That smile was sarcastic and mocking in Wu Xin's eyes, and she sneered in her heart. She was worthy of being the one the master wanted, and he was so extraordinary.
"Master lets you in." Ye Chen's face was expressionless, but when his eyes touched the boy's exquisite face, he couldn't help but sink a little.
The boy boarded the carriage, carefully opened the curtain, entered the carriage with his head lowered, sat on his knees, bent down and said, "I have met the master."
The carriage was very spacious. The girl was half a foot away from the boy. She took off her black cloak and put on a lavender brocade dress.
Phoenix eyes swept across the boy's lowered face, and a faint smile reflected in his eyes.
The carriage continued to move forward slowly, neither too fast nor too slow. The interior of the carriage was padded with silver silk cushions, so no bumps were felt.
The boy kept his bent posture, not daring to look directly, and placed his folded small hands neatly on his knees, waiting for his master to speak.
"Raise your head." A very soft voice floated out.
"Yes, Master." His slightly trembling eyelashes revealed his nervousness and fear.
He was sure that the person in front of him must be a venerable person who made people tremble. His fate depended only on the words of the person in front of him.
He slowly raised his head, and the first thing that caught his eye was the purple clothes with gold thread.
Then there is a flawless white child's hand, dark hair falling on the Chinese clothes, and a small body.
What comes into view again is the slightly rounded chin and bright red lips...
The blood all over his body seemed to have solidified, shock and horror flashed across his narrow eyes, his hands tightened slightly, and several wrinkles were drawn out of the fabric on his knees.
She was an elegant and noble girl, but her face was disfigured, but her dignity was not compromised at all. She was very small, even smaller than him, but she had an extraordinary bearing that would make him tremble involuntarily.
"Are you scared?" Qiongying smiled softly, without any intention of blaming him.
"No." He tried his best not to show panic. The enchanting aura on his thin face dissipated, leaving only a pale stiffness.
"What a stubborn child." There was a hint of doting in her tone. Obviously, she liked hearing his stubborn lies.
Listening to her pleasant tone, he felt that there was no better sound than this, better than all the music, and it immediately made him relax a little.
"How old are you?" The evil spirit in her body subsided, and her voice was as cold as spring water hitting a stone.
"Twelve years old." His lips curved, revealing a smile, and his eyes seemed to reflect the most beautiful colors.
"You are of a good age. Are you willing to come with me?" Qiongying asked softly.
She doesn't want him to die, because as long as he says he doesn't want to, she will destroy him without hesitation.
"Yes." His lips curved deeper, revealing a cute childish tone, and his voice was sweet.
"What's your name?" She hadn't been in such a happy mood for a long time, and she was very satisfied with his answer.
"I don't know, others call me Xiaoye. Zhong." He shook his head in frustration, his delicate brows furrowed and his red lips pressed tightly together.
"It's a very unpleasant name. If you are willing to call me sister, I will give you a nice name."
"Really? But you are so young, you seem to be younger than me, so why don't I call you sister." His narrow eyes were filled with brilliance, shining brightly.
"Huh?" She frowned slightly, and a dangerous look flashed in her deep phoenix eyes.