While resting at the post station, Mu Wan Yao went to see Yan Shang after hearing Fang Tong's report. She paused outside a room to compose herself before pushing the door open.
Mu Wan Yao: "Starving yourself in protest?"
She saw the blindfolded young man leaning against an upward-curving desk, his wide sleeves draping over his knees and the ground covering. He sat with serene elegance, like silver-white snow blanketing a green pine—a picture of unyielding dignity that refused to bow to authority.
Even Mu Wan Yao had to admire this.
Hearing Mu Wan Yao's arrival, Yan Shang slightly furrowed his brows.
Since regaining consciousness, he found himself in this situation—surrounded entirely by Mu Wan Yao's people, all watching him like a prisoner. Whatever he requested, those around him had to seek the princess's approval. By midday, Yan Shang hadn't even been allowed to touch a brush, let alone muster any appetite for food.
Even if Mu Wan Yao hadn't administered something like tendon weakening powder, the effect was nearly the same.
This princess was utterly wicked!
As these thoughts crossed Yan Shang's mind, Mu Wan Yao sat beside him and placed her hand on his arm with a coaxing smile. "No matter how angry you are, you must eat. If you fall ill from hunger, I'd be heartbroken. Doesn't Second Brother Yan care for me at all?"
Yan Shang blurted out: "If I care for you, who will care for me? I've always considered your needs, and this is how you repay me? Confining me and taking me away by force—is this your idea of kindness? You've gone too far."
Mu Wan Yao couldn't help but laugh.
He was so accustomed to gentleness that his voice remained soft and low, exceptionally deep and pleasant. He rarely raised his voice, and even now in anger, his tone wasn't harsh. His words sounded less like an accusation and more like a tender complaint.
Mu Wan Yao cleared her throat.
Her eyes curved with autumn pool-like amusement as she said, "It truly is for your benefit. But let's set that aside for now and have our meal, shall we?"
Rarely did she ever coax him so gently out of a sense of guilt, yet Yan Shang coldly refused: "Let's settle this matter first. From now on, I won't eat any food you provide or drink any water you offer. Who knows what tricks you might play after I trusted you so completely?"
Mu Wan Yao lowered her head, somewhat displeased by his words.
She asked: "Why do you think I took you away against your will?"
Yan Shang: "Who can fathom your wicked schemes!"
Mu Wan Yao: "Because my maternal grandfather is dying, and I want to see him one last time. When I visit him, I wish to bring the man I love along, so he can rest assured about my future and not worry for me. Have I done wrong?"
Yan Shang was momentarily taken aback, then retorted: "You'd call black white if it suited you."
Mu Wan Yao declared righteously: "My intentions are completely sincere!"
Yan Shang grew mildly exasperated.
He said: "Must I spell everything out so bluntly?"
Mu Wan Yao: "By all means."
Being the intelligent man he was, Yan Shang's mind hadn't dulled despite his confinement. Suppressing his voice, he whispered in restrained anger: "This has nothing to do with my benefit. You simply see me as a county magistrate who can make way for others—someone ultimately unimportant. You care not that my departure from Nanyang constitutes an offense. The court expressly forbids me from leaving Nanyang, and you're deliberately making me violate this rule!
"Are you trying to have me dismissed from my post?"Mu Wan Yao coaxed him, "It's just a seventh-rank county magistrate position—if we don't want it, we won't take it. What's so great about Nanyang? Even if you've made many arrangements there, since everything is already set, someone else can handle it just as well. Let's return to Chang'an instead."
Yan Shang retorted, "You're being reckless! You're just exploiting your status as a princess and your authority to manipulate others as you please!"
Seeing his tense expression and genuine anger, Mu Wan Yao knew he was furious. He stood up, leaning on the desk as if to leave, unwilling to speak with her. Aware he would be upset, she tried her best to placate him, quickly pressing him back into his seat. She insisted firmly, "We've already reached this point—don't expect me to send you back. But I can offer some compensation. Do you really care that much about being the magistrate of Rang County? Have you truly started to think of Rang County as your home?"
Forced back into his chair with her hand on his, Yan Shang frowned and turned his head to "look" at her. He said, "You... fine, I know I can't persuade you. If you're determined to take me away, what can I do? But during my tenure, I never neglected official duties for frivolous reasons, and I won't allow myself to be dismissed by the central government over something as absurd as being forced to leave Nanyang.
