Chapter 234: The unreliable Qishao (1/2)

Chapter 234: The unreliable Qishao

The night grew darker…

There was a cotton quilt spread out next to the bed. Han Yunxi hugged a pillow as she sat leaning against the bedframe with her legs crossed. She could hear the wind whistling outside and felt like she was somewhere outside in on a moonless, windy night. A single oil lamp illuminated the dim, quiet room. Han Yunxi knew she wasn’t going anywhere tonight, so she rejoiced that the fellow behind her now wasn’t too outrageous and let her keep watch instead. Still, she had no idea where she’d offended Long Feiye for him to get back at her so thoroughly. Why did he insist on leaving her behind?

Just what was up with him tonight?

Han Yunxi naturally found it impossible to sleep under these circumstances. One hour later, she couldn’t hold back the urge to speak anymore.

“Hey, you asleep?”

When there was no reply, she asked again, “Hey, let’s have a chat?” In her memories, they’d never really had a good talk before, much less stay together so quietly. There was still no reaction from behind her, so had that fellow really fallen asleep?

On the bed, Long Feiye hadn’t even taken off his outer robes yet. His hands were crossed beneath his head like a pillow while his legs stuck up in the air. Those dark, intense pupils resembled frost in the night, cold and clear. He was staring at the ceiling as if puzzling over a problem, his mind vigorous and clear.

“Hey, just what kind of business do you have tonight? Why don’t we have a proper conversation?” Han Yunxi spoke again.

This time, Long Feiye spared a glance her way, but it was only one glance. Very soon, he’d withdrawn to his usual expressionless gaze. As long as he made sure this woman wasn’t leaving, then he didn’t have to pay her any more attention. He had a huge pile of things to think over.

Han Yunxi didn’t want to spend an entire night doing nothing, but since she was staying, she might as well use the chance to get closer to that man. “Say, how do you think Jun Yixie will take care of Long Tianmo?”

“Just what kind of background does Jun Yixie come from? Why is the emperor of Northern Li so fond of him?”

“That’s right, why do you think Gu Qishao wants to investigate me?”

“Perplexing Butterfly Illusion…is it from the Tang Clan?”

…..

Han Yunxi tried her best to find topics that could rouse Long Feiye’s interest, but she didn’t get a single response. Fine, in the end she fell silent too. But it wasn’t long before she suddenly turned around. She thought she’d catch Long Feiye awake, but she only saw him lying on his side, a hand propping up his head with his eyes closed. His black robes allowed him to blend into the night, which outlined his cold features in sharp relief. It made him seem mysterious and somehow untouchable.

So he looks this quiet when his eyes are closed.

With his eyes shut, it seemed like the entire world had fallen into slumber with him. Han Yunxi subconsciously held back a breath as she grew dazed. Perhaps she’d leaned in too close, but she had the illusion that she had just turned over to see a person sharing the same bed as her.

“Hey…” she whispered. After a long time passed with no reaction from Long Feiye, she carefully snuck closer like a thief and examined his face close-up. In the dark, she could even see his long eyelashes and was tempted to touch them with her hands.

“You’re really asleep?” she murmured to herself as she leaned back. Silently, she climbed onto the edge of the bed to look at him. The more she looked, the more her lips drew up into a curve. But it wasn’t long before her smile gradually faded, to be replaced with creased eyebrows and a expression filled with resentment. How much could you really ‘like’ someone when you were always worried about personal gains and loses? Out of 10 points, how many points would those feelings take up?

Long Feiye, is there anyone in this world that you’d truly like without a motive?

“Long Feiye, do you understand what ‘like’ means?” Han Yunxi asked. Then she simply turned around and forgot about it. Sleep was better.

At the same time, Long Feiye slowly opened his eyes, his gaze complicated…

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Early next morning, a groggy Han Yunxi woke up to find herself sleeping on the bed, while Long Feiye was reading a secret missive in the rocking chair by the window. When he looked over, Han Yunxi tugged the corners of her lips into a grin. “Mornin’.”

Long Feiye simply nodded before dropping the bombshell, “Long Tianmo’s been delivered to the medical academy.”

“Really?” Han Yunxi was so surprised she nearly fell out of the bed. “When did this happen?”

“Last night. I went for a personal trip to verify it was him,” Long Feiye replied truthfully.

Again, Han Yunxi was startled. “Weren’t you asleep last night?”

Long Feiye wasn’t alarmed, but spoke like he was mentioning the weather. “Who told you I was asleep?”

What did those words mean? Could it be that he knew everything she did and said last time? He was only pretending to be sleeping?

Long Feiye, you’re nothing but a wretch!

Han Yunxi’s chilly face instantly turned red. She quickly evaded Long Feiye’s gaze and got off the bed. “I’m going to the medical academy!” Even though her clothes and hair were a mess, she was in a rush to run out the door. Long Feiye stopped her just in time.

“Long Tianmo’s swollen stomach disappeared…”

“What?” Han Yunxi was startled. Her red face instantly paled. His stomach had disappeared? Did he recover, or did the illness change?