, she lost her balance.
Le Yao Yao could only let out a surprised "Ah!" before she found herself sitting on the man's lap.
Although it wasn't the first time he had held her like this, Le Yao Yao still felt shy.
The man's thigh was so firm and strong, yet also elastic; sitting on it felt incredibly comfortable.
Moreover, a large hand wrapped around her waist—strong and powerful, as if it could support her entire world.
Being held like this by the man made Le Yao Yao's heart race uncontrollably.
However, she was still afraid of being seen, so her beautiful eyes frequently darted outside.
With a look of guilt mixed with shyness, she was truly captivating.
Her delicate face was flushed, resembling a perfectly ripe red apple, making one want to take a bite.
Leng Junyu couldn't help but act on his impulse.
Taking advantage of Le Yao Yao's distraction as she looked around, he swiftly kissed her soft cheek.
Her skin was so tender, almost like it was made of water, carrying a hint of sweetness.
It was like a sweet and tender pastry, utterly enchanting.
Leng Junyu's heart skipped a beat, longing to steal another kiss.
However, having already been ambushed once, Le Yao Yao was prepared this time. As Leng Junyu's lips approached for another surprise attack, she quickly reached out and covered his lips with her small hand.
Her beautiful eyes glinted with playful reproach as she pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Yu, be careful not to let anyone see..."
"And if they do? Who would dare to say anything!?"
As he spoke, a cold glint flashed momentarily in Leng Junyu's cold eyes.
Le Yao Yao was left speechless at this.
However, at that moment, Leng Junyu's cold demeanor softened as he looked at Le Yao Yao, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
That gentle expression only appeared in front of Le Yao Yao.
"Are you tired today?"
"Um, just a little."
Upon hearing his words, Le Yao Yao gently nodded and replied honestly.
In truth, she hadn't done anything particularly strenuous today; it was just the usual routine of tidying up the Elegant Breeze Pavilion.
Yet lately, for some reason, she felt extremely fatigued.
Her entire body felt weak, and she lacked the energy to do anything.
However, given that it was the sweltering summer, Le Yao Yao thought this must be summer lethargy! So she didn't dwell on it too much.
Nevertheless, when Leng Junyu heard Le Yao Yao's words, his cold eyes flickered for a moment before he spoke to her.
"If you're tired, then sit down and rest for a while. Perhaps tomorrow I should ask the Chief Eunuch to send another little eunuch here; that way, your workload can be shared."
"Um?!"
Upon hearing Leng Junyu's suggestion, Le Yao Yao's delicate face momentarily froze, but she quickly shook her head in response.
"No, Your Highness, there's no need for that! Actually, I'm not that tired. Besides, I don't have much work to do every day. If you bring someone else to help me, then I won't have anything to do at all."
"I came here to serve, not to enjoy a life of luxury. It would be quite embarrassing if others found out about this."
Upon hearing Leng Junyu's words, Le Yao Yao felt a bit flattered and quickly declined his offer.
Moreover, she was being honest; her daily workload was already light. If she let someone else take on her tasks, wouldn't she just become a lazy freeloader?
Still, Le Yao Yao understood that Leng Junyu was concerned for her, which warmed her heart.
Leng Junyu merely smiled at Le Yao Yao's response and did not press the matter further. He gently said, "If you truly feel tired, it's better than forcing yourself. You must let me know, alright?"
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