"I don't care what method you use—my position as magistrate of Rang County must not be lost. If you cause me to lose my post over this, I'll... never speak to you again."
His threat lacked any real intimidation.
Mu Wan Yao hesitated, wondering why he was so attached to a mere magistrate position. Could there be some arrangement in Rang County she wasn't aware of? She never underestimated Yan Shang's intelligence; even with him confined, she feared he might find a way to turn the tables.
After a moment without a response from Mu Wan Yao, Yan Shang grew slightly angry. "Are you going to let me lose my official position because of your mistake? If you can't even meet this one condition, you're being utterly unreasonable."
Noting his clenched jaw, Mu Wan Yao thought to herself that a magistrate position was insignificant. Since she had already cut off his contact with the outside world, what harm was there in letting him keep the title? Once she dragged him back to Chang'an and forced him to marry her, he wouldn't be able to return to Nanyang anyway.
There was no precedent for an Imperial Son-in-Law and a princess to live apart.
Considering that Yan Shang would never go back to Rang County in the future, Mu Wan Yao readily agreed, "Fine, I promise you. Now, will you eat?"
Yan Shang hurriedly added, "We haven't finished talking!"
Mu Wan Yao grew impatient. "What else is there?"
Hesitating, Yan Shang asked, "I want to know—since you're taking me away by force, have you made arrangements for Miao Niang?"
Mu Wan Yao's expression turned cold as she tilted her head to look at him. "What do you mean? Are you concerned about another woman in front of me?"
Yan Shang, who had been angry all day, was still fuming. "Do I have to spell out what you're thinking? Aren't you just dissatisfied with how I handled things and using your power to override me? By snatching me away from Miao Niang like this, of course she can't compete with a princess. But I have a marriage contract with her—is it right for you to bully a young woman like this?"
Mu Wan Yao retorted, "Snatch you? How dare you say that."
Yan Shang's face instantly flushed red.
In Mu Wan Yao's eyes, he was utterly adorable—even in his anger, he could blush over such matters.
He muttered softly, "That's exactly what happened. You did it—can't I say it?"Mu Wan Yao, distracted by his blushing, set aside her anger over his engagement and said leisurely, "As for that Miao Niang of yours, don’t try to fool me. I’ve already investigated the nature of your relationship. Fang Tong told me that your father-in-law got you drunk at a banquet and recommended his daughter to you, and you agreed in a daze. Afterward, you never went back on your word. What does that mean? It’s just taking advantage of your poor tolerance for alcohol!"
Yan Shang explained, "Lord Chen isn’t the kind of person you make him out to be. I was already in low spirits and got drunk—it wasn’t some deliberate scheme by Lord Chen..."
Mu Wan Yao shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning against his arm. He turned away, refusing to let her lean on him, but she simply grabbed his arm and held on tightly, nestling against him effortlessly and even rubbing against him somewhat triumphantly. Yan Shang wanted to glare at her but had no eyes to do so, and Mu Wan Yao had already spoken up: "Fang Tong found out that you and Miao Niang became engaged on the second day of the second month. That timing is quite intriguing."
Yan Shang replied coldly, "Intriguing in what way?"
Mu Wan Yao tilted her head to look at him. "Intriguing because, four days before that date, Pei Qing and I became engaged."
Yan Shang remained silent.
Mu Wan Yao’s heart had already softened, filled with tenderness and compassion. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him down, and gently brushed her nose against his, speaking softly, "Brother, you drank because you were upset about my engagement, and that’s when you were tricked into agreeing to this betrothal. And because the other party posed no threat to you, you felt disheartened, thinking you weren’t suited for romance, so you didn’t refuse the engagement. Am I right?
"You did it because of me, didn’t you?"
Yan Shang reached out and pushed her face away from his. Mu Wan Yao was incredulous, but his resolve was firm. Even though he was blushing, he refused to let her act this way with him.
Mu Wan Yao, flustered and furious, exclaimed, "Have you lost your mind? How dare you push me away? Do you even realize that if I wanted to force myself on you, you couldn’t—"
Her words came out thoughtlessly, but before she could finish, Yan Shang cut her off sternly, "What are you saying? How can a young lady speak so recklessly?"
Mu Wan Yao’s bravado faltered under his reproach, deflating entirely.
