Ignoring Duan Ying's excitement, Huang Xiao felt somewhat uneasy. He was a little afraid of seeing You Lian'er. He did not know why, but he always felt that there was something strange about her attitude toward him, a feeling he could neither explain nor put into words-an intuition. That intuition told him he should keep a certain distance from her, and preferably never see her again.
"Your Highness, Young Master Huang, I hope I'm not interrupting?" You Lian'er walked up to the two of them and asked with a smile.
"Not at all, not at all," Duan Ying said hastily.
Huang Xiao was somewhat speechless. He had never expected Duan Ying to be so nervous around You Lian'er. He was a prince, after all. This was far too surprising.
"It must have been more than half a year since I last saw Your Highness! You seem as distinguished as ever," You Lian'er said with a smile.
"Yes, but your peerless grace surpasses even what it was before, miss," Duan Ying said. "There's no need to call me Your Highness, either. You may simply use my name."
"Then I shall call you Young Master Duan, just as I call him Young Master Huang." As she spoke, You Lian'er looked toward Huang Xiao.
"That would be excellent!" Duan Ying said hastily.
"Young Master Huang, have you brought the fist manual you promised me?" You Lian'er asked, her eyes fixed on Huang Xiao.
Duan Ying gave Huang Xiao a puzzled look. What fist manual? Moreover, You Lian'er's tone and expression when she spoke to Huang Xiao seemed to suggest that she regarded him with special favor. This astonished him. At least, he had never seen her look that way toward any other man before.
"I prepared it long ago. If you wish to