Chapter 433

"But there is still one more person... Zhao! Min!"

Nangong Pushe did not deny it, slowly spitting out the two words.

Although the wine had been prepared by her own hand, Zhao Min had also been able to come into contact with it, and furthermore, she herself had personally gone to invite Li Li Zhangsheng at the time.

In this way, in her room, only one person remained... Zhao Min!

Although she did not know why Zhao Min would want to do this, nor did she know Zhao Min's motive for doing so, it seemed that apart from Zhao Min... it was difficult for anyone else to be under such suspicion.

"Zhao Min?!"

Li Li Zhangsheng was stunned once again; he had not expected that he would hear these two words from Nangong's mouth.

A moment later, he spoke with a carefree air, a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, "In that case, I must thank her. She is the matchmaker between you and me!"

"Thank her?!"

"Matchmaker?!"

Nangong Pushe's expression froze. They had agreed to change the subject, so why had it shifted back again?!

"Hmph!"

Nangong Pushe let out a cold snort, her face showing disdain: Thank her?! I still have to settle the score with her!

"Ying-ning!"

She had just wanted to rise, but a wave of pain surged through her body, and she could not help but let out a soft "ying" sound.

"You worked hard last night!"

"For now, let me take care of you."

Li Li Zhangsheng looked at the jade-white Nangong Pushe and said with a light laugh.

"You..."

Nangong Pushe's face was instantly dyed with a rosy glow, looking incomparably charming.

The next day.

Nangong Pushe was a woman of her word; since she said she wanted to settle the score with Zhao Min, she naturally had to settle the score with Zhao Min.

She went to Zhao Min's room first, only to find that Zhao Min was not there; she then came to the Scripture Depository.

Sure enough, a heroic and graceful figure with a slender, curvaceous build slowly emerged.

"Zhao! Min!"

"Look at the good deed you've done!"

Nangong Pushe, with a calm expression and as still as an ancient well, walked to Zhao Min's side, a chill flowing around her, shaking the long sky.

"Nangong?!"

"You... what do you mean by this?!"

"The good deed I've done?! What good deed have I done?!"

Seeing Nangong Pushe, Zhao Min's heart could not help but tremble, but she was worthy of being a Mongol Yuan princess; she quickly regained her composure and asked with a look of bewilderment.

Although Zhao Min did not admit it, that momentary unnaturalness had still been discovered by Nangong Pushe.

Although Nangong Pushe was eighty percent certain it was Zhao Min, there was still a twenty percent possibility that she could not rule out that someone else had entered her room after Zhao Min left.

But now, Nangong Pushe could be certain: all of this... was Zhao Min's doing!

Nangong Pushe gave Zhao Min a cold look. Since Zhao Min would not admit it, she did not press her further; she sat down very calmly, picked up a book at random, and began to read.

Seeing this, Zhao Min breathed a slight sigh of relief, her heart filled with anger, unwillingness, and helplessness.

Clearly, she had wanted to use Nangong Pushe as a wingman to provide her with support; who would have thought that in the end, the one acting as the wingman providing support would turn out to be herself?!

It truly was all for nothing!

Not only that, but now she had to endure Nangong's anger.

Thinking of these things, Zhao Min could not help but want to cry: I... am having too hard a time!

Not long after, Zhao Min suddenly felt her hair stand on end, as if needles were pricking her back, as if a gaze were staring right at her.

Moreover, the direction of that gaze was precisely the spot where Nangong Pushe was reading.

Zhao Min had originally wanted to endure it, but after another moment passed, she finally could not hold back, turned around, and looked.

She saw that Nangong Pushe was indeed looking at her faintly, saying nothing, her expression indifferent, giving her an indescribable sense of fear and unease.

Zhao Min had just wanted to question Nangong Pushe as to why she kept staring at her, but the moment she thought that such a question would make her appear guilty, she had no choice but to pretend to ignore it, stayed for a while in a pretense of composure, and finally, unable to stay any longer, hurried out of the Scripture Depository.

In this manner, for several days in a row, Zhao Min finally broke down, unable to endure it any longer, and sought out Nangong Pushe. ===== CHAPTER 435 =====