In the back garden, Qi Yue had just assumed her stance when Zhao Xiyan arrived.
"Yueyue."
Qi Yue steadied her mind.
When she left home this morning, she had already made up her mind.
From now on, she would face Zhao Xiyan as just a friend.
After all, he would probably leave before long.
With this thought, she stopped the martial moves she was practicing.
"Is there something you need?"
Zhao Xiyan hummed in acknowledgment.
"Yueyue, tonight I want to talk to you about something, can you set aside some time for me, please?"
He was the epitome of grace and beauty, and his voice was like mountain springs breaking upon the rocks.
Especially the way he said "please," as if it had hooks in it, it clung to her, making her unable to resist or break free.
"Okay."
It's just explaining the matter with the Eighth Princess, isn't it?
Nothing more than how he fell into a trap because he was schemed against and so on, she might as well listen.
"Thank you, Yueyue."