Chapter 12: Playing Self Pity

Lin Xiaocha, lying on the bed, rubbed her eyes and asked Han Yu blankly, "Is this your room? Why am I here?"

She didn't seem panicked when she woke up in a man's room.

It's not that she was wild, but she didn't seem to understand what might happen.

It looked like if she was sold, she would still pay for it.

It's just like when she blamed him because he was a little cold towards her at that burial ground.

Han Yu sat up calmly. He walked to the table and poured a cup of tea.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Xiaocha tentatively asked, "Did I drink too much last night?"

Han Yu looked at the overnight tea in the cup and answered her question with silence.

Lin Xiaocha didn't speak anymore.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Finally, he put down the teacup and asked faintly, "Do you have a brother?"

Lin Xiaocha looked surprised and then seemed to understand. She clutched the skirt on her knees and said nervously, "Did I treat you like my brother last night?"

Han Yu's face was as cold as ever.

Even if they were brother and sister, it was not appropriate to hug and be intimate like last night. After all, she looked fifteen or sixteen years old.

Lin Xiaocha held her dress tightly, "My brother passed away when I was five years old..."

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment.

Lin Xiaocha seemed to return to the fond memories. Her eyes were sweet and gentle. "My brother always protected me and treated me best when I was young... Father always said that I followed him like a tail..."

These are all true. But it was not her experience, but Lin Wu's.

Green tea that can't pretend to be pitiful is not qualified green tea.

As she said that, the corners of her eyes became wet. She wiped her hand quietly and sobbed in a very soft voice.

But she quickly stopped crying.

"Did you bring me back?" She looked at Han Yu with red eyes and changed the topic.

Han Yu sipped the tea in the cup, and his eyelashes were leaving a shadow on his face.

He didn't say a word, but it was acquiescence.

"Why?"

"Feng Ziying has some thoughts about you." He finally said.

"Have some thoughts? I am a refugee. What sort of thoughts can he have for me?" Lin Xiaocha murmured.

Han Yu: ...

After a while, he said, "He wants you to be a concubine."

Lin Xiaocha's face suddenly turned pale, and she shrank back in fear, "So you saved me yesterday?"

Han Yu put down the teacup and continued, "Whether you are willing to be with him, you should choose when you are sober."

After he finished speaking, Lin Xiaocha didn't speak for a while.

Han Yu's eyes lightened a bit. It seemed that he was nosy.

After a long time, Lin Xiaocha whispered, "Since when can I choose?"

Her tone was helpless.

Han Yu turned his eyes to look at her. The tears in her eyes moved back and forth. She was staring blankly in front of her, but there was no focus in her eyes.

She was like a piece of driftwood in the ocean that can't dominate its own ups and downs.

"Here, when the City Lord said I would live, then I will live. If the City Lord said I would die, then I will die. You saved me last night, but what can I do if you are not here?"

Han Yu put down the teacup in his hand, thinking that she regarded him as her brother last night. It looked like she was looking for someone to rely on.

"I'll take you out of Dongling City."

Lin Xiaocha was delighted in her heart. She was just waiting for these words.

She looked very hesitant on her face, and her small hands clenched holding her skirt.

Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind, wiped the tears from her eyes, and cautiously said, "Thank you, Xianjun, I am sorry to trouble you."

Finally, she was willing to call him "Xianjun" again instead of directly calling "you."

Han Yu glanced at her and said, "Go wash and change clothes."

He was clean, and his five senses were sensitive. Even during the short walk with her last night, he didn't like the smell of wine on her.

Lin Xiaocha did not leave immediately. Instead, she made his messy bed and folded the quilt.

"Xianjun, I have something to do first. I may come back later. Can you wait for me?"

He nodded in agreement. As for where she went or what happened, he didn't care.

Until he heard that she went to General Zuo with a token.

Unexpectedly, after just a short journey, the general gave her his identity token so that she could pass through the city.

She asked him to wait for her, but she actually went to meet another man.

He put down the teacup with a snap, then turned around and went back to the chaise longue to lie down again.

After not too long, he heard her voice returning with the general.

General Zuo didn't say a word. Even his breathing sounded dull.

Lin Xiaocha was also very quiet.

Finally, General Zuo couldn't help but said, "Xiaocha girl, do you must go?"

"What's the matter, General?"

The two people walking side by side fell into silence for a while.

General Zuo finally spoke, "I..."

Lin Xiaocha let out an "um?" to show that she was listening carefully.

General Zuo blushed, and he was heaving for the first time in his life.