She huffed, her tone sour and resentful. "Fine, let’s drop it. Don’t worry—I won’t tarnish your reputation. I’ll even find your precious Miao Niang a husband so impeccable you won’t be able to fault him. Do you really think you’re such a treasure that everyone fawns over you and can’t live without you? Just eat your meal."
Yan Shang could only accept helplessly as she casually arranged Miao Niang’s future as if she were a mere passerby. He thought to himself that even if Mu Wan Yao were to arrange a marriage for Miao Niang on a whim, with him keeping an eye on things, she wouldn’t be able to go too far.
But with so much weighing on his mind, Yan Shang had no appetite. "I’m not eating. You’re imprisoning me like this—"
Mu Wan Yao cut him off coldly, "Am I giving you too much leeway? Even if I’ve taken you away for various reasons, do you think it’s all for my own selfish motives, with no benefit to you at all? Can’t you see me as a good woman? Must you always think of me as the villain?"
Yan Shang was stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief that she could twist black into white so brazenly.
He retorted, "Benefit to me? What benefit? I fail to see how imprisoning me is for my own good."
Mu Wan Yao declared righteously, "A delicate, stunning beauty is offering herself to you for free—what more could you possibly complain about?"Yan Shang grew angry and began to speak recklessly along with her: "Am I that kind of person? What use is it? I wouldn’t use it. What good does your beauty do? Can I even see it?"
Mu Wan Yao immediately seized the opportunity, grasping his hand: "Look! Isn’t this exactly how I care for you? I’m helping to treat your eyes! I’ve summoned a royal physician from Chang’an, and he’s on his way to meet us in Jinling. Your eyes have already been delayed for too long—I was worried that following me for that month might worsen your condition, so I insisted on seeing you recover before I could rest easy."
Yan Shang pressed his lips together and lowered his head.
Seeing his attitude soften slightly, Mu Wan Yao continued: "And I truly mean well for you. Look how exhausted you usually are, buried in official duties and busy with all sorts of public affairs. You never have time to rest—just look at what you’ve done to yourself. You’ve grown so thin, simply because you’re young and don’t care. I’m afraid that if you keep working so hard, you’ll wear your body down until it breaks.
"Second Brother Yan, even if you love your work, shouldn’t you care for your own health? With your eyes in such a state, why are you in such a hurry to return to Rang County? Why not take this chance to rest properly? Do something you enjoy and give yourself a real break?
"You’re always wound up tight, with no time to relax—is that really good for you?"
Yan Shang was slightly taken aback.
He turned his face toward her and asked quietly, "You... you really think that way?"
Mu Wan Yao stroked his cheek and gently brushed her lips against his, assuring him: "I truly mean it. Seeing you like this breaks my heart. I don’t want you always buried in work, with everyone running to you at the slightest problem. When you were in Rang County, you were so busy you even stayed at the government office... I want you to rest properly. We’ll brew medicinal soups every day to nourish your health."
She added dreamily: "I want to pamper you until you’re plump and fair."
Yan Shang scoffed: "More nonsense."
Mu Wan Yao smiled.
Yan Shang murmured: "Is it wrong for me to be busy with official duties? Do you think I’m too tightly wound? No one has ever said that to me—only you always say such things."
Mu Wan Yao leaned her cheek gently against his and said softly: "Because they don’t love you—only I do. Others see you as Yan Suchen, but I see you as Yan Shang, my Second Brother Yan. Everything I do is for your good. You must understand me."
She was already seizing the chance to justify herself again.
Yan Shang felt both moved and irritated.
After a long pause, he whispered: "I really don’t want to talk to you, don’t want to pay you any mind."
Mu Wan Yao grew frantic: "How are you still angry?!"
Yan Shang thought to himself: How could something so serious be forgiven after just a few words? Would I have any principles left then?
She truly acts recklessly, capable of anything. Yan Shang realized he had been too indulgent with her, letting her grow bold and unconstrained, believing that no matter what she did, he would forgive her.
And the sad truth was, she was right.
Yan Shang knew in his heart he could never truly stay angry with her, knew he was always quick to soften toward her. But this was wrong—it meant she would never learn to respect him. She stood high above, and now she could have whatever she wanted. Yet there were some things in this world that could not be forced, no matter how much power or pressure one wielded.After a long silence, Yan Shang said calmly, "I need someone trustworthy to test my food and drink. I no longer trust you. If this isn't arranged, I won't touch any meal you provide again."
Mu Wan Yao made a sound of protest.
