Yun Ya’s face showed delight, then his gaze circled her chest: “Hidden here, indeed most unnoticed. Three inches of human passion.”

Feng Miaojun’s smile disappeared in a second as her face darkened: “If you don’t want it, fine.” She covered the wine flask and turned to leave.

In a flash, Yun Ya appeared before her, one hand grabbing the flask, the other supporting her chin with a smile: “What are you saying? An’an understands me best.”

His eyes were indeed full of deep affection. Feng Miaojun’s face twitched: “Young Master, you’re currently wearing Chi Zhe’s face.” Being grabbed by the jaw so often, she had somehow become accustomed to it.

His gaze didn’t change at all, he just raised his eyebrows: “So?”

“Sending romantic glances won’t work.” Chi Zhe was also a handsome man, but compared to Yun Ya’s true self, the hardware was still slightly lacking. She was used to that flawless face; downgrading by one level wouldn’t bewilder her.

Yun Ya let out a long “Oh,” with laughter in his eyes: “So An’an prefers my original appearance.”

She avoided the important point: “Who wouldn’t?” Gently pushing his fingers away, “Your wound isn’t healed yet, don’t drink too much.”

Who doesn’t like beauty and hate ugliness?

Yun Ya was somewhat dissatisfied with her emotionless eyes. But before he could speak, a sudden angry shout came from outside: “Get out of my way, don’t stop me!”

That voice! Feng Miaojun never expected to hear it here and now, causing her body to inadvertently stiffen.

Though this movement was subtle, Yun Ya was staring right at her—how could he miss it? He narrowed his eyes slightly: “Who is that?”

Feng Miaojun blinked twice. Despite her thousand cleverness and hundred skills, she suddenly didn’t know what to do.

Of course, she immediately recognized it as Princess Hanyu’s voice!

After separating at the underground palace of Cliff Mountain for more than twenty days, she had first thought the princess was taken to the capital of Yao by Mo Tizhun, but instead received news of the princess’s disappearance. After she had spent a long time digesting this terrible news, Princess Hanyu appeared alive and well!

Here, in this very inn!

The elegant residence provided to Chi Zhe by the Kingdom of Langyu was naturally the best available, though in such a small place one couldn’t expect excellent conditions, but at least it had a small garden and artificial mountain. Now Princess Hanyu’s voice came from the garden downstairs.

Feng Miaojun’s thoughts raced.

Should she tell Yun Ya the truth?

What would happen if the betrothed princess of Jin fell into the hands of Wei’s State Preceptor? Feng Miaojun dared not imagine.

The best outcome would probably be death on the spot.

But if she didn’t tell him, wouldn’t Yun Ya be suspicious and discover it anyway?

By then, let alone protecting Princess Hanyu, she would likely face disaster.

Though now she and Yun Ya appeared to get along harmoniously, it was all a facade.

This man’s ruthlessness when turning on someone—she had experienced it more than once.

“Who?” Yun Ya asked again.

She had to answer now. Yun Ya was already suspicious, and besides, the young female voice downstairs could shake Feng Miaojun with just three short words—someone this little girl was very familiar with.

She had lived in Caixin City for many years; how many young women did she know? The answer might be many, but in this situation, those who could make her body freeze—perhaps they could be counted on one hand?

To tell the truth or not? Feng Miaojun had never been caught in such a dilemma.

Save her close friend, or choose self-preservation?

She was no saint, and the life-or-death moment came so abruptly, leaving her unprepared.

What should she do?

“It’s…” she began, dragging out her voice, hoping to buy some time, with thousands of thoughts racing through her mind. Was there a way she could avoid betraying her friend while maintaining the delicate yet fragile connection with Yun Ya?

Fortunately, at this moment, she spotted a figure flashing past in the corridor downstairs.

She faced the wooden window, while Yun Ya faced her, not seeing this fleeting shadow.

But she saw clearly—it was a man, tall and strong, with a tiger’s back and bear’s waist. Even glimpsing only his back, she knew that body must be filled with explosive power!

Her heart suddenly calmed. She swallowed and stammered: “It’s, it’s Princess Hanyu.”

After speaking, tears welled up in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks in the last second of Yun Ya’s gaze.

He glanced at her, then walked to the window to look down.

In the small garden, an unfamiliar young woman was angrily confronting a guard, puffing out her chest as she stepped forward. The guard wanted to stop her but dared not touch her body.

At this moment, a tall man flashed into view, grabbing her arm and saying: “Don’t make trouble, let’s talk inside!”

Without seeming to use much strength, the woman was pulled along, involuntarily heading toward the upstairs elegant room.

Before entering the door, the tall man’s gaze swept around like lightning. It was afternoon, and most people had returned to their rooms to rest after meals. Hearing the commotion outside, many guests at the inn peered out to watch the excitement. But whoever met this big man’s eyes felt a stabbing pain in their minds and quickly withdrew.

Except for Yun Ya.

He had been staring intently at this man. Of course, he wouldn’t needlessly expose himself, and subsequently, like other guests, he retreated and closed the window, clearly showing he didn’t want to cause trouble.

That sturdy man was Mo Tizhun.

With him here, Feng Miaojun dared to boldly identify Princess Hanyu, gaining some leverage for herself. With the great State Preceptor guarding her, it wouldn’t be easy for Yun Ya to kill the princess.

Yun Ya saw her standing listlessly in the room and asked: “That was Princess Hanyu?” She looked unfamiliar, probably having used a shape-shifting parasite. Mo Tizhun had such a thing.

She nodded, saying softly: “If she’s alive but hasn’t gone to the capital of Yao, clearly she doesn’t want to marry. Doesn’t this play right into Wei’s hands? You won’t hurt her, will you?”

The girl’s eyes, washed by tears, were clear with black and white distinctly separated, filled with hope. How many men could resist softening when looked at like this?

Yun Ya also smiled slightly: “Don’t worry, what use would I have for her life?”

“Really?” She let out a long breath. “That’s good.”

Haha, she didn’t believe a single word! This fellow probably recognized Mo Tizhun and had no confidence in killing the princess, so he spoke this way!

Yun Ya had seen both Feng Miaojun’s earlier struggle and the guilt that flashed in her eyes. He thought she had only heard Princess Hanyu’s voice without seeing Mo Tizhun, not knowing he was protecting the princess. So this identification was, to her, a betrayal.

For Yun Ya, it was the opposite—she had handed over a small token of loyalty to show her faithfulness to him.

So that’s why she was so upset? He should comfort and encourage her.

Yun Ya gently stroked the top of her head, saying softly: “Good girl, stay with me from now on.”

Feng Miaojun bit her lower lip almost to the point of bleeding, nodded, and said softly: “I’m going out.” Her voice still held a hint of dejection.

After this incident, Yun Ya’s trust in her would probably increase a bit more.

She turned to leave, but Yun Ya extended his arm to block her. “Wait, don’t you want to see the show to the end?”