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Could it be blocked by the screen?

Shen Chuwei thought about it, then suddenly turned around and saw Xue Huai standing behind her. Seeing his expressionless face, she thought it must be because he was in the company of the National Master every day.

"I can’t see anyone."

Xue Huai, expressionless, pointed to the roof, "Then, I can only suggest going up to the roof."

Shen Chuwei raised her head to take a glance. The height of an ancient building’s story was much taller than that of a modern one.

She looked troubled, "I can’t get up there."

Xue Huai asked again, "Do you need help?"

Shen Chuwei waved her hand, "Forget it, I’ll just wait here obediently."

"Okay," Xue Huai agreed and then stepped back.

Shen Chuwei had a little eunuch bring over a small stool. She sat down on it and took a pastry from her sleeve, planning to eat while she waited.

Xue Huai came over with some tea and pastries, placing them in front of her.

Shen Chuwei ate a piece of pastry and was just getting thirsty. She picked up the teacup, lifted the lid, blew on it gently, and took a few sips.

She smiled at Xue Huai, "You are thoughtful."

Xue Huai said, "Princess Jiuyou better not wait here, it won’t be finished anytime soon."

Shen Chuwei bit into a pastry and asked with confusion, "How do you know?"

Xue Huai explained, "If it could be resolved quickly, the Master wouldn’t need to close the door."

Shen Chuwei suddenly realized, "That makes sense, no wonder the doors are closed for treatment."

She looked at the delicate and tasty pastries in front of her and smiled, "Let’s talk after finishing these."

"Okay," Xue Huai withdrew once more.

Shen Chuwei ate two pastries, three pieces of Osmanthus Cake, and four pieces of Date Paste Cake... She refilled her tea and drank it again, but the Study Room door still showed no sign of opening.

She looked at the now empty plate, "Did I eat too fast? Is that why they haven’t come out yet?"

She clapped her hands together, stood up, and turned around for another look, then walked out of the Main Hall.

No sooner had she stepped out than she saw a slender figure standing at the bottom of the stairs, that silver mask being particularly eye-catching.

Shen Chuwei paused for a moment. It had been several days since she had seen him, and he seemed to have lost weight, his clothes hanging looser around his waist.

Ye Suhuan looked up at Shen Chuwei under the corridor and called out softly, "Little Nine."

Shen Chuwei walked down the steps and looked up at Ye Suhuan, "What brings you here?"

Ye Suhuan said, "What, can’t I come to see you?"

Shen Chuwei wanted to say they weren’t close, but her current identity was that of Feng Wuyou, the National Master’s daughter, and since Ye Suhuan was the National Master’s disciple, it was plain to assume their relationship should be good.

"Here I stand, take a look!"

Shen Chuwei stood boldly and then seriously reminded him, "You can only look three times. Three is the limit; I’ve got important matters to attend to."

Ye Suhuan: "..."

"Was it you who brought Xiao Jinyan into the palace? You knew he was the Crown Prince of Daxia."

Caught off guard by the question, Shen Chuwei paused before realizing that Xiao Jinyan being the Crown Prince of Daxia, entering the palace without the Emperor knowing... seemed very bad—

In her excitement at the time, she had forgotten this detail.

"It was my father who wanted to see him, that’s why I brought him in."

Ye Suhuan knew she had misunderstood and explained, "I didn’t mean to blame you."

Shen Chuwei: "... Then what do you mean?"

Ye Suhuan said, "Nothing much." He just couldn’t stand it.

Shen Chuwei: "..."

Ye Suhuan took a step forward, but before he could touch her, Shen Chuwei retreated two steps back, watching him warily, "Let’s talk this out; no need for any funny business."

Ye Suhuan’s hand paused mid-air, suddenly realizing that Little Nine was no longer the young girl she once was; only Xiao Jinyan existed in her eyes now.

Just because she met Xiao Jinyan first?

"I want to know, do you really like only Xiao Jinyan’s appearance?"

Shen Chuwei retorted, "What’s it to you?"

Ye Suhuan took two quick steps forward and grabbed her hand, his interrogating tone making him appear rather fierce at that moment.

"How can it not matter? The Emperor and the Master arranged our engagement when we were children, doesn’t that matter?"

Shen Chuwei was indeed startled. His grip was strong; she couldn’t struggle free at all, and she frowned.

This matter of the engagement, she had heard about it from the National Master a few days ago. If Feng Wuyou and Ye Suhuan really had an engagement and then met again to see Feng Wuyou married to another man, anger was understandable.

But, that had nothing to do with her—

Reluctantly, she was impersonating Feng Wuyou, so naturally she had to bear the brunt of Ye Suhuan’s discontent.