83 Want To Dance? (1/2)

”You-,” Jiayi found himself speechless. Why was it that he was never able to return her witty comments? Unable to resume speaking, he lowered his head. She wasn't wrong. Who wasn't fighting for their lives here? The intense turmoil in his eyes was discreetly concealed by his long eyelashes.

”If you know that much, why provoke her?” He was curious about her answer. Within minutes of stepping into the palace, this little girl already wanted to fight head-on with the Empress herself. Did she already have some kind of plan set out?

Hongyue's lips curled up in amusement.

”My hands were itchy.”

Simple and straight to the point.

With that, Jiayi fell silent. What more was he to say to that?

On the other hand, Hongyue didn't plan to add anything else to her comment. So what if she did have things planned? She didn't trust him. Other than the little snake on her left arm, she trusted no one else.

However, even in Qingyu, she held distrust. It was just enough to fight by his side but not enough to fight back to back.

As if Qingyu knew she was thinking of him, he gently tucked his head into her hand. With her sleeves hanging down, the little troublemaker was kept out of view.

Hongyue froze.

At least she wasn't alone.

”Since the Empress took the opportunity to send me into the garden, I might as well give something back to her in return. It's only polite if I do so, don't you think?” Hongyue noted lazily.

Jiayi found himself frowning. As expected, he could never follow her train of thoughts, ”What are you going to do?”

Hongyue turned her head, providing no answer. However, she suddenly gave him the flower in her hand. Jiayi could only receive the item without the option of refusing. Walking forward, the eldest miss moved to another section of flowers as if she held no worries in the heart.

Hm, where is it?

Suddenly she beamed. Reaching out her fingers, she attempted to grab another flower that was the color of blood-red. However, as her finger brushed against the bud, the eldest miss screamed out in pain. She held her fingers to her lips, her hand covered in spots of blood. Hongyue's face turned red, and she abruptly reached out and furiously ripped out the petals.

All that was left was a swirl of red petals that floated listlessly in the air as the breeze carried them away. Hongyue stood in the middle of the mess, fuming.

Everything had occurred so fast, Jiayi was bewildered at the sudden change. However, he quickly realized something wrong. He hadn't discerned it before, but there were other people other than just the two of them. His eyes clouded.

She must have already known.

Then, this must be her acting.