Chapter 13

Jing Lian stood silently on the side.

He still maintained a gentle and indifferent appearance on the surface, but inside, he began to doubt the authenticity of everything.

Xie Yun was never one to meddle in others’ affairs. He was indifferent, unfeeling, and lacked empathy. It was almost impossible to get him to help without considering his own interests!

What a day it was today?!

My lord, you’ve finally seen the light!

He felt relieved with tears in his eyes. Fate had finally arrived, and this beautiful and lovely Sang Yao was finally going to be taken by his inhuman master.

At this moment, Sang Yao was standing behind and slightly to the side of Xie Yun.

The man’s tall figure blocked half of her body.

When she was scared, she would instinctively lean close to someone she was close to, but here, it was obvious that there was no one she could lean on.

Lu Ting closed his eyes, hiding his hostility and unwillingness. With his hands behind his back, he stood gracefully, pretending to smile as he said to Xie Yun, “Mr. Xie is quite sentimental.”

Xie Yun had twice ignored him. If it were anyone else, they would have been trembling and crawling to apologize by now.

But Xie Yun was different. He wasn’t just a fancy facade from a prestigious family.

Lu Ting also had to admit that he currently had no way to deal with Xie Yun. This kind of century-old aristocratic family, even the emperor couldn’t easily touch them, let alone Xie Yun, who was especially sharp and different from the Xie family elders back then.

But the more this was the case, the more he hated it.

He knew that Xie Yun looked down on him, and the contempt in this man’s eyes was always particularly obvious.

A few days ago, he had just taken action against some insignificant branches of the Xie family, but shortly after, several major corruption cases that he had instructed and manipulated were investigated, and Xie Yun even executed Shen Ke without hesitation.

Shen Ke was once an old retainer of the Xie family and a current fifth-rank courtier.

Xie Yun looked at him with disdain, didn’t respond to his words, and casually replied, “Your Highness is joking.”

After speaking, he turned around, nearly bumping into the girl following behind him.

Sang Yao was standing very close to him, almost using the tip of her toes to touch his heels.

Xie Yun frowned slightly, took a step forward, and distanced himself from Sang Yao.

Sang Yao didn’t realize Xie Yun’s deliberate action and hurriedly moved closer again, wiping away her tears.

Jing Lian followed beside them, trying hard to suppress

his urge to ascend to heaven.

Why are you two so close in public? It would be better to go directly to the bed.

Xie Yun’s lips tightened, showing his displeasure, but he ultimately didn’t say much. He strode to the carriage and got in.

Sang Yao stood under the carriage, her tear stains still fresh on her face, which was still tearful. She didn’t know if she could get in.

The carriage, with the unique mark of the Xie family, was spacious yet restrained. After Xie Yun got in, the curtain fell, and he had not spoken to Sang Yao.

Jing Lian stood by the side and said at the right time, “Miss, please.”

This was not out of his own selfishness. Xie Yun’s style of doing things had always been simple. Since he had taken the opportunity to help Sang Yao, he wouldn’t abandon her halfway.

Sang Yao then awkwardly got into the carriage, still fearful. She silently sat down as far away from Xie Yun as possible.

As she sat, she quietly shifted her bottom closer to Xie Yun.

A little more.

Jing Lian watched with an observing eye, thinking, Miss Sang Yao, don’t be too proactive!

Sang Yao’s tears kept falling, her small, white face covered in tear marks. She sobbed silently. When Lu Ting had troubled her before, her crying didn’t seem this intense. Now, being with Xie Yun, she felt even more aggrieved.

Sang Yao didn’t want to cry. She didn’t want Xie Yun to think she was a fragile girl.

But when she thought about possibly becoming a concubine in the future, she felt so sad that her head went blank. She just didn’t want to live anymore.

Lu Ting was really scary. When she was carried into the mansion, would he torture her?

Even if she didn’t become Lu Ting’s concubine in the future, she would still have to become someone else’s. She would be played with by someone she didn’t like, and she would still be a pitiful little person at the mercy of others.

Her uncle and younger uncle had many concubines, and those concubines didn’t live well. They were constantly fighting for favor, having children, and so on.

Wuwuwu, she was so scared. Just thinking about it made her unable to stop crying.

The inside of the carriage was very quiet, which made the restrained sobbing of the girl very obvious, like a little cat.

Xie Yun frowned slightly, supporting his temple with one hand, and glanced at the quietly waiting Jing Lian.

Jing Lian immediately understood, took out a handkerchief, and handed it to Sang Yao, saying discreetly, “Miss Sang, we are already on the way back to the Sang Mansion.”

So, stop crying, or his impatient master will get angry.

Sang Yao took the handkerchief and then said to Xie Yun, “Thank you.”

Jing Lian nodded.

Then, with a smile on his face, he thought, Can I take a look at who is giving you the handkerchief? Can you two go flirt in bed?

Sang Yao wiped her tears and didn’t want to cry anymore. She tried hard to remember the past few years.

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She recalled all the jokes she had heard, but still couldn’t stop the flood of tears.

Xie Yun had been sitting quietly beside her all this time.

Sang Yao silently thought to herself, in fact, Xie Yun wasn’t that annoying. She shouldn’t be so cold towards him in the future.

He usually seemed impeccable, but if she were too cold to him, he would probably be hurt as well.

He liked her so much, and his love was so subtle. If she hadn’t found the manual, she might never have realized it in her lifetime.

Just as Sang Yao was considering whether to take the initiative to speak to him, Xie Yun’s cold gaze swept toward the girl beside him who was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, and he spoke coldly:

“If you cry again, walk home by yourself.”

Sang Yao immediately choked back her tears.

He was really fierce.

Xie Yun was really detestable.

Forget it, he was always speaking with a double meaning. She forgave him.

She just made a small noise and stopped crying.

After a while, she spoke again, “Today… thanks to you.”