Chapter 29: A Beauty Worth Eating!

"Don't overthink it; I saved you, and it has nothing to do with you."

She saved her only because she thought of her own brother Yun Feng, whose fate was uncertain, and thus felt compassion.

Having said that, Ye Qingran no longer paid any attention to him. She didn't even ask his name.

Just as he himself said, he can't die!

Watching Ye Qingran's departing back, Qin Feng's eyes gradually gathered a look of resolve.

Ye Qingran hadn't gone far when a black figure blocked their path.

Ye Qingran looked up and saw the newcomer tall and sturdy, with a resolute face—it was Fu San.

"Miss Ye, my master invites you to a tea house for a chat."

Ye Qingran felt a sudden thump in her heart.

The National Master is inviting her for tea?

What trick is this again?

Ye Qingran's mind was a mess, but she feigned composure on her face: "I wonder why the National Master suddenly wants to invite me for tea?"

Fu San smiled: "The National Master said that regarding the incident last time, we were at fault first, and would like to invite Miss Ye for a cup of tea to express our apology."

The incident last time?

Ye Qingran was stunned for a moment, then realized that the so‑called 'incident last time' must refer to when they were eavesdropping at the Ye Residence and were caught by her in her true form.

"No need, I think..." Ye Qingran's inner feeling was to refuse.

Now, seeing the National Master made her nervous, fearing that a single slip might reveal her tracks.

"I have to take a child today; perhaps next time?"

Take a child?

Fu San looked at Mo Xiaohu with surprise.

He thought the child was very cute, probably about the same age as their young master.

Rumor has it that Ye Qingran got pregnant before marriage; could this child be her son?

Fu San refocused: "My master said that if Miss Ye refuses, next time he will personally come to the door to atone."

What?

Come to the door to apologize?

There's no need for that!

"Alright, then." Ye Qingran compromised.

If the National Master really came to her door, she would become the target of everyone's arrows!

Ye Qingran sent Han Xing Leng Yue to take Mo Xiaohu back first, and went alone with Fu San to meet Fu Hanxiu.

In the private room, Fu Hanxiu stood against the light by the window, hands behind his back; even his silhouette alone exuded unparalleled elegance.

Ye Qingran's eyes were momentarily dazzled.

"Ye Qingran has met the National Master."

Fu Hanxiu turned at the sound, his handsome and elegant face bearing a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

A beauty fit for a feast!

Damn it, the phrase sprang again in Ye Qingran's mind.

Then, she couldn't help but recall that day's scene.

How shameful, her face flushed.

"Miss Ye, why are you blushing?"

His voice was low and magnetic, seemingly enchanted, making listeners inevitably sink into it.

"National Master, your celestial bearing, this humble lady feels unworthy!" It means you, a man, look more beautiful than a woman. I, a great beauty, am already embarrassed.

"Miss Ye, please sit."

Ye Qingran truly couldn't guess what the National Master intended, so she gave a slight nod and sat down nearby.

The National Master began brewing tea, his Cloud-Flow Shooting movements full of celestial aura, truly pleasing to the eye.

Fu Hanxiu suddenly looked up, meeting Ye Qingran's scrutinizing gaze.

Their eyes met; Ye Qingran glanced into his pupils, only to find them as dark as night, as deep as the Abyss, and as if separated by distant mountains and clouds, impossible to discern any detail.

Ye Qingran's heart thumped.

This is no immortal; it's clearly a demon wearing an immortal's skin!

Fu Hanxiu's crimson‑tinged lips curled: "Miss Ye, these eyes of yours are truly watery and bright."

Ye Qingran: "?"

She thought of something, and a thump sounded in Ye Qingran's heart.

This guy, could he have discovered something?

Although she took a disguise pill that day, the eyes wouldn't change.

Careless!

Even though her mind swirled a hundred times, Ye Qingran kept a composed face and gave a faint smile: "The National Master overpraises. In Xiliang City, talented people and spirited lands abound; there are many girls with big watery eyes..."

"This National Master believes Miss Ye's eyes are the most special, resembling the bright pearls of the Eastern Sea."

Ye Qingran let out an awkward chuckle.

Damn, this guy, could he be a pervert?!

Comparing her eyes to pearls—does he intend to dig them out and keep them?!

Ye Qingran felt a chill.

Cherish life, stay away from the National Master!

I actually feel that National Master's hand has an extremely beautiful bone structure.

National Master raised his hand, beautiful as an artwork, and said leisurely, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Ye Qingran: "......"

What a sin!

National Master is a yandere!

National Master, I wouldn't dare. Please don't joke like that…

It's just a rotten sack of flesh. Anyway, it's already dirty.

Dirty?

She couldn't be thinking of that, could she?

Ye Qingran stared, only to see a certain National Master's surroundings surge with waves of killing intent, his eyes dark as ink, like a vortex that could swallow everything…

Ye Qingran was dumbfounded.

Could it be that because I ruthlessly crushed flowers that day, I stole this National Master's purity, causing the originally immortal-like National Master to completely turn dark?

Seeing the gloomy yandere appearance of the National Master before her, Ye Qingran could only grow more determined to keep her female thief disguise tight!

Drinking that cup of tea was thrilling and heart-pounding.

After leaving the private room, Ye Qingran discovered her back was soaked.

Being guilty as a thief, it's truly not a lie!

Ye Qingran feigned composure as she left the wine house and headed for the Ye residence.

Only after returning to Ting Yu Xuan did she finally let out a long breath.

"Miss, you're back? Why does your complexion look so bad?"

Han Xing Leng Yue came forward to greet her.

After wits and courage battle with a lunatic for half a day, the key is she herself was especially guilty, so her complexion could hardly be good.

"Don't pay attention to that Five-colored Emperor Flower at the National Master's residence anymore; find a new target."

Joking aside, compared to preserving one's life, the Five-colored Emperor Flower is nothing!

Although Han Xing Leng Yue had doubts, she ultimately did not pursue the matter further.

Miss, she must have her reasons for doing this.