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In the deep of night, the entire inn was enveloped in darkness. Outside, the snow had stopped falling at some point, leaving a vast white expanse that reflected the cold moonlight, creating a hazy and poetic atmosphere. From a distance, the faint sound of a town clock could occasionally be heard.
When Mei Shuang stood in the large backyard, carefully examining the spot where she had just boiled water, she thought she must have gone to the wrong place. The ground was clean and clear, with only a thin layer of snow; there was no sign of firewood or any makeshift stove.
She looked around, glancing back at the original boiling spot. She remembered how chaotic it had been earlier, with firewood scattered everywhere. Now, however, there was not a trace left—how strange.
If it weren't for the woodshed still standing, she would truly believe she had taken a wrong turn.
She approached the window. Inside was dark, and after a moment's thought, she whispered, "Yun Kong, um, is your senior brother alright?"
Silence ensued.
Could he have fallen asleep?
After a while, Mei Shuang left in disappointment but not before glancing back; it seemed that the other person had already departed.
Thinking about it made her associate it with Nangong Nuo; perhaps he felt she was meddling and had driven him away.
Feeling dejected as she returned to the stairs, just as she reached the top step, she saw Nangong Nuo's door open.
The candlelight from inside spilled out, and from Mei Shuang's angle, she could just see someone stepping out.
However, when she saw the figure dressed entirely in black emerge swiftly from the room, Mei Shuang paused slightly in surprise.
The person came out of the room, quickly shutting the door behind them while glancing around.
Mei Shuang leaned slightly to hide behind the stairs. After hearing soft footsteps pass by, everything instantly returned to calm.
Then, the candlelight in Nangong Nuo's room went out.
Mei Shuang was stunned; that figure was surprisingly familiar.
After waiting for a long time, she finally felt the chill of late winter in the cold wind.
Gently approaching the door, Mei Shuang reached out to push it open, then turned around to close it.
Leaning against the door, a flurry of past scenes flashed through her mind:
The woman pretending to be mad in front of Nangong Nuo Mansion,
The ambush on the road guarding the border,
He knew she had let Kuranami Miyako go but did not pursue her,
And with Ishihara's appearance tonight,
...
Various images intertwined and overlapped in her mind, as if no matter where she went, that person would "just happen" to appear there. Was it really that coincidental? And she had shared so much with Kuranami Miyako...
In an instant, Mei Shuang suddenly felt a sense of weakness mixed with fear; her legs felt powerless. She wanted to lie down on the bed for a while but found she couldn't even lift them.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes shone brightly.
The faint moonlight streamed through the long window, illuminating the doorway where Mei Shuang's slender figure could be seen, her gaze slightly lowered.
The moonlight cast a soft glow on her delicate, fair face, as if it were coated with a light halo. She appeared like a marble sculpture, gentle yet profound, her expression elusive.
Mei Shuang sighed deeply, snapping out of her reverie. She turned her gaze toward the window, where the moonlight felt cold.
"Where have you been?"
A low voice echoed in the silent room, striking like thunder and causing Mei Shuang's hair to stand on end as she looked toward the source of the voice. Only after her eyes adjusted to the darkness did she notice a vague figure standing by the bed.
How long had he been there?
A heaviness settled in Mei Shuang's heart, but she let out a sigh of relief on the surface. Calming her racing heart, she casually replied, "Nothing much. I couldn't sleep, so I got up to see if you were awake..."
"Oh?" Upon hearing Mei Shuang's words, Nangong Nuo's tone softened as he gently asked, "When did you come back?"
"I thought I heard someone talking in your room, so I didn't want to disturb you. I went to the backyard instead to check on that monk. It seems they have already left..."
As Mei Shuang spoke, she moved to light a candle.
The room brightened, revealing Nangong Nuo standing by the bed with his hands clasped behind him.
Perhaps still affected by his earlier outburst, he maintained a calm demeanor despite having come over.
Mei Shuang glanced at Nangong Nuo and realized that beneath the playful demeanor, there was a profound depth. That youthful face, paired with such deep-set eyes, indeed shared a similar lineage with the emperor Xiao Luo, who radiated an aura of a thousand years of cold ice—proud and distant yet not entirely unapproachable.
In an instant, Mei Shuang's gaze flickered, and an inexplicable feeling surged within her.
Was this the same Nangong Nuo she had known before?
As if to mask her emotions, Mei Shuang casually picked up two teacups from the table, filled them with water, and placed one in front of Nangong Nuo. With a slight smile, her black-and-white eyes sparkled as she asked, "Are you still mad at me?"
Nangong Nuo remained still, his gaze fixed on Mei Shuang until he confirmed that her eyes were sincere and apologetic. Only then did his expression soften. His slightly pursed lips formed a gentle curve as he extended his hand from behind to take the cup from Mei Shuang while also grasping her delicate hand.
Mei Shuang shivered slightly, panic rising in her heart, but she maintained a smile and subtly attempted to withdraw her hand.
However, Nangong Nuo's grip was firm, forcing Mei Shuang to look at the shaking cup in her hand. "Look, the water is spilling..."
Nangong Nuo's eyes burned with intensity as he pulled the cup from her grasp and tossed it aside. Then he drew Mei Shuang closer to him. In her astonished gasp, he had already embraced her.
