No One Can Hear My Thoughts, Right?

As Ning Sang-sang's inner voice fell silent, Ning Hui's face immediately darkened. So it was that bastard Yang Wenguang who had reduced his Brother A-Xuan to such a wretched state. He would never let that damned Yang Wenguang get away with it.

And he would not spare Heizi, either. Brother A-Xuan had treated him so well, yet he had betrayed Brother A-Xuan and helped that bastard Yang Wenguang harm him.

Rage had consumed Ning Hui's heart, and his eyes blazed with fury. Just as he was about to erupt, someone patted his shoulder.

He turned to Ning Chengxiao, who had patted his shoulder. Ning Chengxiao signaled with his eyes for him to calm down. Ning Hui drew a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists beneath his sleeves as he struggled to suppress his anger.

After hearing Ning Sang-sang's thoughts, Yan Xuanjing narrowed his eyes slightly as towering rage surged through his heart, savage emotions churning within him. So it was Heizi, the man he had trusted, who had betrayed him and colluded with that dog Yang Wenguang to leave him in his current state.

Why does Yan Xuanjing keep staring at me? I haven't offended him, have I?

Yan Xuanjing snapped out of his furious thoughts and shifted his gaze away from Ning Sang-sang, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. Just who was this girl? How could she know so much? And why could he hear her thoughts?!

Noticing how strangely silent the atmosphere had become, with no one saying a word, Ning Sang-sang raised her brows and broke the silence. "Come on, let's go have a look around."

Standing here like blocks of wood without moving-are they trying to attract mosquitoes?

At Ning Sang-sang's words, Ning Chengxiao emerged from his shock, and Ning Hui, who had been seething with anger and thinking about avenging Yan Xuanjing, came back to his senses. They walked ahead with Ning Sang-sang. Everyone in the group except her had their own thoughts weighing on them, and none had the leisure or inclination to admire the surrounding scenery.

Ning Sang-sang gazed at the scenery and breathed in the fresh air, feeling utterly at ease. Suddenly remembering something, she asked Little Melon in her sea of consciousness, Little Melon, no one can hear my thoughts, right?

Everyone's strange behavior at the Flower-Viewing Banquet had somehow given her the feeling that they could hear her thoughts.

Right, Little Melon said with absolute certainty. Rest easy, dear host. Your thoughts haven't been leaked.

Ning Sang-sang felt reassured. Since Little Melon had said so confidently that her thoughts had not been leaked, they probably had not. Perhaps these people were acting strangely because some wires had gotten crossed in their heads. With that thought, she stopped dwelling on the matter and continued admiring the scenery. Sensing someone watching her, she followed the gaze and met Yan Xuanjing's dark, fathomless eyes. She muttered inwardly:

Yan Xuanjing's looks have already been restored by this point. I really want to see what this male fox spirit who caught Imperial Uncle Yang's eye looks like.

In the book, the author had described Yan Xuanjing's face as breathtakingly handsome, lavishing every flattering word imaginable on it. Many characters had been so bewitched by his face that they could barely think straight. Ning Sang-sang was deeply curious about it.

At those words, Yan Xuanjing's gaze grew a shade deeper and darker.

Hearing Ning Sang-sang say unflattering things about Yan Xuanjing in her mind, Ning Chengxiao cleared his throat softly and said to her, "Sang-sang, let's go take a look up ahead."

From observing Yan Xuanjing's expressions just now, he had realized that Yan Xuanjing could also hear his younger sister's thoughts. He did not want his sister interacting with Yan Xuanjing. The man struck him as very dangerous.

At those words, Ning Sang-sang looked away from Yan Xuanjing and followed Ning Chengxiao ahead. As she walked, she muttered inwardly:

This swallow packs quite a lethal punch. I'd better keep my distance from now on.