Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Reading other people’s love letters

Han Xin watched Peng Xiu walk away, her hair whipping in the breeze the scent enticing enough to snatch souls and entangle them in a trap.

His soul wasn’t snatched by her but his thoughts were definitely tangled in a web of confusion and suspicion.

Something about her reaction just now seemed off. It was as though she had never written that letter to him or had that portrait drawn of her. She wasn’t timid or embarrassed. Instead, she had on a smile like she had discovered something very interesting. It was like this was her first time seeing it.

He settled down in the carriage his mind still churning. He replayed the scene of Peng Xiu pulling him close. He was trying to make sense of it.

If Peng Xiu was telling the truth and she no longer wanted to pursue him and use him then did it mean she had found someone else to help her complete her agenda and exact revenge for her mother? Her exacting revenge for her mother, was the same as going against the Emperor. It was an act of treason yet she had so callously disclosed her plan to him without a hint of fear, as if she was confident he wouldn’t apprehend her. Why? This question gnawed at him.

Earlier, he had been so distracted by her presence, her words, and her touch that he hadn’t even considered the implications of her confession. Now, sitting alone in the carriage the weight of her words settled heavily on his shoulders.

Why had she been so bold? Was it a calculated move, or was there something more he was missing? Han Xin’s mind raced with possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. He disliked Peng Xiu’s unpredictability the most. She was extremely difficult to read making him very uncomfortable.

Unaware of the turmoil he caused, Xiang Yu strolled back to the carriage, a smirk playing on his lips as he clutched the letter and portrait in his hand. The cramps that had plagued him earlier were now a distant memory, replaced by a bubbling amusement. He climbed into the carriage, sprawling onto the plush seat with a sigh of glee .

With a flick of his wrist, he unfolded the letter and held it above his head, the delicate paper fluttering slightly in the breeze. His eyes scanned the familiar handwriting, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the earnest, yet clumsy, profession of her love for Han Xin. Xiang Yu was like a teenager cackling as he read his sister’s diary that he had stolen. Reading such intimate words was both funny and cringy.

"Dear Xin-ge," he read aloud, his voice dripping with mock sincerity, "My heart aches having not received a response from you. Believe me when I say that I have long admired your bravery and strength. My heart beats only for you. I don’t expect my feelings to be reciprocated. I would be happy just to be your wife. To show my sincerity please accept this token of my love."

Xiang Yu snorted, shaking his head. This wasn’t how to get a man as steely as Han Xin. Xiang Yu had seen less of his type at the brothel. He was the type that would ignore anyone’s advances and would only pursue not be pursued. His sister was going at it the wrong way.