Su Qiao glanced at the man walking quietly beside her, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
This man isn't completely without ulterior motives, after all.
He probably hasn't even realized it himself!
Actually, Su Qiao had guessed wrong.
Ye Lihan was resisting getting close to her precisely because he had realized something.
He knew what he wanted, and he knew he would soon be returning to Dongjin, so he didn't want to have anything to do with Huangming.
He had merely overestimated his own self-control.
After Su Qiao stood him up and went out to attend a poetry gathering with Young Master Shang instead, he spent a long time in the study, unable to calm down enough to read.
In the end, he had no choice but to take out paper, ink, and brushes, planning to practice his calligraphy and paint a little to distract himself.
Yet as he wrote, he somehow ended up writing the words "Prince Rui." And when he painted, the image gradually transformed into her dashing figure from the day she had saved him, her bow and arrow in hand.
As luck would have it, she had suddenly entered his study at that very moment.
Su Qiao stared for so long that Ye Lihan could not fail to notice. Unable to bear it any longer, he turned to look at her. "Is there something dirty on my face?"
"No." Su Qiao smiled lightly and shook her head, casually plucking a flower from the bushes beside her and playing with it in her hand.
Ye Lihan: "..." If there isn't, why does a woman keep staring at me?
Doesn't she know how to feel embarrassed?
Then he suddenly remembered that this was Huangming Kingdom. Perhaps the one who ought to feel embarrassed was himself?
"Prince