Sometimes Feng Han felt that he was the one who was not decisive or straightforward enough.
Because of that, he could not feel how much she valued him, nor could he feel her feelings for him.
He always felt that she was too mysterious and elusive, impossible to grasp. Perhaps if he let his guard down for even a moment, she would slip away.
Su Qiao refilled his tea and brought up another matter that even 444 had been unable to uncover: "Actually, I'm a little curious about your true identity."
"Are you a Prince? Or the son of a court official?"
His enemy was the Imperial Family, perhaps even the Emperor himself. Su Qiao had reason to suspect that he was either a Prince or the son of a court official whose entire family had been executed.
Feng Han raised an eyebrow. "I thought you truly weren't curious about me at all."
When one liked someone, when one had feelings for someone, one would inevitably take an interest in that person's affairs.
Just like him. He always wanted to know about her, what she could do, what she cared about, what she was thinking, and what she was doing.
Yet she had always been remarkably calm. Even when he hinted that he was not actually a eunuch, she had never asked him anything.
She had never asked why he pretended to be a eunuch, nor about his origins or identity.
What Feng Han did not know was that Su Qiao did not ask because she could more or less guess what had happened to him. It was not because she did not care.
Feng Han took a sip of tea, his thoughts returning to the past.
"My mother was the former Empress."
"Twenty-three years ago, my Empress Dowager died