She rubbed her forehead. "Where am I supposed to find someone you'd trust to test your food every day? We're on the road to Jinling! Even if I randomly bought a servant for you, would you believe they weren't planted by me?"
Yan Shang turned his face away. "Haven't you imprisoned Han Shu Xing? I don't believe he would remain indifferent after I was kidnapped by you."
Mu Wan Yao: "..."
She cursed under her breath, reluctantly acknowledging that the man she had chosen was indeed clever, possessing such judgment even while captive. This made her even more determined to prevent Yan Shang from contacting the outside world and escaping her grasp—
Yan Shang, supported by a young servant, went to see the imprisoned Han Shu Xing.
Han Shu Xing was tightly bound, a cloth gag stuffed in his mouth, thrown into a pitch-black room. He struggled against his ropes, but they were tied in dead knots. Moreover, he felt completely weak—drugged throughout the journey, without enough strength to even stand.
Just as Han Shu Xing was despairing about how to escape, Yan Erlang arrived.
Yan Shang had the servant untie Han Shu Xing and brought him food. While Han Shu Xing wolfed down the meal, he secretly observed Yan Erlang. He saw that Yan Shang appeared clean and composed, dressed in neat robes with a jade crown and silver belt, his demeanor exceptionally graceful, without any visible injuries from the princess's mistreatment.
This exquisite, jade-like young man differed both from the Yan Erlang who often suffered injuries due to his blindness during their escape, and from the Yan Erlang buried in tedious official duties back in Rang County. Han Shu Xing couldn't find the right words—he simply felt Yan Erlang now resembled those clean, handsome noble young masters of Chang'an, fragrant and soft, pale and pristine.
After finishing his meal, Han Shu Xing forcibly drove the servant attending Yan Erlang out of the room. He grabbed Yan Shang's hand, trying to pull him up to leave.
Yan Shang was surprised but had no intention of going with him. He chuckled, "What are you doing?"
Han Shu Xing's voice was tense. "Erlang, Her Highness the Princess is definitely not a good person! I don't know what she's told you to deceive you, but I personally saw you collapse after drinking a cup of wine she offered. When I chased after you, her guards genuinely attacked me ruthlessly. Not only that—they drugged me, leaving me weak all day... This shows malicious intent! I suspect the princess plans to kill us both!"
Yan Shang: "..."
Yan Shang said softly, "Because you're a martial artist, she fears your fighting skills could help me. That's why she drugged you—to keep you weak and prevent you from helping me escape. This is understandable. I'll discuss with her about reducing your dosage, as it's not good for your health long-term. Don't think about escaping anymore. Setting other factors aside... just Fang Tong's martial arts skills alone match yours. He could contend with you single-handedly, let alone with her other guards present.
"Since we're here, we should accept our situation. You've been implicated because of me. Stay by my side from now on. When I told her I wanted you to test my food and drink, it was actually to rescue you from imprisonment."Han Shu Xing felt slightly relieved upon hearing his gentle, logical tone. As long as Yan Erlang's mind remained sharp, Han Shu Xing had no worries. Though Yan Shang told him not to cause trouble or attempt escape, and though Han Shu Xing was unwilling—believing they shouldn't just wait passively—he reluctantly agreed.
Han Shu Xing asked Yan Shang in a low voice, "Why does the princess want to capture you, Erlang? During our escape, her relationship with you didn't seem that bad. How could she turn on you so suddenly? You saved her—is this what you Great Wei people call 'biting the hand that feeds you'?"
Yan Shang sighed softly and muttered under his breath, "Exactly—biting the hand that feeds you."
Frowning, Han Shu Xing pressed, "If Your Highness isn't planning to kill you, then what does she want?"
Yan Shang grew visibly uncomfortable.
He said, "It's nothing important. Don't worry about it."
Han Shu Xing stared at Yan Shang for a long moment. Though he wasn't well-versed in the subtle expressions of Great Wei people, he was a grown man who had spent enough time with Yan Shang and Mu Wan Yao. Watching Yan Shang lower his head with slightly reddened ears, a sudden insight struck Han Shu Xing—he recalled that passionate embrace and kiss he had witnessed outside the temple that night.
Han Shu Xing frowned, "Does she want to sleep with you, Erlang?"
Yan Shang choked on his blunt words. As Han Shu Xing helped him out the door, Yan Shang stumbled over the threshold.
