“Young Master He, have you finished your business?”
The girl nervously bit her pearly teeth, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.
She seemed extremely concerned about the relationship between An Lingran and He Qiu.
Don’t ask.
The reason is that Zi Menghan is afraid of An Lingran.
It’s a psychological shadow carved deep into her soul.
The Primordial Saintess of the Longyin Sect is practically Zi Menghan’s natural enemy!
This matter traces back several years.
Back then, the young Zi Menghan, only nine years old and not yet the Demon Sect Princess, had witnessed on a battlefield hundreds of demon cultivators surrounding a silver-haired girl.
They were all slaughtered by the silver-haired girl who erupted with power while on the brink of death.
With a casual swing of her sword, she unleashed a blizzard of fine snow that stretched for miles—a ruthless, emotionless slaughter maiden…
At the center of the chaotic battlefield, demon cultivator corpses lay scattered everywhere.
The young Zi Menghan trembled in fear, hiding beneath a pile of rubble.
The silver-haired girl approached step by step, coldly scrutinizing her, an ice sword in hand ready to kill at any moment…
In the end, Zi Menghan was scared to tears, crying for her mother.
This finally stirred a sliver of conscience in the silver-haired girl.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the girl ultimately sheathed her ice sword and left alone.
As a member of the demon race, Zi Menghan thus narrowly escaped death.
Years later, An Lingran probably didn’t remember who that trembling demon girl was that day, but Zi Menghan could never forget that silver-haired girl who killed without blinking.
The bloody scene of that slaughter was something Zi Menghan would remember for a lifetime.
Therefore, when she later heard that An Lingran had become the Primordial Saintess, she gathered intelligence from all sources, remained highly vigilant, and secretly swore she would never have anything to do with that silver-haired girl again…
So, Zi Menghan paid close attention to information about An Lingran, memorizing every rumor concerning the Primordial Saintess.
However, she had never imagined that the terrifying Primordial Saintess would be so overcome by matters of the heart that she would faint in public because of a young man.
Not long ago, this young man named He Qiu had publicly and uninterestingly rejected the Primordial Saintess’s confession…
Zi Menghan was utterly dumbfounded at the time.
Originally, when Zi Menghan infiltrated the Longyin Sect disguised as a maid, seeing He Qiu surrounded by a dense crowd with everyone’s attention on him, she had planned to quietly find an opportunity to slip away…
But just as she was about to flee, she coincidentally bumped into the imposing Primordial Saintess, instantly startling her into a shiver.
Hiding beside Luo Qianning, she didn’t dare make a move.
Then, she witnessed with her own eyes the Primordial Saintess confessing her love to He Qiu, her every word and action filled with unprecedented gentleness…
This wasn’t logical!
How could that silver-haired demoness who killed without blinking one day show such tender, affectionate feelings for a young man?
Quickly, with her sharp and swift thinking, Zi Menghan summarized the known information before her.
He Qiu, who had taken her in, not only seemed to have a lover-like senior sister-junior brother relationship with Luo Qianning and was also the junior brother of the Primordial Saintess, but he also had an even more ambiguous, fiancé-like bond with that very Primordial Saintess, An Lingran!
Regardless of whether the marriage engagement was real or not, Zi Menghan could still tell that at the very least, An Lingran herself liked He Qiu!
On top of this, Zi Menghan remembered the rumors about herself and He Qiu—things like “Demon Sect Princess conquered by Young Master He Qiu late at night,” “riding on the ground, frantically outputting,” and so on…
At that moment, Zi Menghan felt the word [DANGER] was written all over her head.
Had she…
Possibly offended An Lingran’s man?
By then, Zi Menghan was already heavily impacted by this massive amount of information, her legs nearly giving way from fear, about to faint.
But then, she witnessed something even more outrageous—
He Qiu, Young Master He, had publicly and mercilessly rejected the Primordial Saintess’s confession, even denying the engagement!
Zi Menghan was dumbfounded again.
She repeatedly scrutinized the profile of that young man in white, yet found she couldn’t see through him at all.
He Qiu, a mere junior brother of the sect at only the third stage of the Spirit Realm, actually dared to publicly reject the confession of the Primordial Saintess, An Lingran!
Was he insane?!
Zi Menghan thought An Lingran would fly into a rage and publicly cut down this junior on the spot.
Who would have thought the silver-haired Saintess would only flush with cold anger, her delicate body trembling slightly, and then faint right there, overcome by He Qiu’s public rejection…
Zi Menghan: ???
In a single day, her worldview had been shattered dozens of times by this young man, He Qiu.
Her poor heart really couldn’t take it anymore.
Convinced.
Utterly convinced.
She finally realized that He Qiu’s background was incredibly mysterious.
It seemed she had latched onto a thigh, an unprecedented, god-like thigh.
