Chapter 150: Xiao Mingyu must have been angered half to death by her

Nan Xueyin's hands and feet could not move, but when Xiao Mingyu withdrew his hand, she still struggled to turn her head, rubbing the cheek he had touched hard against the pillow, trying with all her might to wipe away his scent.

Xiao Mingyu took in this scene, the gentleness in his expression fading, his gaze appearing dark and heavy: "You hate me touching you?"

Nan Xueyin had rubbed too hard just now, leaving a large patch of red on her cheek.

She lay there on her back, looking at him with an expressionless face, and replied, "Yes, I hate it."

Xiao Mingyu knitted his brows and asked, "Why?"

"There is no why; hate is just hate."

"Don't you like me?"

"That is a matter from a long time ago," Nan Xueyin said, having said it many times and already feeling weary, and she frowned, "Furthermore, to the Prince, I am nothing more than an Assassin raised for many years; the Prince has never cared, and now there is even less need..."

"It is that I did not know in the past."

Xiao Mingyu suddenly interrupted her.

Nan Xueyin's face revealed confusion.

Xiao Mingyu lowered his eyes, gazing at her: "Yinyin, I liked you in the past, but I kept refusing to face my own heart. Now that you are not by my side, watching you stand beside another man with my own eyes, I have begun to regret it, and I have realized what a great mistake I made."

Nan Xueyin's brows, however, furrowed even tighter.

If it were the past, Xiao Mingyu saying these things to her would have made her very happy.

Because she had indeed liked Xiao Mingyu in the past, and had liked him for several years, even being willing to die for him.

However, the time when she most wanted Xiao Mingyu's heart had already passed.

"You don't believe me?"

Nan Xueyin's expression was cold: "It has no meaning."

"What? What do you mean by no meaning?" Xiao Mingyu did not understand at first.

"Your liking—I no longer want it."

"How is that possible?" Xiao Mingyu's eyes turned red, "You liked me for so many years, how could you say you don't like me anymore just like that?"

They say a prodigal who returns is worth more than gold; he is truly willing to settle down for Nan Xueyin now!

Moreover, the words he spoke were all sincere.

Even if he had had so many women in the past, his heart had been on Nan Xueyin from beginning to end, never having left!

Is this not enough?

Suddenly, Xiao Mingyu thought of something and asked, "Yinyin, are you bothered by Yan Zhirong?"

Nan Xueyin was stunned.

What does this have to do with Yan Zhirong?

Xiao Mingyu softened his tone and said patiently: "I married her only to gain the support of the Yan Family, to have them willingly back me to become the Crown Prince and eventually ascend the throne. I have no feelings for her; the person I like has always been you."

In his view, Nan Xueyin and Yan Zhirong were both women, and women most like to be jealous over the men they like.

Didn't Yan Zhirong call Yan San away precisely because she discovered Nan Xueyin's existence and became jealous?

By the same logic, Nan Xueyin also wanted to leave his side because of jealousy, using this method to make him angry.

"Besides, if you had found out earlier what hidden ailment Xiao Youlan has, why would I have been in such a rush to marry her?" Xiao Mingyu's tone shifted.

Nan Xueyin said coldly: "The Prince is blaming me now?"

Xiao Mingyu's tone was helpless, "I did not mean to blame you. I mean that I had no choice but to marry Yan Zhirong. Without her, without the Yan Family, it is very difficult for me to become the Crown Prince. Do you not want me to become the Crown Prince?"

Nan Xueyin's expression was incredibly cold.

Xiao Mingyu gazed at her for a good while, as if having made some sort of resolution, "Yinyin, actually I can do without Yan Zhirong..."

His brow sank slightly, "I can not marry her; even if we are betrothed, I can call off the marriage, though it would be troublesome. But for you, this is nothing..."

Looking at his expression, it seemed as if he had truly done some great thing for Nan Xueyin.

After a pause, Xiao Mingyu added: "Later, I will think of other ways to investigate what hidden ailment the Crown Prince has. You should still stay by my side; in the future, you will be a Lady of the Eastern Palace, a Side Consort to the Crown Prince. When I inherit the throne, I will certainly make you a Consort. You must know, many times, an Empress in the Central Palace is not necessarily as favored as a Concubine."

In the eyes of the noble Prince, this was already the most merciful and magnanimous concession; such a rare outpouring of true feelings, she ought to be moved to tears and accept it.

Nan Xueyin, however, revealed sarcasm: "There is no need, Prince. His Highness the Crown Prince has no hidden ailment. This matter is nothing but hearsay and rumors."

She would not reveal a single word about Xiao Youlan's Face Blindness.

This was the way to protect him.

Seeing her so unmoved, Xiao Mingyu could not help but be displeased, "We have known each other for so many years; could it be that in your heart, I am not even as good as Xiao Youlan, whom you have only known for a short while? What do you like about him? His nobility?"

"And his handsomeness," Nan Xueyin said coldly, "Has no one told you, Prince, that Xiao Youlan is far, far better looking than you."

Xiao Mingyu was so angry his chest felt stifled with pain, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"There is one more very important point."

Nan Xueyin's gaze was clear and cold, "The Prince always says that in the past, you did not dare to face your own heart, but that is not so. The Prince simply looked down on me for being an orphan and an Assassin; if you married me, it would have brought you no benefits and would have only invited ridicule."

With the truth exposed, Xiao Mingyu's face turned deathly pale.

"But Xiao Youlan is not like that. He never cared about my status. From the moment he told me he liked me, he said he only wanted me, and wanted me to be his Crown Princess. He said this to the Empress Dowager, to the Emperor, and to everyone. He is open, sincere, and surpasses you a thousand, ten thousand times. He is so perfect it defies heaven and man; not only me, but others also like him more. As for you? Selfish, despicable, unscrupulous in achieving your goals, greedy, lustful, and a philanderer who takes no responsibility. Even if you marry Yan Zhirong and have the help of the Yan Family, you will not become the Crown Prince, let alone the Emperor."

Every word and every sentence of Nan Xueyin's was like a sharp knife stabbing into Xiao Mingyu's heart.

He was in so much pain his breathing became labored, and a fire suddenly rose in his heart as he stared at her coldly, "Saying these things to this Prince, are you not afraid that I will kill you?!"

Look, his true colors are showing.

Nan Xueyin suddenly laughed: "Prince, the Yan Family's Hidden Guards are not by your side, and you have to return to Lianzhou; there are so many people who want to kill you, if you kill me, you yourself will die on the road."

It was because she had seen through this point that she could speak these words without restraint.

Because she knew she could not die.

On the contrary, she felt that Xiao Mingyu must be half-dead from her anger.

And in fact, Xiao Mingyu was indeed quite angered by her.

He could find no words to refute her, stood up with a "whoosh," walked two steps outward, and suddenly stopped.

Standing there, he seemed to adjust his breathing and emotions, then turned around, slowly walked back to the front of the bed, and looked down at Nan Xueyin from a high vantage point.

After a good while, he took something out from his sleeve and, deliberately in front of Nan Xueyin, stroked it carefully.

After Nan Xueyin saw it clearly, her eyes could not help but tremble.