I was startled when I saw Kinh Uyen standing right behind me.
My heart skipped a beat, my eyes were slightly surprised, I stammered, my voice still a bit confused:
"You… when did you come?"
I thought to myself: "Why didn't I hear your footsteps, is he a ghost?"
King Uyen only raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard that, his voice was low and cold, carrying an unpleasantly familiar feeling:
"As usual, young master. I came back when you were happily sending off… that person."
His voice was calm but each word was like a small knife cutting into my heart.
I paused, my hand clenched slightly, my eyes reflexively looked up at him. In the depths of Kinh Uyen's eyes there was no ripple, but deep inside was something dark and unpredictable.
I felt a little guilty, and in my heart, I heard Vu Than's voice again, "Don't be weak, Van Tuong. If you act shy, people will always bully you."
Thinking that, I swallowed my embarrassment, tried to stay calm, pretended like nothing happened, and then walked past him.
I thought that everything would stop there.
But in just a moment, a strong hand suddenly grabbed my wrist.
The pulling force was so strong that before I could react, my whole body fell into his arms.
Kinh Uyen's warm breath blew on my ear, making me stiffen, my heart beating chaotically.
His voice was low, hoarse, mixed with indignant resentment:
"Young master... why don't you answer me? Do you hate me?"
His eyes at that moment were both deep and sad, making me feel a little guilty. At such a close distance that I could almost feel the other person's heartbeat, I was flustered, my face burning:
"Eh... no, no! I don't hate you... don't think so much."
Kinh Uyen looked at me, the light in his eyes changed slightly. A sly gleam flashed but he still kept the same aggrieved look, slowly saying:
"So... I thought the young master really hated me."
I was even more flustered, only knowing to hastily explain, not realizing that the corner of his lips was curved up meaningfully.
As soon as my voice finished, he gently said:
"Alright. I... trust you for now."
I was stunned. He had already turned away, his expression returning to cold and calm as if nothing had happened.
It took me a few seconds to realize that he had just teased me. The embarrassment immediately turned into anger, I gritted my teeth and called out:
"Kinh Uyen! Stop there for me!"
But he didn't bother to turn around. He just walked slowly, his tall back gradually sinking into the hallway light.
I was so angry that my face turned red, I puffed my cheeks, stomped my feet, then turned around and left my room in a huff, my cheeks were sullen, my lips were tightly pressed, I didn't care about anything anymore.
On Kinh Uyen's side, when the door to his room closed, his indifferent appearance immediately disappeared.
His eyes sank, sharp as a sword. His voice softly echoed in the quiet room:
"Nhan Tuyet, go away."
From the darkness in the corner of the room, a graceful figure walked out. It was Tham Nhan Tuyet, her red lips slightly curved, her voice sweet:
"I didn't expect to be discovered by the young master so early..."
Kinh Uyen looked up, his eyes like ice and snow:
"Next time, don't enter my room without permission again. You know the consequences."
The murderous aura was gentle but enough to make Nhan Tuyet tremble. She lowered her head, trying to smile weakly:
"Yes... young master."
Without answering, he sat down on the chair, crossed his legs, his eyes half-closed and half-open. The light reflected in those deep black pupils seemed to be filled with hidden waves. After a while, he asked softly, his voice as if talking to himself:
"Tell me... a dead person, suddenly revived, personality completely changed... why?"
Nhan Tuyet was stunned for a moment, then slowly replied:
"Maybe it was because another soul possessed... or maybe because he experienced death, he became enlightened, changed his personality?"
She raised her head, looked at him doubtfully:
"Young master asked like that... is there something?"
King Yuan smiled slightly, a smile cold and creepy.
"Nothing..."
He opened his eyes, his gaze as dark as an abyss, and whispered:
"It's just... the Gu Yun Xiang of the past and now, seem to be two completely different people."
The air in the room seemed to freeze.
Outside the window, the night wind blew gently, carrying a strange chill as if something was slowly changing without anyone knowing.