Chapter 92: Is Jīng Líng Not Letting Go?

  Wei Luo walked back calmly and when she arrived at a lake, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, she washed her wooden sword. However, the blood had already dried up and it was difficult to wash clean, so she simply crushed the wooden sword into powder and threw it away, preparing to whittle another one.

  In the mansion, she casually found a bamboo forest, got a piece of bamboo and then turned around to walk back.

  Wei Luo walked very slowly, and the past three days of safe passage felt very relaxing to her. She cherished this feeling.

  Even so, her mind has never stopped, she is thinking that the Duke of Jingling may make a move. At the same time, she is also calculating how to deal with his moves.

  When she entered the room, two maids immediately came to greet her. They curtsied and one of them said softly: "The young master is calling for you."

  Jingling looking for himself?

  Wei Luo's heart skipped a beat.

  She puckered her mouth and nodded, saying, "Yes."

  She strode into the house, changed into a deep-colored garment. She had just killed someone, and although her clothes hadn't gotten bloody, they might still have some smell of blood on them. In front of someone like Jingling Gongzi, nothing could be sloppy.

  It was only three days, but Wei Luo seemed as if she had been separated from him for a long time. When she entered Prince Jing's courtyard, she was still a bit dazed.

  Under the guidance of the maid, she came to the west garden.

  As soon as Wei Luo stepped through the arched garden gate, she caught sight of several people sitting in a place where peach blossoms were in full bloom. The petals fell like snowflakes, the green grass was lush and verdant, the sound of laughter was faintly audible, and the fragrance of wine wafted through the air. As soon as she entered this place, Wei Luo felt a sense of luxury and tranquility.

  As she walked through a cluster of peach blossoms, the people sitting on the grass caught her eye. Among them, the one with his back to her was the most familiar, that majestic and proud figure, as if carved out of marble, made her heart skip a beat no matter when or where she saw him.

  Next to the young master of Jingling, facing the direction of Wei Luo, sat the thirteenth princess. She was smiling coyly, her soft body seemed boneless, shaking with laughter, and a patch of white skin at her neck faintly appeared, along with the peach blossoms around her, creating the most dazzling spring scene.

  The thirteenth princess smiled very beautifully, very flowery and charming.

  But she smiled and smiled, and then suddenly caught sight of Wei Luo walking towards her. At this glance, the sound of her laughter became a bit dry, and the expression on her face was also slightly stiff.

  Her unusual behavior caught the attention of two other young men who were looking at Wei Luo. They glanced at her and then turned their heads back, uninterested.

  Wei Luo lowered her head and walked quietly to the side of Jing Ling Gongzi, stopping five steps away from him. She clasped her hands together and asked carefully, "Did you call for me, sir?"

  The Duke of Jingling hung his eyes and looked down, with his right hand's index finger tapping on the table, as if he was deep in thought.

  He heard Wei Luo's voice and the knocking sound didn't stop. He gave a faint order: "Call Yu Xi over."

  Ruo Ji?

  Wei Luo's heart tightened! In an instant, her pupils dilated slightly, and her heart was racing wildly!

  Marquis Hou's personal swordsman stood beside him and responded loudly with his hands clasped together: "Yes." He turned around and left in big strides.

  Wei Luo watched the swordsman's back as he left, thinking: So it was referring to Princess Yuanyuan? She has come looking for him? Now that she is here, why did Young Master call me over? Could it be... could it be...?

  She simply didn't dare think about it anymore.

  Wei Luo hung her head low, her movements stiff and awkward. All sorts of thoughts and unease were tightly clenched between her teeth.

  At this time, the Duke of Jingling stopped his striking action. He didn't turn around and said: "Wei Luo?"

  Wei Luo was taken aback and immediately replied: "Yes."

  "Come closer."

  "Okay."

  Wei Luo took two steps closer and saw that the Prince of Jingling was patting a spot on the grass beside him. She had no choice but to slowly kneel down and sit in the spot he had patted.

  Wei Luo knelt down, and the Prince of Jingling said faintly: "Come closer."

  "Agreed."

  Wei Luo took two steps forward and approached Jingling Gongzi.

  At this time, there was less than a foot of distance between the two people.

  Wei Luo once again caught a whiff of the masculine scent of dragon's saliva on his body, and she found that her heartbeat was once again out of control.

  Jingling Gongzi turned his head and looked quietly at Wei Luo.

  At this moment, Wei Luo was quietly kneeling down, her eyes cast downward, and from her expression, not a hint of unease or thought could be seen.

  He stared for a few moments, and then, for some reason, let out a low sigh.

  As soon as she heard this sigh, Wei Luo blinked, but she still didn't raise her head.

  Slowly, Prince Jingling stretched out his hand and slowly placed his right hand on Wei Luo's head.

  As soon as he made this move, Wei Luo was startled, the thirteenth princess's facial muscles twitched, and the other two young nobles widened their eyes - it turned out that the Jinling prince who had always ignored love affairs really had a different attitude towards this little one!

  Jingling Gongzi didn't care about other people's thoughts at all. He placed his hand on Weiluo's head and gently stroked it. Under his movements, Weiluo's heart tightened more and more, involuntarily thinking: He, he had the eldest princess summoned again, and treated me like this, is he going to deal with me?

  She almost shook with fear at the thought of it.

  But in this unease, she somehow felt a certain intimacy emanating from the Prince of Jingling, yes, intimacy. So her heartbeat quickened again. Also because of that, the tremble was just for a moment, and didn't develop into a mess.

  The Duke of Jingling placed his large palm on the top of Wei Luo's head and stroked it twice. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Why are you afraid of me coming to this point?"

  This sentence has a sense of desolation!

  These words are somewhat desolate!

  Wei Luo was startled and almost looked up at him.

  The thirteenth princess's face turned iron green instantly.

  Those two young nobles didn't have anything on them, but the words of the Duke of Jingling only confirmed their suspicions - he indeed had a tender affection for this child.

  Jingling Gongzi still didn't care about other people's thoughts. After saying this, he moved his hand down and stroked her small face.

  His slender fingers stroked Weiluo's cheek, the movement gentle. Weiluo's heart, which had been tightening up, was now racing with excitement.

  Unconsciously, she held her breath and listened carefully to every sound he made. A kind of expectation and hope that seeped out from the bones began to sprout, grow and finally shout!

  His slender, warm and rough fingers brushed against her delicate face. Then, with ears perked up, Wei Luo heard his low voice, "I am not a violent person, why must you fear me so?"

  This sentence still carries a sense of melancholy and a hint of desolation!

  Wei Luo's heart suddenly threw itself up to the sky, and a torrent of wild joy poured down on her like rain: His reluctance to part with me! He was telling me that he wouldn't easily harbor murderous intentions towards me! He has feelings for me now! He is reluctant to part with me, he is infatuated... could it be that these past few days, he has been thinking of me?

  In wild joy and fluttering about, a swordsman's clear voice came, "Report to the young master, Yue Ji has arrived!"