Inside the Eastern Palace carriage.
Ye Yiheng looked down at the hand clutching his arm.
Her hand was very small, which made it easy for his to envelop hers completely.
And her fingers were slender and pale, appearing very...
Seeing that he remained silent, Leng Yu Yan grew anxious, "Just now, Your Highness said you would spare me if I guessed correctly. Are you going to break your promise?"
Ye Yiheng withdrew his gaze and spoke indifferently, "Remember what you just said, and for now, I'll spare you."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan relaxed completely, yet she remained vigilant toward him.
Ye Yiheng, seeing this, furrowed his handsome brows—she was timid enough to strike him, yet at times when she was before him, especially when they were alone, she was terrified to the extreme.
Women truly are a strange and contradictory breed!
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Ji Qingyu returned to Marquis Jiangyang Mansion.