That figure was so familiar that I recognized it immediately and my whole body suddenly became stiff.

Pei Yuanhao! Why did he come here?!

Just when I was in shock, he had already walked to the door of the Neizang Pavilion, and looked at me coldly with his bottomless eyes. I felt a chill in my heart, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Slave, please pay homage to His Highness the Third Prince."

"Get up."

He said calmly and walked into the Neizang Pavilion.

Judging from his appearance, he probably didn't remember me anymore, so I breathed a sigh of relief and followed him in cautiously.

I saw him walking slowly among the bookshelves, looking at the books on them. He didn't speak, and I didn't dare to vent my anger. The entire Neizang Pavilion suddenly fell into silence, as if even the air was about to condense.

People suffocate.

Just when I was getting nervous, he slowly took down a book from the bookshelf, flipped through two pages, and said casually: "His Royal Highness was here just now?"

"Yes."

"He comes often?"

"No, no."

My heart was already in pain when I faced this man, but when I heard him ask about the prince, I felt an unspeakable fear for some reason. I stuttered subconsciously. His brows furrowed slightly and he turned around.

He glanced at me, his eyes as sharp as two swords, and I immediately broke into a cold sweat.

At this time, Pei Yuanhao walked up to me step by step.

He was so close to me, and his hot breath hit my forehead, bringing about waves of shuddering feelings. Even if I didn't dare to look up at his eyes, I could feel his sharp eyes staring at me, as if being caught by

I was so nervous that even my fingertips were trembling.

Does he still recognize me?

Just when I was extremely nervous, a book was suddenly handed to me.

"Go."

"Ah?"

I was in a daze for a moment, and looked up at him blankly. He frowned again: "Why, if you borrow books from the Tibetan Pavilion, don't you need to register them?"

"Oh, oh."

I hurriedly took the book from his hand and walked to the case, picked up the brush, opened the book and recorded it. He stood quietly in front of the case and watched me write, and suddenly said: "Why can you read?"

I lowered my head and said, "When I was young, I was taught by a master at home."

"Oh? Where is your home?"

The fingertips trembled, and a drop of ink fell on the book.

After so many years, except for the eunuch in charge who asked about the situation at home when he first entered the palace, no one mentioned it for a long time. Gradually, he seemed to have forgotten that for the maids in the palace, home was really too far away.

Something.

Unexpectedly, he was the first person to ask me.

I lowered my head and said softly: "Slave, I don't remember."

"..."

As soon as I finished speaking, I knew I had done something stupid. I clearly remembered how to read at home, so how could I not remember where my home was? Sure enough, Pei Yuanhao's eyes flashed, and the look he looked at me became sharp and vaguely angry.

Premonition.
Chapter completed!