Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

Lin Feilu had her attendants retire for the night before she turned off the lights and sat on the bed.

She closed her eyes, recalling the figure just now in the dark night.

Was she mistaken?

But… it was clearly him.

That mask was the one they wore together that night in Qiqiao.

But how was it possible? How did he manage to infiltrate the Great Lin Empire’s capital? Now that the relationship between Song and Lin was so tense, wasn’t that simply a death wish? Moreover, he even dared to assassinate Xi Xingjiang in the capital.

If she hadn’t happened to pass by tonight, Xi Xingjiang might have died by now.

Why did he want to kill him?

Lin Feilu hugged her knees and felt her brain buzzing. She was thinking wildly when two thumps sounded from her window very softly.

It was the sound of pebbles.

She trembled and didn’t have time to put on her shoes before jumping out of bed. Running to the window, she opened it abruptly.

The night wind carried the scent of spring flowers across the tip of her nose, and a figure jumped down from the wall, landing lightly in front of her window.

He was dressed in black, adorned with that familiar mask on his face. Having not seen him for two years, he seemed taller than before, and his figure became even more slender.

Lin Feilu’s breathing was a little short as she looked up at him halfway.

No one spoke. After a long while, Lin Feilu stood on tiptoe and slowly stretched out her hand to remove the mask on his face. He didn’t move away but bent slightly to cooperate with her movements, allowing her to remove the mask.

The face under the mask was the familiar face in her memory.

He curled his lips, looked down at her tenderly, and said with a low smile, “Princess, we meet again.”

The fragrance of the late spring’s flowers was getting rather strong.

She stared at that unparalleled face in a daze, feeling like she had knocked over an unknown seasoning bottle as she was unable to determine the flavour.

His facial features were tougher than before, and his eyes seemed to hide a piece of night sky since they were so dark and deep. Besides sporting a small smile, no other emotions could be seen. Those terrible rumours surrounding him made her unable to separate the person in front of her from the gentle boy in her memory.

Lin Feilu held the cold mask and swallowed subconsciously.

Song Jinglan still leaned slightly towards her, but his expression remained unchanged. He only asked her suspiciously, “What is the Princess afraid of?”

Lin Feilu shuddered and repeatedly denied, “I… I’m not afraid of anything!” She pursed her lower lip and stammered, “Your Highness, how could you… why are you here?”

Song Jinglan smiled, reached out, and took out a box from his arms before handing it to her, “I’m two days late, but it shouldn’t be too late. Princess, happy birthday.”

Lin Feilu’s pupils dilated, and she stared at the box for a long time before taking it slowly and opening it.

Inside the box was a small jade carving.

Long ago, she also received a small yet lifelike wooden sculpture from him.

Back then, she said, “When Your Highness becomes rich in the future, carve me again on a jadeite next time— it’ll last longer.”

Now, it was finally delivered to her.

She held the little jade figure in her hand and looked at it for a long time. Finally, she raised her eyes to look at him and asked belatedly, “Did Your Highness risk your life and travel all the way here just to give me a birthday present?”

Song Jinglan nodded.

She pursed her lips, her voice muffle,: “Then why did you want to kill Xi Xingjiang?”

His tone was light and casual as if he just did something unimportant, “He wants to marry you, so of course, I was going to kill him.”

Lin Feilu looked at him in disbelief, rendered speechless for a long time.