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Yun Weiyang slowly raised her head and looked at Feng Xue Han, whose eyes were still as calm as before. Her heart tightened, and the hand that was holding Feng Xue Han tightened, and Yun Weiyang closed her eyes, and said while opening her eyes: "Han, you're not afraid of a person like me?" She didn't want to let them suffer in the future. If she were to give up everything now, they would regret it. She couldn't guarantee that she would do anything.

He watched as Yun Weiyang's originally deep, obsidian eyes were slowly devoured, until they turned dark red. Under the flickering of the candle flame, she looked like a bloodthirsty Asura that had just walked out of hell, her entire body exuding a cold and strange aura, especially her pair of bloodshot eyes, which were so deep it seemed to be unable to see the bottom.

Imprinted in his eyes, Yun Weiyang, whose killing intent did not match his usual appearance, made Feng Xue Han furrow his eyebrows, and then relax, taking her into his arms, "Central'er." These two words were faint, but they revealed traces of warmth.

The body of Yun Weiyang, who was in Feng Xue Han's embrace, trembled, as she looked at Feng Xue Han in disbelief.

"Central'er, if you don't regret it, I, Feng Xue Han, will grant you a lifetime." A low and calm voice resounded in the quiet room. Feng Xue Han said as if he was promising, as if he was informing him.

"Me like this?" Yun Weiyang's dark red eyes suddenly narrowed, she found it hard to hide her astonishment.

Was she such a strange person that was not accepted by the world?

Even Yun Weiyang hated herself, why is she different from the others!

He raised his long and narrow eyebrows: "There's another Yun Weiyang?" Feng Xue Han asked with doubt and disapproval.

"Nope." Glancing at Feng Xue Han, Yun Weiyang replied snappily. The heavy rock that had been pressing down on her heart was suddenly moved away, and Yun Weiyang felt all the cells in her body jumping.

Feng Xue Han quietly looked at Yun Weiyang, and she now had her childish aura, unlike her usual indifference and coldness, she had a childish air about her that was pure and gentle. Her small white face had traces of red on it, and her delicate eyebrows drooped downwards.

People all have emotions. When he first saw Yun Weiyang's eyes, he was shocked in his heart, only that his shock was instantly replaced by a deep pity. Just how much did this person have to endure?

The burden in his heart disappeared, and his fatigue followed. Yun Weiyang blinked her somewhat sore eyes, and then yawned heavily.

Looking at the cat-like person, one hand lightly caressing Yun Weiyang's slender back, Feng Xue Han softly said: "Go to sleep!"

Feng Xue Han, who could not get a response from Yun Weiyang, lowered his head, only to discover that the person in her embrace had fallen asleep with his arms around his waist. The corner of his mouth slightly raised to form an arc, and Feng Xue Han's gaze was filled with gentleness.

Sunlight shone through the gaps in the flower branches, casting sparse spots of light on the floor, through the long window's gauze of ice and silk, forming a faint ink on the ground.

In the quiet room, a thin and weak figure was curled up on the bed, with only a head of black hair left on the outside. At this time, the person who was sleeping soundly reached out his hand and touched the other side, only to find that it was empty, his originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and instantly sat up from the bed, taking a look around. He could not find any familiar figure, then Yun Weiyang frowned and shouted towards the door: "Come in."

Thousand Shadows, who had been guarding outside the whole time heard Yun Weiyang's voice, immediately pushed the door open and walked in, saying: "Master, you're awake?"

"What about the cold?" Yun Weiyang asked.

"Master has already gone to the morning court. Before leaving, he even instructed that no one is to come and disturb you so that you can have a good rest."

Nodding his head, Yun Weiyang forgot that this was ancient times. As a subject, they all had to get up early to go to court, but it wasn't good to wake up without seeing anyone.

Thousand Shadow looked at Yun Weiyang's somewhat ugly face, and a smile gradually formed on his face. At least, this kind of Yun Weiyang looked like a normal person.

Although he did not know what Feng Xue Han gave her to eat, it had only been a single night and most of the wounds on her body had already healed, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable moving around. Under Thousand Shadows' help, Yun Weiyang wore clothes as she said: "From now on, you guys can call me Miss, don't call me a master. Since she was already here, she had to quickly familiarize herself with the place.

The hand that was helping Yun Weiyang clean up her clothes stopped, and Thousand Shadow replied: "Yes, Miss."

After washing up, Yun Weiyang, who was just about to start eating, saw Thousand Shadows carrying a bowl of black soup that exuded a strange smell to her.

Raising an eyebrow, Yun Weiyang silently asked Thousand Shadows.

"Miss, Master made this medicine up. It's good for your injuries." Thousand Shadows' scalp couldn't help but go numb as he looked at the black, whooshing medicine. That medicine clearly looked very bitter.

Seated on the chair, Yun Weiyang was not much better than Thousand Shadows. Her eyes were staring straight at the medicine that was emitting a faint heat, her eyebrows were knitted tightly, and the hand that was by her side did not react at all.

After waiting for a long time, Thousand Shadows called out again, "Miss …"

Raising an eyebrow, Yun Weiyang still did not move.

While Thousand Shadows was feeling helpless, he suddenly felt the bowl of medicine being picked up by Feng Xue Han. He heaved a sigh of relief and Thousand Shadows took a few steps back, standing to the side and waiting for his orders.

Passing the medicine in front of Yun Weiyang, Feng Xue Han's low voice sounded: "Drink the medicine."

Letting out a light sigh, Yun Weiyang took the bowl and finished it in one gulp. After that, she heavily placed the bowl on the table. From her wrinkled face, it was clear that the bowl was truly bitter.

Just as she finished, Yun Weiyang saw a pastry that emitted a fragrant aroma appear next to her mouth. Blinking, Yun Weiyang looked at Feng Xuehan, and then she took the pastry and chewed it in large mouthfuls to ease the bitterness in her mouth.

Looking at the childish Yun Weiyang, the corner of Feng Xue Han's mouth lifted slightly. Although it was an extremely shallow curve, it still startled the nearby Thousand Shadows. One must know that Feng Xue Han's coldness was well-known, not to mention seeing his smile, it was even rarer than snowing in spring.

Frowning, Feng Xue Han replied, "Thousand Shadows."

Holding the tray tightly, Thousand Shadows quickly collected his thoughts and said, "This subordinate will take his leave."

Picking up the spoon, he placed the bowl of porridge in front of Yun Weiyang, and Feng Xue Han said: "You are injured, eat something light."

Nodding his head, Yun Weiyang picked up the spoon, looked at Feng Xue Han, and asked: "Have you eaten?"

Seemingly not expecting Yun Weiyang to ask such a question, Feng Xue Han shook his head and said: "No!"

I knew it! Placing the porridge in his hand in front of Feng Xue Han, Yun Weiyang said angrily: "If you want me to eat, why not add another bowl for yourself?"

Being yelled at by Yun Weiyang, Feng Xue Han's cold eyes revealed a hint of warmth, and he picked up the spoon to drink.

Seeing Feng Xue Han obediently eating the porridge, Yun Weiyang's heart became soft. After drinking a few mouthfuls, she seemed to recall something, and asked: "Who exactly is that Sixth Prince?"