Did Miss become a nun today?

"What are you saying, Miss?" Lan Yue blushed. "This servant is just curious about what His Highness Prince Su looks like."

She lowered her voice and moved closer to Xie Yun Chu, "I heard that Prince Su was once the most outstanding man in the capital, and many young ladies were in love with him, but in the end he didn't marry any of them and is still single. Everyone is wondering why this prince doesn't get married."

Qingluo listened outside for a while, then couldn't help but peek in: "Sister Lanyue, did you see that Prince Su?"

Lan Yue nodded, then sighed with some regret, "I only glanced at it briefly."

His Highness Prince Su was of noble status; how could she dare to look at him openly?

But then I thought, the eldest son can stay by Prince Su's side, so there might be a chance to meet again in the future.

"Tell me, what does that Prince Su look like?"

Lan Yue frowned and thought for a moment. She only dared to steal a glance, and couldn't quite describe the details of the features. She only remembered the imposing aura that pressed down on her, making her afraid to look closely.

"Anyway..." she gestured, "it's good-looking that matters. Although she's not exactly young, she doesn't look old at all when she stands next to our young master."

Qingluo's eyes lit up as she listened, and she grabbed Lanyue, asking her all sorts of questions.

Xie Yun Chu shook her head helplessly, turned a page of the book, and shut out the chattering noises.

After noon, she handed Lan Yue the peace charm and calming incense, saying, "Take this to Young Master Meng."

I made a promise yesterday, and I must keep it.

"When did Miss begin associating with Young Master Meng?"

"I ran into him at the Du residence yesterday, we exchanged a few words, and I gave him a peace charm. It's alright, I'll just send it over."

Lan Yue responded with a "Yes," and as she walked to the courtyard gate with her things, she bumped into Pei Changyu.

"Young Master."

"What are you going to do?"

"Reporting to the young master, this servant is going out to run errands for the young lady."

Pei Changyu glanced at what she had hidden in her sleeve and asked casually, "What are you holding?"

Lan Yue's heart tightened, and she lowered her head, not daring to answer.

Guan Yun, noticing something was amiss, quickly whispered a reminder, "Lan Yue, the young master is asking you a question, aren't you going to answer quickly?"

"Slave, slave..."

"This servant will go and buy rouge for Miss."

Pei Changyu's eyes darkened slightly. "Is that so?"

He already knew what happened that day. Besides Xie Yun Chu, there was also the young master of the Meng family in the room. A man and a woman alone together in a room...

Guan Yun caught a glimpse of her young master's expression out of the corner of her eye, and felt the temperature around her drop several degrees.

He secretly gave Lan Yue a wink, wanting the girl to quickly take out the things, but the girl kept her head down, tightly gripping her sleeves, and didn't look at him at all.

Guan Yun had no choice but to step forward herself, take out the two items from Lan Yue's sleeve, and present them to Pei Changyu with both hands.

The amulet and calming incense are exactly the same as the ones I sent to Songhe Temple last time.

So it wasn't the only one?

"Young master, these..."

Pei Changyu flicked his sleeves. "Give it back to her."

Guan Yun then stuffed the things back into Lan Yue's hands. Lan Yue felt as if she had been granted a pardon, curtsied, and quickly ran away.

The master and servant stood outside the courtyard for a while. Guan Yun asked, "At this hour, Miss is surely reading. Would you like to come in, young master?"

Pei Changyu didn't reply, but instead asked, "Is Changfeng at home today?"

"The second young master left the manor today and arranged to meet the young master of the Su family at a teahouse."

"Su Yu?"

"That's right. Ever since the Second Young Master and the Third Young Master Wei had their fight, they've rarely been in contact. Instead, they've been spending more time with the Young Master Su."

"understood."

Pei Changyu stood at the courtyard gate for a moment.

The afternoon light streamed through the door, filling the courtyard. It was so quiet you could hear the wind turning the pages of a book, as if she were sitting there, slowly turning the pages one by one.

He looked away and turned to leave.

Guan Yun hurriedly followed, and upon noticing his young master's waning expression, he silently sighed in his heart.

The eldest son has this temper; he never says what he means to someone's face, keeping it all bottled up inside. No one can possibly understand him.

After walking for a while, she couldn't help but speak up, "Young master, please don't be angry. We have those peace charms and calming incense in our courtyard, don't you always carry them with you?"

These words should have been ignored, but as soon as they were spoken, Pei Changyu paused, his eyes growing even deeper. "Too talkative."

Guan Yun smiled and narrowed her eyes. "Young Master, you've had a rare few days off. You'll be busy soon. Why don't you take this opportunity to chat with Miss Biao more?"

After waiting for a while without a response, he said again, "By the way, when I delivered the lantern to Miss Biao last time, I asked Lan Yue about it when I brought the chrysanthemums. She said that the lantern is in Miss's bedroom and is hanging in the most conspicuous place."

"There's only one lantern in the room, which means Miss Biao has feelings for the young master."

Pei Changyu didn't say a word the whole time and went straight back to his bedroom.

Seeing the purse on the table, his expression softened.

She embroidered this herself; although it's not unique, it has her own distinctive style.

I held it to my nose and sniffed it, but it still wasn't enough.

He took out the small garment from his bosom, recalling the wretched state Xie Yun Chu had seen him in through the window that day... and his breathing became heavier.

The little garment in my hand felt soft to the touch, just like Xie Yun Chu's lips—sweet, delicious, and so delicate that it was irresistible.

He kissed the small garment, rubbed it lightly against his face, and then slid it to his neck, imagining Xie Yun Chu's lips gently pecking at his neck.

The breathing inside grew heavier, and Pei Changyu's indifferent expression was now tinged with a vibrant color; his eyes were red and his breath was hot.

Sweat slowly slid down his forehead, as if Xie Yun Chu's lips had truly kissed him inch by inch, leaving him both lucid and confused.

The outside light was bright, but the room was dark and damp, the air felt sticky, and every breath couldn't be heard.

He had already hidden the undergarment under his collar, it was pressed against his skin, Xie Yun Chu rested on his shoulder, his breath warm, his lips gently sucking.

A sliver of reason told him to stop, but he was addicted. Through the thin fabric, the imagination was so real that he seemed to hear her calling his name, with a sigh of wanting to sink into depravity with him, leaving him utterly defeated in solitude.

"Yun Chu..."

After an unknown amount of time, the room fell silent. Looking at the chaos inside, he chuckled resignedly, leaned back in his chair, and placed his arm across those eyes filled with desire.

Yun Chu, if you don't marry me, I will really go crazy.