"In fact, the outside is not much better than Dongling City. I heard it is very hot in summer." He gripped the hilt of his sword with his cocooned hand and finally squeezed out some words.

"Really?" Xiaocha looked at the gray sky, "but I am more afraid of winter."

This is true. Her family was reluctant to turn on the heater to save electricity. When it was winter, she was too cold and afraid to take a bath. When she was a child, she was full of frostbite every time she had to take a bath.

Seeing General Zuo not speaking, she smiled and said, "There are people like General in Dongling City, and it will definitely get better and better."

General Zuo blushed and scratched his head, "People in the city like you very much."

"Really?"

"I, I..." When the guards on patrol went away, he stopped, and Lin Xiaocha also stopped.

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"General, what's the matter?"

His face flushed, and the palm of his hand that was holding a sword was all sweaty. "I actually like you quite a lot..."

At this time, Han Yu on the chaise longue slowly opened his eyes.

"Really"? "Lin Xiaocha smiled, and her eyes were bent, "I also like General very much!"

Han Yu frowned his eyebrows. His eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still closed his eyes. Soon, his brows were stretched out.

What does it have anything to do with me?

He liked to be alone. If she stayed in Dongling City because of this, he would be more at ease.

General Zuo's brain was bombarded, "Really, really?"

Lin Xiaocha nodded earnestly, "I used to have an older brother who was like the General. I liked him the most when I was a kid."

General Zuo: "Ah ......"

In order to alleviate the embarrassment, he then scratched his head and said in a small voice, "So it was like this."

"Can I call you brother?" Lin Xiaocha looked at him expectantly.

"This, this... Of course, you can." After he agreed, he drooped his head and sighed, rubbing the sweat from his palms on his clothes.

Han Yu, who lowered his eyes: ...

It seems that he had been thinking too much. She hadn't understood anything about men and women.

But since she didn't have that kind of meaning, why did she call General Zuo to her room?

She didn't let General Zuo enter her room but wrapped all the rewards in a piece of cloth.

"Brother General, please help me change these things into winter clothes and distribute them to the refugees. Only if I give them to you can I rest assured."

General Zuo looked at her in surprise. He knew that these things are all a huge temptation for any refugee who suffers from poverty.

In fact, Lin Xiaocha is no exception. She loves money very much and can't wait to take everything away.

But her true identity here was not a refugee girl but Lin Wu, the daughter of the City Lord of Banxia City. As soon as she returns to Banxia City, these things don't count for her. She could have as much as she wants.

Moreover, Feng Ziying himself has that kind of meaning to her. If she still kept the things he sent, it would lower her image in the male protagonist's heart.

It's better to take these things to the refugees, took a wave of favorability points, and consolidate her simple and kind little white flowers image.

Lin Xiaocha added, "These are the things from the City Lord, but we can't pretend to be the City Lord to donate in his name, so please be sure to make it clear that these are rewards from the City Lord. I was just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. This way, the City Lord will not be embarrassed."

General Zuo has a straightforward character, so when someone asked who donated these rewards, he will naturally not take credit and will truthfully answer that it was Lin Xiaocha.

General Zuo looked at her, "Xiaocha, you are really kind-hearted."

Han Yu's eyes gradually softened, and he closed his eyes again.

Soon, Lin Xiaocha came in with joy.

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Seeing Han Yu resting with his eyes closed, she closed the door gently. She sat on the stool and waiting for him without saying a word.

Han Yu slowly opened his eyes.

"Xianjun, did I wake you up?"

He sat up without answering. He looked at the girl, sitting in front of him with a bright face. Her gentle brows could not hide joy.

"Xianjun, shouldn't you ask me why I am so happy?"

The little girl finally couldn't hold back her words.

"You tell me." Han Yu's faint tone was gentle.

Lin Xiaocha was really not a good person, and she has never done good things without leaving a name. She was not the heroine who was abused in the literary works. If she did good things, all the credit was taken by the female supporting character.

Doing a good thing without being known to her was the same as not doing it.

Lin Xiaocha sat down, "I asked General Zuo to exchange the things from the city lord to buy winter clothes and distribute them to the refugees."

She sat in front of him, her clear eyes shining brightly.

"Then?"

"Xianjun, shouldn't you praise me?"

"Goodness that you wanted people to know. It is not true goodness." He said so, but his eyes were very soft.

Lin Xiaocha blushed when he said that. She pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "I am not the same as Xianjun. I don't have such a high level of consciousness."

Han Yu stood up and turned his back to her.

Such an innocent girl, she was not a scheming person.

He moved his gaze to her face, "That night, it was my fault."