“Grrrr…”
At that moment, Leng Yiyao’s stomach let out a loud growl.
The quiet atmosphere between them was abruptly broken by the sound.
She lowered her head, glanced at her stomach, then suddenly grinned at him with a righteous expression. “Sorry, I ate too much. My digestion must be working overtime.”
Eating too much all at once and being in such a fragile body—this was a first for her. She had never been this ungraceful in front of a man before. But whatever. A man who hadn’t even shown his face yet? Might as well treat him like a piece of furniture.
As for his faint satisfaction regarding Lu Ming’s death just now, she figured it boiled down to two possibilities.
One, he was personally opposed to Lu Ming. Emotionally speaking, he wouldn’t want to see his rival doing well. Now that Lu Ming was dead, wasn’t that just perfect for him?
Two, more straightforward—his position was at odds with Lu Ming’s. Lu Ming’s death benefited him with no downside.
Either way, for now, he wouldn’t do anything harmful to her. After all, if she were the real killer, she posed no threat to him. And if she wasn’t, then she had absolutely nothing to do with him.
So, at least for now, they were in a state of mutual non-interference.
The man blinked, as if he had never seen a woman so shamelessly unbothered after an embarrassing moment.
Those two clueless thugs earlier had assumed, based on her lack of a veil and her injuries, that she was some noblewoman’s runaway slave. But from what he observed while tending to her wounds, the cut on her abdomen was obviously caused by a scimitar. Yet, her skin was delicate and fair—definitely not the skin of someone who had been exposed to the sun for long periods. In a desert region like this, such skin was a rarity.
If she truly were the murderer, how could a single woman have taken out fifteen royal attendants and a captain all by herself? Surely, she had accomplices?
No matter how he thought about it, it seemd too incredible.
But if she did have allies, why didn’t anyone come to her aid earlier, when those two men had nearly assaulted her?
His gaze lingered deeply on her face. There was no trace of nervousness, not even the slightest hint of guilt, as if the entire city’s heightened security was nothing more than a passing storm outside her window.
This woman was too mysterious.
She didn’t act like a noble lady, cautious and restrained, yet she possessed astonishing courage. Her gaze was unwavering, yet her true intentions were elusive—impossible to see through.
Whatever her background was, asking further would likely yield no answers.
He decisively stood up, adjusted the light in the cellar to be slightly brighter, then turned back to her with a light smile. “Get some rest. I’ll help you change your bandages tomorrow.”
“Alright, thanks.” Leng Yiyao waved casually, smiling at him as if they were old acquaintances.
The man chuckled, turned, and opened the door, slipping back into their initial dynamic from their first meeting.
The moment the door clicked shut, Leng Yiyao’s lips straightened into a thin line, a cold smirk flickering in her eyes. Outside, the man stood in contemplation, amusement glinting in his gaze.
This round, neither of them won.
He couldn’t figure out her background, and she couldn’t determine his motives.
However, in the end, she was still a move behind.
After all, the only weapon she had was ‘conveniently’ taken by him.
But whoever said that a sharp blade was the best weapon in this world?
Leng Yiyao lightly traced her palm, a serene smile forming as she lay back on the only bed in the cellar.
If she could take down a highly esteemed royal prince with ease, why would she be afraid of this faceless man?
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