Wasn't he supposed to be beaten to death? Why did this powerful cousin love him so much?

Qing Shuang led the way, turning back to smile as she said, "Young Master said earlier that Miss Cousin would be coming, so I've been waiting for her."

Jiang Sese couldn't help but laugh: "Hearing Sister Qing Shuang say that, the eldest young master seems like a god, capable of divination."

In truth, Jiang Sese couldn't help but harbor suspicions.

How did Xie Jue know she was coming?

Has Xie Jue noticed her?

Jiang Sese believed she had been very low-key. Although she brought food to Qing Shuang and praised Xie Jue in person, she had been very proper and had not overstepped any boundaries.

She's a modern person, and she didn't shout and yell about equality for all people, or that what you all say is feudal dross; she's already been very restrained.

She had no intention of assimilating herself into the ancient era.

She didn't intend to raise the banner of socialism here; that would be too unrealistic. To achieve that, she would first need a system to give her a boost.

If she could just pull out a pistol or a cannon at will, she wouldn't be so timid and submissive.

Jiang Sese thought about it for a while and suddenly felt a little happy. Maybe it was because her previous praise of Xie Jue had worked!

Hello, cousin! You're amazing!

Perhaps Xie Jue had grown tired of hearing the old Deng flattering him so much that he now preferred to hear young girls flattering him?

Jiang Sese thought she might have succeeded in flattering him.

Since the results are good, we should keep up the good work!

Passing through the elegant corridor in front of Tingsong Courtyard and around several clumps of bamboo, you arrive at a spacious open area in the backyard.

Several ancient pine trees are planted along the edge of the open space, their branches and leaves forming a canopy that casts a large area of ​​shade.

Before the group even got close, they heard a whooshing sound.

Xie Jue was on leave today. He wore a moon-white narrow-sleeved arrow robe, with a black jade belt around his waist. His black hair was tied up with a silver crown. He looked broad-shouldered and long-legged, with an aura that seemed to stretch for miles.

Xie Jue held a long sword with a cold, gleaming light. The blade was like autumn water, exuding the elegance and nobility cultivated by aristocratic families.

Such charisma is something that ordinary people can never imitate.

It can only be cultivated from childhood and nurtured over many years.

The sword strikes continued uninterrupted, Xie Jue's robes fluttered, creating a whistling sound.

He possessed an aggressive sharpness, carrying an arrogant pride and an innate nobility, and his deep eyes seemed to hold the cold stars within them.

That air of nobility and arrogance was not the superficial arrogance of a typical young master from a prominent family, but rather stemmed from an absolute confidence in his own abilities.

Only powerful cabinet ministers who sit high in the imperial court and wield absolute power possess a transcendent sense of control.

Xie Jue before them was like a famous sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, its brilliance dazzling, possessing a captivating charm that made one dare not look directly at him, yet unable to look away.

Qing Shuang stood silently in the corridor, head bowed and hands at her sides.

Jiang Sese subconsciously held her breath, standing a few steps behind Qing Shuang, her heart pounding, her eyes wide as she looked at Xie Jue.

The author's description of him as the dream lover of countless noble ladies in the capital is not an exaggeration.

Jiang Sese could even feel the faint wind pressure brought by the sharp sword energy brushing against her cheek.

Jiang Sese had only been standing there for a short while when Xie Jue gently tossed his longsword into its sheath on a nearby weapon rack.

Just as Xie Jue was about to speak, he saw a pretty figure running towards him.

Xie Jue's gaze suddenly paused.

Sunlight bathed the girl, making her face flushed. Her already beautiful face, as radiant as a peach blossom, became even more dazzling, like a pomegranate tree in full bloom, or a jar of red agate tempered by intense flames.

Any praise would be superfluous when applied to her.

Jiang Sese's eyes sparkled as she quickly pulled a neatly folded plain silk handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Xie Jue: "Big cousin, you've worked hard practicing your swordplay. Quickly wipe your sweat!"

Look at me, you big thigh!

Jiang Sese practically had "I want to please you" written all over her face.

Qing Shuang's eyelids twitched as she watched from behind.

Xie Jue only glanced at Jiang Sese.

Jiang Sese felt her legs go weak. Why wasn't he answering?

Did she overstep her bounds?

Or do you think she's too frivolous?

Just as Jiang Sese was hesitating whether to pretend nothing had happened and take the handkerchief back, Xie Jue finally reached out and took her handkerchief.

But Xie Jue did not use it to wipe his sweat.

Upon seeing this, Qing Shuang quickly stepped forward and handed over a snow-white silk handkerchief. The maids following behind her also performed their duties and filed in one after another.

Shu Tong carried a sandalwood tray with a glass of chilled plum juice on it. The glass contained a few freshly peeled lotus seeds, and the juice was clear.

Another maid carried a copper basin filled with fresh water drawn from Yuquan Mountain, sprinkled with a few mint leaves, and draped a soft, handkerchief beside it.

Several maids carried small food boxes one after another, containing freshly steamed mung bean cakes and lily pastries, all exquisite snacks to cool you down in the summer.

Xie Jue first handed the handkerchief Jiang Sese gave him to Qing Shuang, then raised his hand to take the handkerchief Qing Shuang handed him, his movements displaying the composure of a noble young master.

Jiang Sese, who was standing next to her, was completely stunned.

No, oh, this, that, that's her handkerchief.

Jiang Sese couldn't help but blush and glance at Qing Shuang a few times. Good sister, give it back to me, give it back to me.

But Qing Shuang seemed not to notice Jiang Sese's gaze.

When Xie Jue handed back the handkerchief, Qing Shuang had already knelt down to accept it.

Xie Jue walked to the rosewood chair under the eaves and sat down. Shu Tong immediately stepped forward, placed the copper basin on the low table next to him, and curtsied, saying, "Young master, please wash your hands."

Xie Jue dipped his hand into the water, casually splashed some water, and then picked up a towel to wipe his hands.

In just a short while, the other maids had already set out the snacks on the stone table next to them. The mung bean cake was made with poria powder mixed with mung beans and melted in the mouth. The lily pastry was flaky and filled with a sweet lily filling. These were all Xie Jue's favorite snacks.

Jiang Sese stood to the side, somewhat dazed, and for a moment forgot why she had come.

She finally snapped out of her daze when she heard Xie Jue call her name.

Xie Jue looked up at her and said, "Cousin Jiang, please don't be so formal. Please sit down."