Han Shu Xing was already fretting, "How could a man of your integrity end up in Her Highness's bed? How could she insult you like this? Don't worry, Erlang—I won't let her take advantage of you."
Yan Shang: "..."
Yan Shang laughed helplessly, "Han Shu Xing, I really should teach you more about Great Wei customs. Some things shouldn't be said so... directly. And you don't need to protect me from being taken advantage of..."
Han Shu Xing looked surprised, "Do you actually want to sleep with her?"
Yan Shang: "...What I mean is, I have my own plans! Don't interfere with matters between Her Highness and me! Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you to read."
Wasn't Mu Wan Yao telling him to relax?
Since he had no particular hobbies or desires anyway, teaching Han Shu Xing to read would be a perfect diversion—
The carriage continued its journey.
Inside the princess's carriage, the atmosphere remained tense. No one dared breathe too loudly, afraid of provoking Her Highness.
After all, Yan Erlang lived up to his reputation—perfectly capable of pushing his luck without quite infuriating the princess to death.
Mu Wan Yao had kidnapped Yan Shang specifically to spend time alone with him during the journey, hoping to restore their relationship to its best days—perhaps even rekindle their old passion. That way, when she dragged him to the wedding chamber, he wouldn't be unwilling.
But then Yan Shang insisted on teaching Han Shu Xing to read.
Thus, the originally spacious carriage—perfect for just Mu Wan Yao and Yan Shang—now felt cramped with Han Shu Xing added. To make matters worse, Han Shu Xing proved utterly incapable of reading the room. No matter how long Mu Wan Yao's face grew, he kept his eyes fixed solely on Yan Shang.
In the classic-style carriage, Mu Wan Yao stubbornly pressed against Yan Shang despite his protests, while the tall, broad-shouldered Han Shu Xing remained unmoved by her complaints about overcrowding. He simply swept his robes aside and sat on the floor, pulling out a crumpled booklet and a thick brush under the princess's disdainful glare, ready for Yan Shang's reading lesson.
And the man was hopelessly slow at learning.For a full hour, Mu Wan Yao listened as Yan Shang taught the same line of poetry over and over again. Leaning against Yan Shang, she felt she had dozed off and woken up, yet Han Shu Xing still hadn’t managed to learn such a simple verse.
Mu Wan Yao sighed, “He really is so slow-witted.”
Han Shu Xing, seated on the ground, remained expressionless, completely indifferent to the princess’s remark.
Yan Shang turned his face to “look” at the young lady who insisted on squeezing into the same carriage with him despite the sweltering heat, and said, “How can you call someone slow-witted to their face? Han Shu Xing is a Black barbarian; being able to learn the language of Great Wei is already remarkable. He has only just begun learning Great Wei’s written phrases, which is like a child first picking up a brush—it’s normal to struggle initially. Besides, Han Shu Xing actually knows some simple characters, which is quite impressive.
“If you dislike listening to us discuss these things, why not get off and ride in a carriage by yourself?”
Mu Wan Yao replied coldly, “I absolutely refuse to get off. I insist on sitting with you—I want to keep an eye on you.”
Yan Shang sighed, "Aren't you afraid of the heat?"
Mu Wan Yao, being mischievous, tilted her head up and kissed his jade-white neck, whispering softly, "That's the benefit right here."
Her voice was low, gentle, and slightly husky. Suddenly kissing him like that, especially while Han Shu Xing was present, startled Yan Shang. His hand gripping the small table tightened abruptly, and his body tensed up. Amid his chaotic thoughts, he heard Mu Wan Yao scold Han Shu Xing, "What are you staring at? Focus on your writing!"
Yan Shang nervously wondered, Did Han Shu Xing see Yao Yao kissing me? How could she... how could she be so reckless!
Mu Wan Yao noticed sweat beading on his neck and eagerly took a handkerchief to wipe it for him. But he felt awkward and kept twisting his neck away. With Han Shu Xing watching, Yan Shang didn't dare struggle too much or make a scene. In their back-and-forth tugging, his neck had already turned red.
Who knows how bizarre this scene must have appeared in Han Shu Xing's eyes.
Han Shu Xing coughed once.
Mu Wan Yao loved teasing Yan Shang too much—his hair strands, his fingernails, even the collar tightly covering his collarbones—she could spend half a day playing with them while leaning on him. It was just this Han Shu Xing... Just as Mu Wan Yao was about to scold him for coughing unnecessarily, the carriage halted. Fang Tong announced from outside that they had arrived at a destination.