In this situation, how could Zi Menghan dare to run away on her own?
This He Qiu didn’t even regard the Primordial Saintess with any importance, casting her aside so easily.
She, Zi Menghan, was at best a half-crippled Demon Sect Princess with chronic poison injuries…
If she dared to betray He Qiu, wouldn’t he catch her in minutes, tie her up in a small dark room, and…
Thoroughly discipline her into submission?
She simply didn’t dare think about it in detail.
Zi Menghan understood.
She was on a pirate ship now—the kind you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.
Therefore, along the way, she had been very obedient and sensible, consciously following He Qiu.
When He Qiu told her to wait for him at the foot of the mountain, she absolutely didn’t dare have any second thoughts.
Survival was paramount.
She would obediently play the role of a maid, waiting for He Qiu to come down the mountain and take her home.
And now, seeing He Qiu appear, Zi Menghan hurried forward to greet him, not daring to show the slightest neglect!
No matter what, she had completely abandoned the thought of “running away” for now.
She planned to stay by He Qiu’s side and genuinely serve as a maid for a while.
“Returning to the Demon Sect”—that kind of unrealistic matter could wait for a future opportunity…
At least for now, He Qiu hadn’t shown any intention to “harm” Zi Menghan.
In fact, he was quite gentle and considerate towards her.
Sigh, life was full of hardships.
Zi Menghan felt immense pressure on her shoulders.
Gathering her uneasy emotions, Zi Menghan peeked her head out and asked softly:
“Young Master He, have you finished your business?”
“Mhm, pretty much. Let’s go home.”
“Ah, mhm! Mmm~”
He Qiu stretched lazily, then pinched the girl’s cheek.
No particular reason.
He was also very tired today, and seeing Zi Menghan’s shy face, he couldn’t help but want to pinch it to relieve stress.
As the master, pinching his maid’s cheek shouldn’t count as harassment, right?
Mhm, it didn’t.
The world wasn’t that strict.
He Qiu nodded in self-consolation and continued walking ahead, leaving only Zi Menghan following behind with a slightly flushed face.
A dignified Demon Sect Princess, treated like a servant girl, having her face pinched so casually…
Under normal circumstances, Zi Menghan would have coldly ordered her subordinates to chop off the hands of this rude person.
But now, she wasn’t angry.
First, she didn’t dare.
This was the man who had rejected the Primordial Saintess.
Second, she wasn’t angry at all.
Instead, she felt a subtly pleasant sensation?
“What in the world is going on…”
Zi Menghan had noticed long ago that her body seemed to react strongly to He Qiu, utterly unable to resist the young man’s charm.
Whenever she saw He Qiu’s handsome profile, the anxiety and unease in her heart would completely vanish, replaced by a feeling that was very comfortable, light, and pleasant.
Moreover, walking behind He Qiu, Zi Menghan’s gaze would unconsciously be drawn to the young man’s long, straight hands.
Several times, she had wanted to walk up and quietly hold them, hand in hand…
What was this?
So-called “love at first sight”?
Actually, Zi Menghan didn’t believe in that.
Due to the excessively cruel reality she experienced from a young age, she wasn’t a girl who believed in romantic love.
She thought relationships between people were only based on selfish interests.
Love at first sight was merely a beautified version of being attracted to looks.
Therefore, more than those mushy descriptions, Zi Menghan believed this was due to some unique “quality” of He Qiu himself.
He seemed to possess a certain unique charm that made girls unconsciously want to get close to him, to like him…
Look, wasn’t that the case with the Primordial Saintess An Lingran and Miss Luo Qianning?
They had already completely fallen into this scoundrel’s love trap.
This is a trap, Zi Menghan, oh Zi Menghan, you must not take the bait!
Otherwise, the Primordial Saintess who was publicly rejected and fainted from anger today is the best example of failure…
Following behind He Qiu, the girl secretly lowered her head, desperately swallowing her saliva, left hand gripping her right, fiercely resisting the inner desire to hold He Qiu’s hand.
She just didn’t understand.
What was so great about holding hands?
No, it’s just that they’re a bit long, slender, fair, and clean…
Ugh, to put it bluntly, they’re just good-looking and pleasing to the eye!
They just satisfy Zi Menghan’s weird hand-fetish aesthetic!
Because of that, is it absolutely necessary to hold them?
Damn it! It seems I’m already deeply bewitched!
I, a dignified Demon Sect Princess, do not want to fall and become part of a scoundrel’s harem!
Zi Menghan struggled fiercely with her inner self.
At the same time, the young man in white walking ahead had stopped and turned around, about to say something:
“We’re here. This is where I live—”
“Ah!”
The girl, not watching her step, bumped right into the young man’s chest.
He quickly grabbed her arm, preventing her from falling.
He Qiu: ?
Zi Menghan: ((ìœ âˆ€ìœ |||))
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