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Chapter 175

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Qing Yan was stunned. Her gaze fell upon the plate of grapes in the man's hand and she blinked in astonishment, "Even though Miss doesn't like the food in the Third Prince's residence, these grapes don't seem to be any different. Why did you..."

"Not the same."

Not the same?

How so?

Qing Yan simply could not understand this man. Why does he have to be so mysterious every time? Besides, he has always been following Miss to protect her. Why doesn't he let Miss know?

The man's face was expressionless and his voice was low, "I will continue to deliver tomorrow's food."

Of course, those grapes were different.

Yun Luofeng was very picky about food. For example, when she eats grapes, she must first remove the seeds. Hence, he had used his spiritual energy to remove the seeds from the grapes on the plate. However, he was not interested in explaining this to Qing Yan...

"Also, leave these grapes on her table. Don't disturb her rest."

The man thought for a moment before he gave another order.

His dark eyes looked at the flickering candlelight at the door. He then turned around resolutely and immediately disappeared into the night.

Now, he should go and prepare her breakfast tomorrow...

...

"Qing Yan, where did these grapes come from?"

Early morning.

The morning light spilled into the room. The young girl was sitting at the table, her slender fingers gently tapping the surface of the table as she asked casually.

"Ah?" Qing Yan was stunned and replied guiltily, "Yes... I prepared them for you, Miss."

"Is that so? Then how did you remove the seeds from the grapes? "Yun Luofeng looked at the little girl's delicate and pretty face with a smile that did not reach her eyes as she continued to ask.

"What?" The little girl cried out in shock, "How could this be? I... "

Qing Yan was about to defend herself when she suddenly realized that she had let the cat out of the bag. She quickly shut her mouth and guiltily glanced at Yun Luofeng.

Yun Luofeng raised her eyebrows. Her heart quickly caught on to something and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Qing Yan, since when have you helped others lie to me? Is this how you feel about me, hmm? "

Qing Yan thought that Yun Luofeng was angry and felt somewhat anxious. She hurriedly explained, "Young Lady, this servant did not intentionally deceive Young Lady. If someone else wanted to bribe this servant to harm Young Lady, this servant would definitely not betray Young Lady. This servant is just, just …"

She only felt that Yun Xiao and Young Miss's relationship was very good, so it was impossible for him to harm Young Miss, so she helped him.

Moreover, Yun Xiao had seen that Young Miss had no appetite for the past few days and he didn't want Young Miss to know that he was tailing her. Hence, he had sought her out.

If it was someone else, she wouldn't have bothered.

"Pfft," Yun Luofeng laughed out loud. She raised her hand to pinch Qing Yan's cheek and said with a smile, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Qing Yan, I naturally understand your sincerity towards me. I will pretend to be unaware of this matter. You can continue to contact him."

Yun Xiao had probably never thought that a plate of grapes would completely expose his whereabouts.

"Miss."

Qing Yan bit her lips and stamped her feet in shame and indignation.

The young miss was really getting naughtier and naughtier. She actually teased her, causing her to think that the young miss was really angry.

"The Empress has arrived, His Royal Highness the Second Prince has arrived."

Just as Yun Luo Feng stepped out of her room, a sharp voice suddenly fell into her ears. It caused her expression to sink and a murderous intent appeared in her black eyes.

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