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Chapters 431-440

Chapter 431: Very beautiful

If this was the past, Han Yunxi would only be suspicious of Long Feiye doting on her in public and assume he had some motive in mind. Who told her to have unrequited love back then?

But after being with him for half a year, she didn't think like that anymore. She openly accepted the Duke of Qin's favors with full knowledge that the man liked her. As long as both of them liked each other, she could bear anything he gave her! She stared at his sleeve for so long that Long Feiye finally asked, "What are you looking at?"

Han Yunxi withdrew her gaze and assumed a serious tone of voice. "Thanks to Your Highness for the rescue."

Long Feiye arched a brow at her. "Mm."

That's it? Isn't he going to say anything else? Or even comfort me? Things had gotten dangerous back there, so her heart was still tense. "If Your Highness had come a single step later, chenqie would've really lost face," Han Yunxi said next.

Long Feiye replied with another monosyllable. "Mm."

"When Your Highness came to find chenqie, chenqie felt really happy," Han Yunxi probed again.

"Mm," Long Feiye remained unmoved.

Alright, she knew he'd have this kind of attitude. Even if she gave him a grand bow and thanked him for his grace, he'd probably do nothing beyond nodding his head. What a cold and gloomy fellow!

Han Yunxi stole another glance at his torn sleeve before leaning sluggishly against the window to look outside. Aye, I've been cooped up so long. I really want to take a walk somewhere!

She was lost in thought when she suddenly felt her hair tie shift. Before she could react, Long Feiye had already tugged off the makeshift tie with a gentle motion, causing her hair to spill down over her shoulders. Han Yunxi looked back, the motion causing the black strands to frame her little face. She looked softer and more graceful, with more of a womanly aura instead of her usual carefree air. Perplexed, she wondered what he was doing.

"Your Highness..."

Her words trailed off when she saw Long Feiye examining her from head to toe, his eyes dark and deep enough to swallow her whole. Suddenly feeling timid, Han Yunxi averted her gaze. Inside the carriage, all was silent. Long Feiye didn't say a word, but kept staring. Han Yunxi felt her heart grow restless as time passed.

Just what is he doing? She snuck a peek at him with hooded eyes, only to catch him staring back. He'd never shifted his gaze from her for an instant. When their eyes met, his gaze turned even more wanton. Instead of shying from it, she simply wound up her hair and secured it above her head again. Immediately, Long Feiye pulled her hands aside, allowing the hair to cascade down her back again. Han Yunxi again tried to tie it up, and Long Feiye again let it down.

She was about to try for the third time when Long Feiye opened his mouth and said in a low, somewhat hoarse voice, "Very beautiful."

Hair was often taken as a symbol of beauty for women. A woman with her hair down was usually half-dressed as well, and either preparing for bed or getting ready for a bath. The only ones with the chance to see her in such a state were either her personal servant girls or her man. By the time Han Yunxi processed his words, a flush had stolen over her cheeks. She coiled her hair up for the last time as Long Feiye finally handed over his strip of fabric without saying a word. She silently mused, Was this guy wicked to begin with, or did he turned wicked over time?

The atmosphere around them began to grow strange as if something was about to burst. Long Feiye would never speak under such circumstances, leaving Han Yunxi feeling unbearable. She decided to search for a topic. "Your Highness, how do you think Great General Mu managed to raise such a stupid daughter?"