How to evade White Night's pursuit;
How to conceal my identity as the White-Haired Assassin;
How to live a strong yet comfortable life in this chaotic world;
Le Yu no longer had to consider any of these problems.
Le Yu stared blankly at Yin Yinyin for quite a while, until someone timidly called out to him, "Young Master, Young Master, should I call someone over to clean this up?"
Le Yu raised his head and found that "Jing Zhengwei" was speaking to him—in other words, the young woman disguised as Jing Zhengwei. Her clothes and chest binding had been slashed open by the Soul-Cleansing Demonic Sword earlier. She had put on a coat, but it could no longer conceal her figure at all.
Taking a careful look now, it was obvious that she was merely a pretty girl with rather heroic features. Her soft, frightened expression only highlighted her youthful charm, while the ripples of allure between her brows and eyes were enough to make anyone's heart flutter.
How blind did you have to be to mistake her for a man?
Was a mask really that miraculous!?
Le Yu was full of dark thoughts with nowhere to vent them, and he kept muttering to himself internally. Being stared at so directly by Le Yu, the girl began to tremble slightly. Suddenly, she dropped to her knees and prostrated herself, lowering her head as she said in a quavering voice, "Q-Qing Lan really didn't hear anything, Young Master. Young Master, please let me go..."
Hearing that the Eldest Young Master gave no response, Qing Lan's heart sank to the bottom.
She had actually expected this.
Jing Zhengwei's reputation was quite notorious in the red-dream business of Profound Candle Prefecture. Everyone knew that Jing Zhengwei was lavish with his money, scattering large