Luo Sheng didn’t dodge.

She could have, but hurriedly evading would show a lack of confidence.

She wanted to see what this man intended to do.

That slender hand stopped before her eyes, blocking the part below her eyes.

His hand was an inch away from her face, yet she could feel the heat emanating from his palm.

It was another person’s body temperature.

Wei Han spoke: “That night, these were the eyes I saw.”

So certain, so calm, which stirred some annoyance in Luo Sheng.

She turned her face away, saying lightly: “Since it was nighttime, the lighting must have been poor. Besides, what’s so special about a pair of eyes? Is Your Highness confident you wouldn’t mistake them?”

Wei Han gazed at those eyes and said: “I wouldn’t, because Miss Luo’s eyes are very special.”

“Special in what way?” Luo Sheng asked coldly.

“Exceptionally beautiful.”

Luo Sheng paused.

If not for his serious tone, she would have thought he was teasing her—no, teasing Miss Luo.

These beautiful eyes belonged to Miss Luo, they had nothing to do with her.

Thinking this way, the sliver of strangeness finer than a hair that arose in Luo Sheng’s heart immediately vanished like smoke, leaving only coldness.

Wei Han continued: “Your eyes seem to hold light, bright yet calm, making them unforgettable—”

“Enough—” Luo Sheng interrupted Wei Han’s words, her lips curling with mockery. “If Your Highness continues, I might misunderstand.”

Wei Han said earnestly: “Miss Luo, please don’t misunderstand. I’m only describing what I saw truthfully.”

He looked at her and once again stated in a definitive tone: “That night I saw Miss Luo.”

Luo Sheng fell into a long silence.

She could certainly continue to deny it, but with the conversation having reached this point, stubbornly denying would only be inferior.

Prince Kaiyang had promised not to expose her as the assassin who attacked Prince Pingnan—in the end, she owed Prince Kaiyang a favor.

Prince Kaiyang was nothing to her; helping her wasn’t a matter of course.

After pondering for a moment, Luo Sheng spoke: “Does Your Highness remember what I said when I promised to give Da Bai’s blood?”

“I remember. Miss Luo said you’d have me help you with something in the future.”

Luo Sheng smiled: “Now I’ve thought of what I want Your Highness to do.”

“Please tell me, Miss Luo.” Wei Han’s face remained calm, but his heart lifted slightly.

Facing this mischievous and clever young lady, he had to prepare himself to be tricked.

“Please put away your curiosity, Your Highness, and keep all of this confidential.” Luo Sheng looked at Wei Han, enunciating each word.

A fair exchange, honest dealing—this was just right.

She was certain he would agree, but unexpectedly, the man sitting across from her shook his head.

He said: “I don’t agree.”

Luo Sheng narrowed her eyes, suppressing the urge to slam the table.

Clearly he was the one benefiting, yet he wouldn’t agree.

Could this man not use reason to restrain his damned curiosity?

Wei Han looked deeply at Luo Sheng.

Miss Luo seemed angry.

Luo Sheng picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea, suppressing her anger: “Doesn’t Your Highness think this is very advantageous?”

Wei Han smiled: “It’s very advantageous for me, but not for Miss Luo. This isn’t a fair transaction, and I don’t have a habit of taking advantage of young ladies.”

“Then what does Your Highness mean?” Luo Sheng touched the pearl hairpin among her dark tresses, coldly lifting her eyelids.

No habit of taking advantage of young ladies?

Then where did the pearl hairpin she threw on the table that day go?

Seeing Luo Sheng raise her hand to touch her hairpin, Wei Han guiltily averted his gaze.

Truthfully, even he couldn’t understand why he had picked up Miss Luo’s hairpin that day—he could only attribute it to a moment of possessed confusion.

Admitting it was impossible.

Wei Han kept a serious expression and said: “The condition regarding Da Bai remains as before. If Miss Luo wants me to put away my curiosity, you can exchange it for something else.”

“Exchange for what?”

“Complimentary dishes.”

