Qian Renjue sized up the young woman before him with a somewhat strange expression.
Ye Lingling still had blue hair and blue eyes, with delicate brows and refined features.
What puzzled Qian Renjue was that Ye Lingling's outfit was extremely inconsistent with her usual temperament.
The white dress hugged her waist tightly.
The fabric itself was neat and proper, but the front of the bodice was markedly different.
There seemed to be a layer of thin white gauze there, fan-shaped.
The fair skin beneath was faintly visible, and at this moment appeared slightly flushed.
Given Ye Lingling's age,
there were only shallow curves for now—barely enough to be called a cleavage.
And even that was only faintly revealed.
The roots of Ye Lingling's ears were red as she continuously raised a hand to cover that gauze-covered area.
Below her slender, easily grasped waist,
was a short, pure-white skirt composed of many fine, vertical pleats.
It reached her knees.
Her evenly proportioned calves were wrapped in white stockings, stepping into a pair of petite long boots.
Overall,
she looked fresh, elegant, and slenderly graceful.
Facing the surprise in Qian Renjue's eyes, Ye Lingling felt utterly mortified.
Covering her chest and pressing her legs together,
she felt a sense of shame.
In fact, she had already regretted it the moment she stepped out the door.
After getting off the carriage, the front of her dress felt cold and drafty.
At this very moment, Ye Lingling regretted it even more.
If she had known earlier,
she should have found a more reliable strategist.
Even Yan Zi would've been better than her mom!
At least she wouldn't have ended up wearing the kind of "nice clothes" she wanted to wear but never dared to.
Making her look like she had come here to seduce someone.
In just an instant, Qian Renjue withdrew his curious gaze.
"Miss Ye, please come in."
"Mm, thank you."
Ye Lingling lightly bit her pink lip, her pretty face beneath the veil flushed red.
A layer of shyness appeared in her dim eyes.
Seeing Qian Renjue step aside, she immediately took the opening and walked inside somewhat nervously.
Once the door was closed,
Ye Lingling felt even more uncomfortable.
Qian Renjue scratched his head and turned around to look at Ye Lingling, who stood stiffly in place.
His heart instantly felt less tense.
"Miss Ye, would you prefer to sit over here, or on the sofa?"
Qian Renjue asked softly.
"Here."
Ye Lingling forced herself to stay calm.
She quickly sat down beside the nearby dining table.
"Alright."
Qian Renjue sat down diagonally across from her, making sure his hand could reach her side of the table.
Picking up the teapot he had already inspected earlier,
he poured himself a cup of hot tea and asked Ye Lingling at the same time:
"Miss Ye, are you very hot?"
"Yes."
Ye Lingling tugged at her skirt and nodded slightly.
Half deceiving herself, half trying to cover it up, she explained:
"I—I'm hot. That's why I'm dressed like this."
"..."
Qian Renjue froze for a moment.
He quickly understood that Ye Lingling was referring to her outfit.
No matter how inexperienced Qian Renjue was,
he still understood one thing—
at moments like this, complimenting someone was never wrong.
Qian Renjue lifted his gaze toward Ye Lingling. Even with the veil, her beauty was hard to conceal.
He nodded slightly and praised her softly:
"Mm. Very beautiful."
Hm?
Ye Lingling looked up at Qian Renjue.
She felt rather doubtful inside.
Could it be true, just as her mother said, that Qian Renjue liked women dressed like this?
No, that's not right!
Ye Lingling quickly reacted.
She had been wearing a veil the entire time—Qian Renjue probably hadn't even seen her face.
How could he determine whether she was beautiful?
What Qian Renjue said
was most likely just following her words so she wouldn't feel embarrassed.
"Thank you."
Ye Lingling thanked him softly. Her earlier sense of shame truly eased a great deal.
Her blue eyes no longer remained constantly lowered.
Only then did Qian Renjue notice that those sky-blue eyes were no longer as hollow as they had been years ago.
