As soon as Qin Xin stepped out, she noticed the entire corridor on the top floor of the Imperial Mansion was filled with bodyguards in black.
Lu Jia and all the others were present, standing ready.
They were Nalan Ye Jue's men.
It turned out that while Nalan Ye Jue seemed so calm and composed in front of Si Moyu, he had in fact deployed such an impeccable force outside.
A sense of inexplicable emotion stirred in Qin Xin's heart.
This man, as steady as a mountain and as firm as a rock, was also meticulous and profoundly cunning.
To have tracked her here, he must have gone through considerable effort and obstacles.
She took a deep breath, "Thank you."
Nalan Ye Jue held her hand tightly, speaking softly, "I've reserved a table at the restaurant and they've specially prepared conch bell soup for you. If we're ten minutes late, we'll miss the most delicious taste. Let's go."
Qin Xin: "..."
Lu Jia and the others: "..."
What?
