C41

It was clearly the beginning of spring, but there was still a bone-chilling cold in her body late at night. Even though the Persian carpet from the ocean was extremely warm, Chuixue still felt cold after kneeling for so long in her thin clothes.

For some reason, even if she did her best to restrain herself, she was still afraid. Ever since she was young, she had been listening to her sisters tell all kinds of stories.

She was a girl that was born and raised in a brothel.

As for those so-called sisters, they often said, "Don't look at the bright and beautiful faces of the rich and powerful young masters." As for those so-called sisters, they often said, "Don't look at the bright and beautiful faces of the rich and powerful young masters.

Thinking like this, Chuixue's back started to sweat faintly. As the chilly wind blew into her, Chuixue only felt the cold air enter into her flesh and blood, fearing the cold and despair … As time passed, all sorts of emotions interweaved and overlapped with each other, crushing her one after another. Her body was taut and her eyes were filled with tears. She humbly prostrated on the ground, shivering …

After an unknown amount of time, the tears on Chuixue's face hadn't dried yet, and new tears had already flowed down. In the morning, Nanny Lee smiled as she helped to describe her makeup, spending it again and again … Just when Chuixue was slightly numb …

A black figure flashed in. Perhaps because he had seen what was happening in the room, the person did not move and stood quietly by the door. If it were not for the sound of the door opening, there would not be many people in the world who would be able to sense that person's presence.

That person's action when he first entered startled Chuixue, causing her to lower her body even further, causing the youth in the Imperial Consort's chair to raise his eyes slightly. His first glance happened to be directed at Chuixue who was crawling in front of him.

"Please get up Miss. The ground is cold at night. If you are injured, that is my fault."

Chuixue suddenly heard that extremely pleasant voice and her body trembled slightly. She did not dare believe what the young man on the chair said, afraid that she had misheard, that one wrong step would result in a wrong step, that she was already in the abyss, just one last step away from total destruction. Thus, she lowered her head even further, tightly pursing her lips without uttering a single word.

"Miss …"

Upon seeing this, a trace of astonishment flashed across the youth's eyes. Then, he gently parted his lips and called out again.

Chuixue once again noticed that the young man's low and alluring voice had a magnetic quality to it. After confirming repeatedly, his heart was filled with heaven-defying violence. He slowly raised his head and answered in a low voice. His cautious appearance gave off a delicate and touching feeling.

Chuixue's beautiful eyes were filled with unease as she looked at the complicated patterns on the carpet. She saw a shadow slowly approaching her. It was the young man. His footsteps were very light, but his gait gave off a sense of elegance.

The youth half-squatted right in front of her. His warm breath was like a pair of gentle hands that lightly touched Chuixue's face. He seemed to intentionally soften his voice as he lightly smiled and said:

"Is Miss afraid of me?"

Chuixue looked directly at the young man's handsome face. Her heart was pounding like a little deer. She shook her head in panic. How could she be afraid of guests?

"Miss, your makeup is already in tears. If you don't get up soon, are you planning to meet someone tomorrow?"

The youngster stretched out his hand towards Chuixue. His hand was slender and white, looking extremely beautiful.

Chuixue timidly raised her head and carefully sized up the young man's expression. She thought for a while before putting her ice-cold little hand into the young man's palm.

Chuixue only felt that she had stepped into the radiance of a thousand zhang, the most beautiful cloud in the world. Her heart fluttered as she seemed to wake up from a dream.

Chuixue was helped up by the young man. He pulled her along and walked straight to the Imperial Consort's chair. With a slight push, he pressed her shoulders and arms down, allowing her to sit in a position that originally didn't belong to her.

Chuixue was startled and reflexively wanted to stand up, but the young man lowered his head slightly and looked at her. With a faint smile and an angry yet not angry expression, he made her lose her strength and could only mutter:

"Young master, you can't …"

The youth didn't respond. He only took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to her, leaving behind a sentence:

"It's late at night. Miss should rest well."

After which, he turned and left, his back was indifferent.