Chapter 837: Han Yunxi, scared to the point of tears (1/2)

Nine envelopes rested at the very bottom layer of the box. Han Yunxi was very surprised. She quickly took them out, but grew stunned before she even made to open them.

Weren’t these the nine letters she’d sent off in response to Long Feiye’s own? Her name was still on these envelopes! For each one, she’d only written a single sentence: Long Feiye, I miss you.

Han Yunxi tore open the first envelope and saw her letter inside. On the back was a single plea written in Long Feiye’s own handwriting: Han Yunxi, please trust me.

After that was his name and the date.

This…

Han Yunxi seemed to recall something as she quickly tore open the other eight envelopes. Each of them contained the same exact message.

Nine times, she had written to him, Long Feiye, I miss you.

Nine times, he had replied to her, Han Yunxi, please trust me.

Han Yunxi finally realized that the nine blank letters she’d gotten back from him were all fakes. That was why she couldn’t understand them after months of wondering. Those empty letters weren’t like letters at all. How was I supposed to guess anything from them?!

She felt so wronged that she wanted to cry, but so happy that she wanted to laugh.

Long Feiye, how could you do this?

You bastard! You big bastard!

One after another, the sentences earnestly replied to her own thoughts. Han Yunxi clearly remembered that she’d given Long Feiye her ninth letter at Medical City before any of this had happened and the issue of enmity between their countries had yet to exist. Back then, she was only his Qin Wangfei while he was simply His Highness Duke of Qin.

What did he want her to trust in him for, before any of this happened?

Did he predict that something would happen, and so wanted her to believe in him?

After a moment of shock, Han Yunxi began to review the dates on the letters like a madwoman. Long Feiye had written his name and date on the corner of each letter. Together, the nine letters confirmed that all his replies had come before he announced his status as the East Qin crown prince.

Why didn’t he give me his letters then instead of now?

So as it turned out, he had humiliated her on the bridge just so she would snatch back the box and its purple muslin robe without Ning Cheng touching the thing. At that thought, Han Yunxi recalled the image of Long Feiye’s silent face after she’d slapped him. Her heart grew stifled with pain as she found it difficult to breathe. As her nose choked up, all of her grievances from the past few months built up from her heart. She couldn’t tell whether she was feeling sorry for herself, or for him.

Long Feiye, you’re the only one capable of bullying me to this extent!

And you’re the only one that leaves me in a wreck every single time!

Why? Why did he hold onto these letters instead of sending them out? Why did he hide everything when he could have explained it all? How Han Yunxi wished to find a clue from his answers. Once again, she searched through them madly, looking at each one carefully for hints or clues. Unfortunately, there was nothing else.

Abruptly, footsteps sounded from outside the door. Startled, Han Yunxi quickly shut the lid of the box to hide all of the letters, but one of them fell to the ground. She was about to bend down and pick it up when a servant girl entered the room.

Unlike other places, it was inconvenient for females to stay within the military barracks, so Ning Cheng had arranged a few servant girls just for her sake. Han Yunxi didn’t dare to stare at the letter on the ground as she held her breath in trepidation. She didn’t even realize that she’d stopped breathing when the servant girl approached her with a tray full of food.

“Your Royal Highness, the Ning Clan Head told this servant to come. This is aged chicken ginseng soup, please drink it while it’s hot,” the servant said respectfully.

“Alright...you… You should leave.” When faced with earth-shattering events, Han Yunxi could still remain unnaturally calm, but now her heart was pounding over such a trifling thing. She couldn’t even talk straight.

“Yes.” The servant girl bowed and prepared to withdraw. Han Yunxi moved her foot to step on the letter, but then the girl suddenly turned back. She ended up covering half the paper with her foot instead. Luckily, she hadn’t looked down, so the servant girl didn’t notice a thing.

“Your Royal Highness, the Ning Clan Had said that the soldiers will be holding an exhibition tomorrow, so he asks that you rest early. He’ll come pick you up first thing tomorrow morning,” the servant girl added, still respectful.

Han Yunxi leaned forward until her dress was covering the entire letter, then finally calmed down. “I understand. You, you should go back! And also...in the future, don’t...don’t come in without my permission first.”

“Yes,” the servant girl bowed again. Then she left.