C5 (1/2)
Su He opened the door and the maidservants entered.
Wei Yi came out of the inner room and sat on the table.
With his head down, he could only see the black boots of the horse under the table and the purple robes embroidered with the horns of the auspicious clouds.
As long as Wei Yi sat there, Wangchuan would be able to imagine his appearance. He was quiet and chilly, with sharp eyes and a face as white as jade that would forever carry a baleful aura that would cause people to not dare to approach him.
Wu Chuan could clearly feel that the air around him had become colder, and everyone became more cautious.
The maidservant carrying the copper basin helped Wei Yi wash up, before bowing her head and leaving.
Afterwards, they placed the food on the table one by one. The maid in front of them put down the food and left without making any sound.
When it was Wu Chuan's turn, the clanging of the plates reached his ears.
Wu Chuan trembled in fear and immediately kneeled down, saying with a trembling voice, ”Long live my apologies.”
Even if she was to be even more careful, something still went wrong.
Wangchuan had been a Imperial Secret Service guard for eight years. She had hundreds of ways to make her kill people, but this was the first time she had to serve someone.
Even Gu Zheng had never thought of doing all this for him.
However, Wei Qianshui's brutality was not a rumor.
Wei Yi glanced coldly at the maidservant kneeling at his feet in apology. Was it her?
He suddenly chuckled softly and a dark light flashed in the bottom of his eyes.
The girl recognized her mistake quickly, but there was no trace of fear in her eyes. That fearful expression and actions were also part of a show.
Hearing his laughter, Wangchuan felt his heart tighten.
Wei Yi's temperament was volatile and his killing intent was concentrated in a single thought.
The pain from the previous time was still fresh in his memory.
”You're not afraid of him.”
It was a question, but it was also a certainty.
In the blink of an eye, his heart had been going through a hundred twists and thousands of cycles.