Perhaps this was a change brought about after the restriction of her martial soul was lifted.
Qian Renjue slightly cooled the freshly poured tea,
turning its heat into chill before gently pushing it toward Ye Lingling.
He spoke warmly and gently:
"Miss Ye, have a cup of tea first and adjust yourself a bit. I don't mean you any harm."
"I know."
Ye Lingling nodded.
She removed the right hand covering her chest and held the cool teacup.
Stimulated by the cold sensation,
her somewhat muddled mind gradually regained clarity.
Qian Renjue didn't say anything more, quietly waiting for Ye Lingling to calm down.
Just like he had done over the past two years.
Ye Lingling took small sips from the rim of the cup, drinking the cold liquid.
Her body and mind were no longer as heated as before.
She slightly raised her delicate face
and quietly observed the young man sitting not far ahead—still as gentle and mild as ever.
His purple brocade robe was embroidered with gold needles and silver threads.
Golden hair draped over his shoulders, his features well-defined and upright, his temperament handsome and warm, occasionally revealing traces of authority.
He seemed to be thinking about what to say.
His thin lips were not sharp, instead carrying a gentle curve, subtly moving.
Noticing Qian Renjue's gaze sweep over,
Ye Lingling's long lashes drooped as she lowered her eyes and sipped her tea.
She was thinking as well—
about a question that had troubled her for a long time.
The two remained silent like this, until their breathing steadied and their minds cleared.
"Miss Ye, we—"
Seeing the flush at the corners of Ye Lingling's eyes fade,
Qian Renjue had just opened his mouth,
when Ye Lingling suddenly cut in. She was simply too curious.
"Holy Son, why didn't you reply to my letters?"
"..."
Interrupted mid-sentence, Qian Renjue felt momentarily at a loss.
Everything he had prepared vanished from his mind.
He looked up at Ye Lingling's eyes, faintly carrying resentment,
and felt an inexplicable pressure.
"Did I say something wrong? Or… was there something else?"
Ye Lingling stared at Qian Renjue quietly.
Her hands that had been covering her chest were now completely lowered, gripping the edge of the table nervously.
She was worried—
that she might hear an answer she didn't want to hear.
"You didn't say anything wrong."
Qian Renjue answered immediately.
Then, somewhat awkwardly, he explained honestly:
"I just felt that Miss Ye was still too young back then… that your mind wasn't fully developed yet."
"What—what did you say?!"
Ye Lingling's blue eyes widened slightly.
Shock was evident in her voice.
She had originally thought Qian Renjue just didn't know how to write letters.
Now she realized—
he simply didn't know how to speak!
"No! What I meant was your mentality—your mentality wasn't fully developed!"
Qian Renjue realized it late and hurriedly corrected himself.
He didn't forget to include himself.
"And me too—I was the same back then!"
"..."
Ye Lingling immediately fell silent, lips pressed together, yet she also felt like laughing.
What was this?
He insulted her and then insulted himself—did that make things even?
It somehow made it impossible to feel angry.
Ye Lingling pressed her lips together.
Not making a scene, but still feeling conflicted, her voice clear and bright, she said quietly:
"So it was because your mind wasn't complete, that you didn't know how to reply?"
"Me?!"
Qian Renjue looked up at Ye Lingling.
Surprised that she would speak to him this way,
he recalled her earlier letters—full of crossed-out revisions—
and felt somewhat relieved.
It seemed that deep down, Ye Lingling wasn't as gloomy as she appeared on the surface.
Qian Renjue nodded gently.
"More or less."
"..."
The corners of Ye Lingling's lips couldn't help but lift slightly.
The hesitation she had felt earlier dissipated, and the resentment in her heart diminished greatly.
Instead, a bit of goodwill quietly emerged.
The lofty Holy Son—the partner her grandfather had chosen for her—
didn't seem nearly as difficult to approach as she had imagined.
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