Compared with Momo's destruction of evidence, things on Xie Jinhuan's side were much more straightforward.
The moment Zhao Ling landed on the roof, she saw sheets, quilt covers, and even Momo's undergarments hanging beneath the eaves in the inner courtyard. It looked as though Xie Jinhuan had just washed and hung them out.
Xie Jinhuan himself sat on the Arhat Couch in the central hall, a booklet in his hand. He wore a white cloud brocade robe, his long hair tied with a ribbon. His eyes were like cold springs, his profile gentle and refined. Paired with the air of an aloof, ascetic heartthrob standing apart from the world, it made even her heart flutter, despite her privileged royal upbringing.
So handsome...
Had she not known Xie Jinhuan's personality and witnessed his outrageous, shameless antics, Zhao Ling reckoned this appearance could have fooled her into taking him for a cold young hero who shunned women.
Coal Ball had eaten and drunk its fill and was now crouching beside Xie Jinhuan's hand, craning its head to read along. When it saw Zhao Ling land outside the door, it bobbed its head in greeting.
"Gooji~"
Seeing her, Xie Jinhuan put down the booklet, stood, and cupped his hands.
"You're awake, Your Highness? Did you sleep well last night?"
Zhao Ling made no mention of Qingmo. She walked to within arm's reach of Xie Jinhuan, briefly inspected the icy young hero before her, then raised a finger and gave his chest a light push.
Thump~
Xie Jinhuan promptly sat back down on the Arhat Couch. He looked up at the landlady, who radiated a queenly air, with some bewilderment.
"Your Highness, are you going to beat me up, or...?"
Zhao Ling folded her hands at her waist, her bearing dignified and noble, but