Leaning against the carriage wall, Yan Shang was taken aback. Though he couldn't see, he had been mentally calculating the journey's progress. No matter how he figured, they shouldn't have reached a relay station until evening. How could they have arrived at a destination by midday?
Mu Wan Yao kicked Han Shu Xing, who was sitting on the floor, with extreme impatience, "We've arrived, didn't you hear? Get off the carriage first! Squeezing in here with us in this scorching heat—if Yan Shang and I get heatstroke, it'll be your fault!"
After Han Shu Xing was driven out, Mu Wan Yao turned back to see Yan Shang's fingers resting on the small table, lightly tapping a few times. She always felt he was calculating something... Without a word, she snuggled up to him, interrupting his thoughts, and hooked her finger under his chin to kiss him.
Yan Shang pushed her away in alarm, "...I already said I don't want to deal with you, and you're still like this!"
Mu Wan Yao said sweetly, "Like what? I'm just asking for a reward."
Yan Shang retorted irritably, "Reward for what? For tying me up against my will?"
Mu Wan Yao paid no mind to his words; his gentle voice alone was enough to please her. She nuzzled against him for a while longer before taking his hand and helping him out of the carriage.
Fuming, Yan Shang saw how little she cared and could only pull her back, fumbling to adjust her collar, tie her sash, and straighten her clothes to make her look presentable.
A smile playing on her lips, Mu Wan Yao let him fuss over her, then she supported him and led him out of the carriage.
Standing beside the carriage, Mu Wan Yao pointed to the lush green fields ahead and said, "You can't see it now, so you don't know we're standing before cropland. It's emerald green everywhere, with common folk farming in the fields. You always said I don't understand the hardships of life, and back then you wanted to take me spring plowing to bring me closer to the people.
"We're close enough now. We can continue what we started back then."
Yan Shang was lost in thought.Mu Wan Yao turned back to look at him and smiled, "Don't you care about the people's livelihood? Then let me feel what you feel. I also want to understand what those things I've read in books truly mean in reality. We're already here, holding hands—let's go farming together."
Yan Shang was moved, his hand trembling slightly in hers.
Mu Wan Yao thought she had swayed him, but his next words came out stiffly: "How can a blind man like me hold your hand? Do I even have the strength to pull you along?"
Mu Wan Yao glared, choked by his lukewarm response. Furious but unable to do anything after staring at him for a long while, she pushed his hand away and stomped into the field alone, lifting her skirts.
Yan Shang stood by the roadside, listening to the sounds.
Soon, he heard Fang Tong's voice: "Erlang, why must you be like this?"
Yan Shang hesitated before saying, "It's so hot out, Guard Fang. Shouldn't you go check on her? She's not in good health, and here she is putting on a show in front of me."
Fang Tong was at a loss for words about these two and could only lead the guards into the field. Meanwhile, Han Shu Xing quietly approached Yan Shang and whispered, "Erlang, they've all left—this is a perfect chance to escape. I've scouted the route and secretly stored medicine for a few days..."
Before Yan Shang could respond, Han Shu Xing used his lightness skill to hoist him onto a horse. With a sharp neigh, Mu Wan Yao and the others in the field turned in astonishment to see a lone rider vanishing in a cloud of dust.
Yan Shang: "..."
An hour later, Han Shu Xing was tied up once again and confined to a dark room for punishment.
Yan Shang sat quietly as Mu Wan Yao burst in, fuming, "How dare you try to escape! I trusted you, which is why I didn't bind you. Do I have to tie you up like a prisoner to keep you from running?"
Yan Shang lifted his face and, after a pause, replied with a mix of helplessness and calm, "I wasn't trying to escape."
Mu Wan Yao: "I saw it with my own eyes. Do you think I'm blind?"
After a moment of silence, Yan Shang said, "...Are you doubting my intelligence?"
Mu Wan Yao: "...Yan Shang lowered his voice, his tone subtle, "Even if I really wanted to escape, why would I use such a method?""
Mu Wan Yao raised an eyebrow.
From his words, she sensed... a hint of disdain?
Ah.
Was Yan Shang looking down on Han Shu Xing?
She chuckled, covering her mouth. In her heart, she resolved: it seems she'll have to resort to stronger measures.
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