cold clothes

Very well, the sarcastic tone of the voice successfully darkened Zhao Yin's face.

Zhao Yin, his face grim, grabbed Leng Yi's waist with such force that Leng Yi immediately felt pain. Leng Yi's composure vanished; she realized today was different and she shouldn't provoke Zhao Yin.

But she'd been living in Zhao Yin's shadow for months, and she'd had enough. She quickly adopted a fearless expression: "What, are you going to threaten me again? Rape... ugh!"

Zhao Yin immediately reached out and covered Leng Yi's mouth to stop her from speaking. He slowly lowered his head and buried it in Leng Yi's neck, surrendering, "I was wrong, don't say such hurtful things."

Zhao Yin's hands looked long and fair, but he was a man after all. One hand could cover the lower half of Leng Yi's face. There were thin calluses on his palms and knuckles, and you could feel the roughness.

Uh, his hand...

Leng Yi's face suddenly turned yellow.

Tsk, no way. Leng Yi threw out the yellow rubbish in her head. Then she pried Zhao Yin's hand open, thankfully he didn't use too much force.

"What's the use of admitting your mistake now? It's a done deal that I'm Zhao Qun's concubine. Isn't this all your fault? So you have to take responsibility." Leng Yi cupped Zhao Yin's sorrowful face in her hands and said seriously, "I don't know how to write love letters. You'd better think of something."

Zhao Yin's expression changed from sorrow and melancholy to blankness. He slowly said, "You mean, you want me to write a reply?"

Leng Yi nodded vigorously: "Yes, think about it quickly."

"Can I see the letter Zhao Qun gave you?"

"promise."

Leng Yi handed him the letter, and Zhao Yin silently accepted it, his face remaining expressionless until he finished reading it.

This was unexpected for Leng Yi; she thought Zhao Yin would be so jealous that he would tear up the letter.

"Heh..." Zhao Yin chuckled lightly, "Zhao Qun has such a stupid side."

"You speak of your elder brother in such a way; it truly shows brotherly affection and respect."

Zhao Yin, used to Leng Yi's occasional sharp tongue, ignored it and said, "You're always good at flattery, so why can't you write?"

Leng Yi sighed deeply after hearing this: "Flattery is for a petty person, replying to a man is for a woman. I can be a petty person, but I can't be a woman."

To be precise, she can't be a gentle and delicate girl; she's always just a neurotic and funny girl.

Zhao Yin stared at her strangely, as if refuting her words, but he didn't say anything. Was Leng Yi really unable to write, or was she just unwilling to lie? He didn't want to think about it too much. In any case, he didn't want Leng Yi and Zhao Qun to exchange letters, so he finally guided Leng Yi to finish writing the letter.

"Wow." Leng Yi exclaimed as she looked at the tender words on the paper. She hadn't expected Zhao Yin to be such a good writer, and he had even composed a poem. The true people of the Great Qi Dynasty were indeed far superior to her, a transmigrator.

Happily putting the letter away, Leng Yi said, "I have no more worries. So, what did you come to see me for in the middle of the night? First of all, you can't say you missed me; you have to talk about serious matters." Leng Yi became serious in the second half of her sentence. She hoped that her relationship with Zhao Yin was purely that of superior and subordinate, not lovers.

“Yes, it is important. The woman named Hong'e that you mentioned before is very important. We must find out her whereabouts and then capture her.”

Leng Yi felt a chill run down her spine, never expecting Hong E to be such an important person.

“However, I can guess Hong’e’s general whereabouts from Zhao Qun’s letter. I can just send more people to stake out the area.” After saying that, Zhao Yin smiled easily and looked at her with warm eyes. “Leng Yi, thanks to you for giving me such important information.”