Nan Xian had put on his clothes. He walked toward Qing Zhu slowly, seemingly calm.
"This…" Qing Zhu murmured something and it swallowed its saliva. It laughed sheepishly. "Actually, I can explain…"
Nan Xian grabbed the snake's tail. It was like he was pulling a dead snake as he walked out of the room without any expression on his face.
"Master, where do you want to bring me to? I don't want to be turned into snake soup! I don't want that! Princess, help me!"
The snake's hysterical scream disappeared the moment Nan Xian left. But, the sad echo still lingered in the air and it remained there for a long time. It was heavy.
Feng Ruqing was speechless.
She could only pray for Qing Zhu for three seconds. Not even a second more.
'Who asked it to appear out of nowhere and bother our moment?'
***
The next day.
In the morning.
