But he didn’t look like he had nothing else to do.

Sang Yao felt something was off but couldn’t figure it out. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Is there something you need?”

Jing Lian

Jing Lian looked at the girl with slightly reddened eyes and said, “You don’t need to take what my young master said to heart.”

Sang Yao shook her head with a hidden meaning. “It’s nothing.”

Jing Lian glanced again in the direction of the hall, probably indicating it was time to go back. He hurriedly explained, “My young master is like that, but he didn’t mean anything against you, Miss Sang. Besides, the room has a strong smell of blood, and it’s not suitable for you to stay longer.”

Before Sang Yao could reply, he hurriedly bid her farewell and walked quickly away.

He came and left quickly, leaving Sang Yao feeling very puzzled.

When she returned to the room, it was empty. Except for the bloodstains, it looked like no one had been there.

She told the guards to clean up the bloodstains while she stood there lost in thought.

After silently cursing Xie Yun for a while, she couldn’t help but ponder another question.

Jing Lian was strange.

Even though she was not very smart, she could tell that Jing Lian had lied just now. He had obviously come over deliberately and lied to her. Was he intentionally looking for her?

Recalling it, every time she had a disagreement with Xie Yun, Jing Lian would come to her afterwards and say a few words, either to remind or to comfort her. He always took the initiative to find her.

But why would Jing Lian pay attention to her?

She had no relationship with Jing Lian and the Xie family was strict in its hierarchy. Even the servants educated by them were outstanding. Why would he pay attention to her?

By paying attention to her repeatedly, wasn’t he afraid of delaying his important matters? Moreover, his master didn’t seem to like her.

As she pondered, a breeze swept through the corridor silently, bringing in the moistness of spring. Sang Yao subconsciously held her clothes and then her gaze paused.

The light wind caused the tablecloth to sway gently, revealing something underneath, a dark yellow book, partly exposed, seemingly inviting exploration.

Since Sang Yao had never been to this room before, she didn’t know if the book had been here before or if Xie Yun and the others had left it behind.

She walked over, then squatted down to pick it up.

The book was unexpectedly old and tattered, with curled edges and fuzzy yellowed pages, as if it had been carried around and read often.

The handwriting was already blurred, making it hard to discern, but it seemed to be a collection of essays. Sang Yao casually flipped through a page, and almost immediately, numerous provocative and explicit words rushed into her eyes.

Not only that, there were also many indescribable action descriptions and vulgar language.

Sang Yao’s pupils dilated, and with an exaggerated movement, she closed the book, her fair face turning red.

She realized that it was actually an embarrassing erotic book!

After a moment’s silence, Sang Yao glanced back, and the two guards she had brought over were busy and did not notice her.

Sang Yao turned her head back, feeling guilty, and quietly opened the booklet again.

With some mental preparation, Sang Yao wasn’t as frightened but still found the contents of the book too stimulating. She read a few lines and realized it seemed to be an autobiography.

She wondered who could be so shameless as to not only do such things but also record them so meticulously and carry them around, not afraid of embarrassment.

Then… she saw her own name.

She clenched the pages, thinking she must have read it wrong, but after quickly scanning the page, she was sure that the protagonist of this scandalous autobiography was named Sang Yao.

She thought it might be a coincidence until she discovered that the owner of this autobiography seemed to be named Xie Yun.

Xie Yun…

Could it really be?

Trembling, Sang Yao flipped through a few more pages. The beginning seemed relatively normal, just some diary entries and emotional self-descriptions.

…Not normal at all. This was not a diary but a love letter, with emotions so intense they were breathtaking.

The more she read, the redder her face became. Every sentence was in Xie Yun’s tone, and every meeting between them was accurately recorded, even with many details she had not noticed.

But what was even more shocking were the imaginary, sensual scenes he had written about in places they had visited together.

The more she read, the more horrifying and absurd it seemed!

“…!”

She was both embarrassed and angry, her mind in a whirl. She was almost as red as a tomato.

She closed the booklet again, her fingers trembling slightly.

She couldn’t bear to read another word. All she could think of was Xie Yun’s extremely stern face.

After a long while, she realized that she seemed to have discovered a tremendous secret.

…Xie Yun actually liked her.

But he had hidden it so well that she had never noticed before.