Mei Shuang dared not move, fearing that any action might lead Nangong Nuo to misunderstand and provoke an unpredictable reaction.
The warmth of Nangong Nuo's breath brushed against her forehead, accompanied by his alluring voice. "What? Do you realize your mistake now?"
Leaning against Nangong Nuo's broad chest, separated only by his slightly stiff brocade robe, Mei Shuang could feel the strong physique beneath it.
A faint yet pleasant fragrance wafted into her nose. Lowering her gaze, she murmured, "Uh..."
Having grown accustomed to Mei Shuang's calmness and occasional fierceness, Nangong Nuo found her rare submission stirred a wave of tenderness within him. In the midnight hour, their close proximity heightened this tenderness, causing it to ferment rapidly.
When a hard object pressed against her lower abdomen, Mei Shuang, no matter how naive, could guess that this man was experiencing a primal instinctive reaction.
She dared not look up, afraid that if she did, she would meet Nangong Nuo's burning gaze. She also dared not move, fearing that even the slightest motion would ignite the fire within...
Thus, she remained stiffly nestled against Nangong Nuo's chest, while he simply held her close.
The heat on her abdomen became increasingly apparent; even though there was fabric between them, the warmth felt scorching. The hardness pressed against her made Mei Shuang feel as if it might burst through her clothing at any moment.
Mei Shuang was overwhelmed with heat, sweat threatening to break out, especially in her lower abdomen, which felt like it was on fire. The flames spread rapidly to her limbs, leaving her throat dry and her entire body uncomfortable.
Yet Nangong Nuo remained still.
What incredible self-restraint!
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Nangong Nuo's mischievous gaze and suddenly realized he was waiting for her to take the initiative to speak.
Calm down! Take a deep breath!
Mei Shuang closed her eyes, then opened them again. She raised her gaze and smiled slightly. "Zhao Prince, it's a beautiful night; would you accompany me to enjoy the evening scenery?"
Nangong Nuo saw that Mei Shuang was playing dumb and doing it quite convincingly, even pretending not to understand the obvious signals he had given her.
"Miss Mei Shuang, when you were undressing for me earlier, I didn't see you being so oblivious to romance," Nangong Nuo said with a hint of impatience in his tone, clearly displeased with Mei Shuang's coyness at that moment.
I have an arrow nocked and ready, yet you expect me to hold back—what sense does that make?
"Are you undressing for me?"
"SHIT!"
"Alright, calm down, calm down!"
Mei Shuang smiled unchanged, her body slightly leaning back to avoid the intense heat, and with a playful smile, she asked, "Do you think I am Mei Shuang?"
Nangong Nuo was taken aback, his gaze fixed on Mei Shuang, the flickering candlelight reflecting the changing colors in his eyes.
He raised an eyebrow, "What? Aren't you Mei Shuang?"
"Well," Mei Shuang seized the opportunity to break free from his embrace, moving to the table and sitting down with her hands propping up her chin. "Since you know I am Mei Shuang, the legitimate daughter of Mei Manor, I am destined to become the Empress of the Great Qin Empire. Are you saying that when I undressed for you, it meant you were putting a colorful hat on the future Empress of the Great Qin Empire?"
Sure enough, Nangong Nuo's pupils suddenly constricted, and his gaze narrowed slightly as he stared at Mei Shuang. The expression on his face darkened in an instant, even becoming somewhat sinister.
This man, when angry, was indeed somewhat frightening.
Nangong Nuo nodded slightly, fixing his gaze on Mei Shuang. Suddenly he smiled, his tone low and somewhat menacing. "You really are not Mei Shuang!"
Mei Shuang's heart sank, but she forced herself to remain calm on the surface. "If I'm not Mei Shuang, then who do you say I am?"
Nangong Nuo stepped forward and suddenly reached out to grip Mei Shuang's chin.
His hand was quick and forceful; the fingers holding her chin felt like iron rods, causing her to tilt her head back painfully.
Mei Shuang had no choice but to rise with the force of the moment, her face colliding with Nangong Nuo's.
As the candlelight flickered, a sudden "crack" startled Mei Shuang, but what made her heart race even more were the two clusters of blazing flames in Nangong Nuo's pitch-black eyes, along with his chilling voice. "Regardless of whether you are Mei Shuang or not, I can tell you this: ever since the day I laid eyes on you, you are destined to never become Empress..."
"......"
Crash!
Like a massive stone thrown into a lake, a tremendous wave surged within Mei Shuang's heart, accompanied by an inexplicable fear that spread through her.
What did he mean? Destined to never become Empress?!
Staring at Nangong Nuo's cold expression, Mei Shuang suddenly felt that she could not see through this man at all—truly incomprehensible! Coupled with the familiar figure she had seen leaving his room tonight, Mei Shuang was instantly thrown into chaos. At that moment, she didn’t even notice the pain in her jaw.
Clearly, the shock on Mei Shuang's face did not escape Nangong Nuo's notice. His thin lips parted slightly as he let out a cold laugh. "I know that Miss Mei Shuang is no longer the same as before. Therefore, I am willing to wait—for the day you willingly come to me. After all, don’t we have a three-year agreement? I will wait for you for three years..."
Mei Shuang’s spirit returned in an instant as she stammered, "You, you, I, I... let go of me, ah—"
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