61 Identity (1/2)

After leaving the banquet hosted on the center garden of the Prime Minister's residence, XuanRong decided to visit the left wing of the residence where the former courtyard of her mother was located. She could not help but feel nostalgic. Seeing the familiar pathway and the familiar flowers potted on the side of the path, XuanRong could not stop herself from walking forward and pick flowers along the way. Ever since her rebirth, the only thing that was planted within her courtyard in Lu Shan were all poisonous and medicinal plants. She missed the smell of the ordinary flowers.

Looking at the flowers swaying with the wind, XuanRong closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

”Ah. What a fresh air.”

She turned her head and saw that An Wei was looking at her.

”Why? Is there something wrong with my face?” XuanRong touched her face confusedly, trying to wipe it with her hand.

XuanRong was oblivious that An Wei had been staring at her ever since she asked him to accompany her. When she caught him staring at her, she only thought that he saw something on her face.

”What is it ah?”

She moved closer to An Wei and stuck her face near him, hoping that he would wipe the dirt on her face. After she was able to adjust with them, XuanRong no longer feel repulsive towards An Wei and the others' touch. Ever since she wholeheartedly trusted An Wei, she no longer viewed him as a man but her companion and friend.

That was why, even though An Wei was a man, XuanRong no longer despise his touch and would even feel comfortable with his warmth.

Waiting for An Wei to raise his hand and help her clean her face, XuanRong blinked her eyes. Even though she always acted older that her current age due to the fact that she was older on her previous lifetime, XuanRong would sometimes show her childish side. Although she was cold and ruthless against her enemies, but she was a warm person inside. Whenever she was in front of strangers, she would either act like a white lotus or act like an arrogant noble lady, but in front of An Wei and the others, she could be herself, without any pretense.

”An Wei? Is there a dirt on my face? Can you wipe it?”

XuanRong blinked her eyes while staring asking An Wei. She was unaware that she looked very cute at the moment, making An Wei petrified. Sensing An Wei's weird reaction, XuanRong raised her hand and was planning to tap his shoulder when a small nut fell on the ground between them.

”Who?!”

By reflex, both An Wei and XuanRong turned their head towards the direction where the stone came from. An Wei subconsciously moved himself forward, shielding XuanRong from danger.

”Young Miss, please prepare to escape. This servant was not able to sense that someone was here. This servant is afraid that the person has a higher qinggong[1] that me.”

XuanRong shook her head.

”Why would I leave? I can help you. Even if could not defeat him, I can use poison to slow him down.”

An Wei shook his head. If he was not wrong, their enemy was very powerful. Ordinary poisons could not pose any threat and XuanRong would be forced to use the art of Gu. He knew that every time XuanRong use the poison Gu, she would endanger herself. Thus, how could he allow her to harm herself?

”Young Miss, please---”

Before An Wei could finish his sentence, another nut fell on their feet. When they raised their head, they saw a squirrel. XuanRong could not help but laugh loudly. It seemed like they were being anxious for nothing.

”Hou... It was just a squirrel.”

XuanRong squinted her eyes and stare at the squirrel. She turned around and stretched her arms upward.

”An Wei… let's go. We are almost there.”

XuanRong spoke and walked away, leaving An Wei how kept on staring at a distant tree, trying to confirm something. When An Wei did not see any movement and could not feel any malice on that direction, he turned his head and walked forward, following XuanRong's lead.

After the two people left, someone suddenly appeared out of thin air and stepped the nut on the ground, creating a small sound of 'crack, crack' and destroying it with his feet. It was a man wearing a black overall outfit. In his hand was a butterfly shaped hairpin.