Chapter 13: Chen Lingxi, a Martial Arts Gem?
Jiang Yuan turned his head, his sharp, falcon-like eyes falling on Chen Lingxi in the corridor.
His gaze swept over the desolate floral arrangement in the young man's hands, paused briefly, and locked onto Chen Lingxi.
It was as if he wanted to pierce that thin winter coat and see the very bones beneath the boy's flesh.
Jiang Yuan's brows slowly furrowed. A flash of bewilderment passed through his eyes, quickly giving way to curiosity.
"Huh?"
Another soft, low sound of surprise spilled from his throat.
The two exclamations were not loud, but in the silent courtyard, they rang out with stark clarity.
Everyone blanked for a moment. Following Jiang Yuan's gaze, all they saw was the young official bondservant, standing meekly with downcast eyes, holding the floral arrangement.
Lin Longyue noticed Jiang Yuan's odd reaction. Her gaze shifted to Chen Lingxi, a trace of bafflement flickering in her eyes.