"Enough, it was my fault. I shouldn't have teased you."
Afraid he had truly annoyed her, Ye Jinghua quickly pulled her onto the kang to sit down, then tugged the fox-fur blanket beside him over her feet.
"Whew, I haven't felt this relaxed in such a long time. I feel like even my mind has become much clearer."
"Was your mind unclear before?"
Su Qiao was still somewhat curious about the rumors outside claiming he was "brutal and inhumane, bloodthirsty and cold-blooded."
"I injured my head on the battlefield before, and after returning to the capital, I was poisoned. That made my temper increasingly violent, and sometimes I couldn't control myself."
"However, I've always had a more violent temper than other people since I was little. There's also always been a bloodthirsty impulse in the depths of my heart that I couldn't suppress, which was why I ran to the battlefield when I was twelve or thirteen. In truth, I wanted to vent it, and also to keep myself from hurting the people around me."
Although it had been the Former Emperor who sent him away at the time, it had actually suited him perfectly.
"Are you afraid?"
Su Qiao shook her head. "No."
After traveling through so many planes, Su Qiao had actually formed some guesses about his true identity.
His true identity was probably not anything good. At the very least, he was no kindhearted person.
However, that did not affect her.
In her world, there had never been any distinction between good and evil, only between friend and foe.
"Really not afraid?" A captivating smile rippled through Ye Jinghua's eyes.
He was actually very charming like this—at least, he attracted Su Qiao far more than those aristocratic young masters who deliberately affected an air of elegance.
"You