Luo Sheng was startled: “Complimentary dishes?”

Wei Han looked at her, the corners of his mouth smiling: “Does Miss Luo think this will work?”

“It will.” Luo Sheng agreed without hesitation.

Using a few small dishes to seal Prince Kaiyang’s mouth would naturally work.

Fearing he might change his mind, Luo Sheng confirmed again: “Your Highness has thought it through?”

Wei Han nodded.

Speaking of it, he was still the one benefiting—even without any transaction, he had no intention of telling anyone.

“Then it’s settled.” Luo Sheng extended her hand.

His gaze fell on that delicate jade-like hand for a moment, then Wei Han extended his hand and clapped it with hers.

Luo Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and picked up her teacup.

Wei Han tactfully stood up: “I’ve disturbed Miss Luo for quite a while, I should take my leave.”

Luo Sheng stood to see him off, asking casually: “Does Your Highness want to see Da Bai again?”

“That would be good.”

Luo Sheng choked.

Did Prince Kaiyang leave his face at the prince’s residence and forget to bring it today?

After a pause, Luo Sheng forced an perfunctory smile: “I just remembered, Da Bai is sleeping at this time.”

Wei Han looked at the young lady before him, amusement hidden in his eyes: “Is that so? Then I’ll come see it another day.”

“Kou’er, see the guest out for me. Your Highness, please take care.” Luo Sheng stood on the stone steps outside the door, saying indifferently.

Wei Han smiled: “Then I’ll see you tonight.”

Luo Sheng finally couldn’t help rolling her eyes at him dramatically.

Wei Han received it with an unchanged expression and strode away.

“Miss, why does this servant feel that Prince Kaiyang was in high spirits today?” Hong Dou came over, looking puzzled at the man’s departing back.

“Probably because he gets to eat complimentary dishes.” Luo Sheng said calmly, then turned to go back inside.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the tavern to open.

Compared to last night’s quiet, today there were actually two or three tables of customers.

Luo Sheng’s eyes swept over the seat where Wei Han usually sat.

It was still empty.

This was strange—having complimentary dishes to eat, he was actually late.

However, she only turned this thought over briefly before leaving the main hall for the back courtyard.

Luosai Huzi had just brought Xiao Qi back.

Xiao Qi was eating scallion pancakes.

The golden pancakes were cut into pieces, sprinkled with scallions and fine salt—Xiu Gu had specially made them for Xiao Qi to fill his stomach.

A boy this age couldn’t go hungry.

Xiao Qi could stuff an entire piece of scallion pancake in one mouthful, eating ravenously.

Luosai Huzi secretly swallowed his saliva and asked: “Xiao Qi, are the scallion pancakes delicious?”

“Delicious.” Xiao Qi swallowed what was in his mouth before finding time to answer.

Luosai Huzi was so angry he wanted to give Xiao Qi a slap.

This kid—if they’re so delicious, can’t you let me taste a piece!

But he didn’t dare hit him; Xiao Qi was the aunt’s own nephew.

Unlike him and Brother Lu, who were just extras.

A plate of golden, fragrant scallion pancakes was placed before Luosai Huzi.

Luosai Huzi was startled.

Xiu Yue smiled slightly: “You and Lu Wu should fill your stomachs first.”

“Thank you, Aunt.” Luosai Huzi held the plate, his eyes shining, and shouted: “Brother Lu, Aunt is calling you to eat scallion pancakes—”

The burly man who was chopping wood threw down his axe and rushed over.

Luo Sheng watched the two men fighting over the scallion pancakes, the corners of her lips curving as she asked Xiao Qi: “Xiao Qi, are you finished eating?”

Xiao Qi looked down at the scattered scallions on the plate and nodded: “Finished.”

“Come with me.” Luo Sheng dropped this sentence and walked toward the house.

Xiao Qi instinctively looked toward Luosai Huzi.

In the boy’s heart, the most upright, most reliable, most capable big brother was now fighting with Brother Lu over scallion pancakes.