The Soul Returns: The Peerless Imperial Daughter Begins to Abuse the Scumbag

Chapter 813 Because...you're worth it.

Mu Xin was stunned, looking at the hairpin in Leng Yue's hand, not knowing what to say for a moment.

A complex emotion surged in her heart, both touched and uneasy.

She bit her lip and whispered, "Leng Yue, this is too expensive... I can't accept it."

Leng Yue did not hesitate at all. He reached out and gently held Mu Xin's hand, then stuffed the hairpin firmly into her palm. His movements were firm and could not be refused.

His tone was firm: "Take it. You don't need to worry about the cultivation resources. I will prepare them for you. This hairpin... just think of it as a gift from me to you. Don't feel burdened."

Mu Xin held the hairpin in her hand, feeling the warm touch of the hairpin, and a warm feeling surged through her heart.

She looked up at Leng Yue, a glimmer in her eyes: "Thank you, Leng Yue."

Leng Yue raised the corner of his mouth slightly and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Let's go, we should go back."

The two men walked out of the shop, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on them, lengthening their shadows.

The streets were still bustling, but at this moment Mu Xin felt that the whole world had become quiet.

She lowered her head involuntarily and looked at the hairpin in her hand again. Under the setting sun, the hairpin looked even more dazzling.

The phoenix carved on the hairpin is lifelike, as if it will flap its wings and fly high at any time, carrying her thoughts along with it.

"Leng Yue..." She called softly.

"Hmm?" Leng Yue turned his head to look at her.

Mu Xin hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to say, "Actually... I've always wanted to ask you a question."

Leng Yue stopped and looked at her intently: "What's the problem?"

Mu Xin took a deep breath, raised her head and looked into his eyes: "Why...why are you so nice to me?"

Leng Yue was silent for a moment, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He looked up at the mountains in the distance; the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, appearing particularly soft.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "Because... you are worth it."

When Mu Xin heard this, his heart was shocked and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Her lips trembled slightly as she repeated softly, "Am I... worth it?"

She seemed unable to believe her ears.

This simple answer filled her heart with shock and emotion.

Leng Yue nodded firmly and said nothing more.

The two walked side by side, slowly heading towards Cuixuan Tower.

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At this time, in the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion.

Lu Ziche sat in front of the carved table in front of the window, busy sewing sachets with great concentration.

After half a day's hard work, the sachet finally took shape.

Although the stitching of the sachet appears slightly rough, the fine threads are spread crookedly on the soft satin surface like messy vines.

However, when Lu Ziche gently held the unfinished sachet in his palm and looked at it carefully, an indescribable strong sense of accomplishment surged into his heart like a tide.

You know, he spent a lot of time and energy to sew this stitch by himself!

The deep affection and love for Yu Zhiyan are all conveyed through the slightly rough stitches.

Lu Ziche stood up and began to pace back and forth in the room.

I racked my brains thinking about how to make this sachet more perfect.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to an exquisitely carved box placed in the corner.

He walked over quickly, opened the lid and looked inside, only to see some precious spices that he had obtained by chance before neatly arranged.

These spices exude a charming fragrance that makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Lu Ziche thought that if he could add these rare spices into the sachet, it would surely enhance its color.

He began to select carefully, choosing from among the many spices several varieties with light, elegant and pleasant flavors.

Some of them are as fresh as the morning dew, and some are as intoxicating as the fragrance of flowers in the summer night breeze.

After selecting the spices, Lu Ziche returned to the table and sat down.

He moved gently, as if he was protecting a rare treasure, and filled the spices in his hand into the sachet little by little.

After all the spices filled the sachet, Lu Ziche picked up a thin silk thread beside him.

His fingers were like those of a nimble dancer, skillfully moving between the silk threads.

After a while, a crooked knot made by thread workers appeared at the mouth of the sachet.

Finally, a complete blue sachet appeared before his eyes.

Lu Ziche held the finished sachet in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

The sachet was a deep, alluring blue hue, with a poorly crafted phoenix embroidered on it.

The entire sachet exuded a faint and elegant fragrance, lingering around his nose, making him feel relaxed and happy.

Yu Zhiyan's stunningly beautiful face involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Her every smile was like a beautiful painting, deeply engraved in his heart.

He imagined what expression she would have when she received the sachet.

Perhaps she would open her eyes wide and look shocked by this sudden surprise.

Maybe she will be touched by this thoughtfulness and smile with joy.

Or, she would blush because of girlish shyness, lower her head and smile without saying a word...

Thinking of this, Lu Ziche's heartbeat became more intense and he became uneasy.

"Zhiyan, will she really like this sachet? Would it be too rude of me to give her a gift like this?"

Lu Ziche murmured, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of uneasiness and anxiety.

But in a flash, he took a deep breath and shook his head firmly, as if to cheer himself up.

No matter what, he wanted to let Zhiyan know his feelings and let her accept him as soon as possible.

Lu Ziche carefully placed the sachet into the prepared box, making sure it would not be damaged in any way.

He decided to give it to Yu Zhiyan the next day and express his feelings to her in person.

At this moment, the last ray of sunset in the sky is like an aging beauty, slowly disappearing into the sky with endless lingering affection.

The night falls quietly like a huge piece of black silk!

It was late at night, Mu Xin lay quietly in bed, tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep.

She held the hairpin and thought about every moment she had spent with Leng Yue during the day, feeling very confused.

"What exactly are my feelings towards Leng Yue?" She muttered to herself, feeling a little confused and helpless.

Her mind kept recalling every little bit of their experience together, from their first meeting to their mutual understanding.

Along the way, although Leng Yue didn't talk much, he always silently helped and protected her when she needed it most.

She thought of the look in Leng Yue's eyes when he rescued her today, and couldn't help feeling confused.

Could it be that Leng Yue really only has pure friendship for her, without any romantic feelings at all?

Mu Xin sighed softly, feeling confused about her own feelings.

She really couldn't figure out what kind of feelings she had for Leng Yue.

You could say it was pure friendship, but whenever I was with him, there were always some different emotions stirring deep in my heart.

But if we want to say that this relationship has gone beyond the scope of friendship, there seems to be a lack of solid evidence and obvious signs.

Mu Xin shook his head helplessly, trying to put all these confusing thoughts behind him.

But no matter how hard I try, those thoughts are like tangled threads; the more I try to break free, the tighter they become.