"Oh. Then how will you repay me at that time?" Chu Yicheng heard her words and suddenly became very interested, smiling playfully and asking.

  "The young master wants me to repay him, I will repay him." Yan Xijun said respectfully. Since childhood, he knew that if someone showed him kindness, he would return it with gratitude. How could he be ungrateful for saving his life?

  Her so cute appearance made Chu Yicheng have a wicked thought, making him want to see her clearly. So he leaned forward and quickly moved closer to her.

  Feeling the danger approaching, Yan Xijun raised her head and saw him coming over without warning. Frightened, she whispered: "Young Master, what do you want to do?"

  "I won't hurt you. I just want to see your face." Chu Yicheng gave a wicked smile, reaching out his hand to brush aside her hair on her forehead.

  "Don't." Her subconscious hand blocked his incoming hand. Yan Xijun knew that her left cheek had been grazed by the charred wooden beam, and estimated that her face was already ruined. Since ancient times, women have never wanted their ugly faces to be seen by others.

  Yan Xijun was no exception. Although she didn't care much about appearance issues, she still had some concerns.

  "Hmph, no one can resist me, and you're no exception." Chu Yicheng was a skilled martial artist and easily subdued her. He gently lifted the hair on her forehead with his fingers.

  Yan Xijun resignedly closed her eyes. Who would have thought? After finally escaping the palace, she encountered bad luck and met with misfortune again and again, running into bad people one after another.

  The lifesaver in front of me looks like a talented person, but his behavior is so frivolous. Is he another bad guy?

  Chu Yicheng quickly parted the hair that was covering her face, and the stark contrast on both sides left him momentarily stunned. Even someone as worldly as he was had a hard time believing it for a moment. After a brief pause, he burst out laughing and put down her hair.

  Yan Xijun heard his piercing laughter, angrily opened her eyes, and glared at him. Wasn't he openly mocking her?

  "Haha, interesting, interesting. Ugly on the left side of the face, stunning on the right side." Chu Yicheng smiled and said with some regret: "If your left face hadn't been ruined, you would definitely be a stunning beauty who could topple cities and states. What a pity."

  She didn't want to bother with such a frivolous man. Just look at his extraordinary attire and dignified appearance. It's better to leave him alone, the less you interact with him, the safer you'll be.

  She ignored him, so Chu Yicheng's anger grew thinner. He leaned in closer to her body, his fingers pinching her chin, forcing her to look up at his eyes. "I'm talking to you, how do you treat the person who saved your life? Hmm..."

  "You... want... how..." Yan Xijun stuttered, looking at him. Suddenly felt he was very terrifying. Especially those eyes were frightening. The gloomy pupils made people dare not look straight.

  "From now on, every question I ask you, you must answer me honestly."

  Yan Xijun reluctantly nodded.

  "Honestly, 'hand over' and tell me who you are. What is your identity..."

  At these words, Yan Xikun secretly made a mental note. His true identity was definitely not something that could be revealed. What kind of fake identity should he use to gloss over the situation?

  She didn't see her respond. Chu Yicheng's grip tightened. He stared at her intently: "Speak quickly."

  Yan Xijun looked up at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes and said, "I was originally the daughter of a merchant family from the western suburbs. Last night, our store caught fire unexpectedly. My father, who relied on me for survival, sacrificed himself to save me and died in the flames. As a result, I became a weak and helpless orphan. I had planned to leave the city to rely on relatives, but unfortunately encountered bandits here. Fortunately, I was rescued by you, sir, and escaped a life of misery."

  All this nonsense was fabricated by Yan Xikun. Anyway, the western suburbs are far away from here. He won't go to investigate his true identity specially.

  "Oh, is that so." Chu Yicheng smiled. In fact, he didn't believe her words. He parted the hair on her left cheek and raised an eyebrow to ask: "Is this wound on your face from last night's fire?"

  "Yes. It was an emergency. I didn't even have time to put on makeup." Yan Xijun covered the wound on her cheek with her hand, speaking expressionlessly.

  Chu Yicheng let her go, took out a small bottle from his arms and threw it to her. "This is a special ointment for burns. Little girl, don't leave scars on your face."

  Yan Xijun silently took it over and silently wiped her face with it.

  "You're quite trusting of me, aren't you? You're not afraid that this cream will disfigure you." Chu Yicheng said with interest as he looked at her. Was she truly confident in herself or was she just so innocent?

  Yan Xijun stopped the action in his hand, looked at him and said: "If this 'medicine' cream is disfiguring, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the left side of my face has already been ruined."

  "Hmm, you're quite open-minded. By the way, you haven't told me your name yet."

  Yan Xijun murmured for a moment before saying: "Yan'er."

  He had just finished speaking when a sneeze suddenly burst out uncontrollably, spraying saliva all over the person's face in front of him.

  "Ah, young master. Sorry." Yan Xijun hurriedly used her sleeve to help him wipe his face. This time it wasn't intentional. She was flustered and helped him wipe the saliva from his face. She feared he would get angry.

  Chu Yicheng indeed hated it and waved his hand away. Her wet sleeves wiping her face made him even more uncomfortable. Originally having a cleanliness habit, he was splashed with her saliva on his face. He became even angrier. He scolded: "If it weren't for Mei Fei wanting to save you, I would have taken your life by now."

  "Who is this? Is he the one who saved me?" Yan Xijun looked at him with doubt. So, it was not this demon-like man who had saved her life after all.

  "Mo is one of my subordinates. Although it was he who saved you, without my permission, he wouldn't have dared to save you. In the end, your lifesaver is me."

  Chu Yicheng said, "Since you've mentioned before that you want to repay me, from now on, don't call me 'young master', address me as 'master'. You are now my slave, so listen carefully to my orders."

  Yan Xijun smiled bitterly. Thinking of herself as a noble imperial concubine, now she had become a servant at others' beck and call. How pitiful.

  Forget it. Since I'm a servant, I'll just be a servant. Anyway, no deadline was mentioned. One day, I'll find an opportunity to slip away. Anyway, he doesn't even know his true identity. Even if I run away, he won't be able to find me.

  "How about not making a sound and being unwilling to be my slave."

  "No, I am willing." Yan Xijun hastily replied respectfully. Having seen many slaves in the palace, she now referred to herself as a slave and said it very naturally.

  "Ah, now you're listening. Chu Yicheng casually pulled out one of his own clothes from his bag and handed it to Yan Xijun, ordering: "Take it and change into it, throw away those wet clothes."

  Yan Xijun blankly took over the clothes and asked incredulously: "Change... here?"

  "Not here, then where?" Chu Yicheng looked at her, his expression even more puzzled than hers.

  "But you're here." Summoning up courage, Yan Xijun raised this issue that needed to be resolved.

  Men and women do not give or receive things directly from each other. Let her change clothes in front of a strange man. I would rather die than change my clothes.

  "Hey, you still don't dare change clothes in front of me?" Chu Yicheng sneered: "I'm your master, what I want you to do, you have to do."

  "You have to change, whether you like it or not. You think you can defy my orders."