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Chapter 166: Is the heart cold or the tea cold?

"Button button button——"

The stone above the head was moved away, and the woman's voice came down again, "Let's go, come out."

A rope was lowered.

Jiang Yuan tied the rope around his waist, then grabbed the rope with both hands and climbed up.

Everything in the pavilion was overturned, and the woman looked a little messier, but her temperament remained the same, her smile even deepened, and she didn't care at all.

"Are they giving you a hard time?" Jiang Yuan just asked in a routine manner without any intention of being concerned.

Even though she just helped her once.

But Jiang Yuan knows that there is no free lunch in this world.

"What do you think?" the woman asked in return, then pulled Jiang Yuan away from the courtyard and walked to another wing.

"You can rest here tonight. If you have anything to do, we can talk about it tomorrow."

The woman smiled slightly, "But you have to be mentally prepared. The emperor won't be able to find you this time, and he will be very angry... Your maid probably doesn't have much life to live."

After saying that, the woman closed the door and went out.

Jiang Yuan poured a cup of tea, then took a sip, and then slowly said: "It's cold."

"Is my heart cold or my tea cold?" A teasing voice said.

Jiang Yuan poured another cup of tea familiarly and said, "Sit."

In fact, she also guessed that apart from Qi Xuanzuo, he was the only person in the world who had intentions for her.

If that woman is not Qi Xuanzuo's, she must be his.

So she was not surprised at all by his appearance, it was just the length of time.

"How come it's like this? It's so dark. You dare to put anything on your face. Look what has become of this pretty beauty?" A voice pretending to be distressed.

The cheek was suddenly gently pulled away, and the white cloth was carefully wiped on the face.

The man's face was very close to hers, his eyes staring at her face carefully, but his hands were not gentle at all, even a little rough.

The corners of Jiang Yuan's lips curled up slightly and he remained silent.

When the entire white cloth turned into black cloth, Jiang Yuan's face was revealed, still fair and flawless, and unparalleled in beauty.


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