The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss

Shen Yanxiao looked at Qi Xia in shock. Xiao Yan and Shen Jue were her covers, and other than their physiques, there was nothing similar between both of them. Otherwise, she would not have been able to enter the Archer Division. So how did those lads discover the similarities between her two identities?

She realized that they were not there by chance. She remembered that Tang Nazhi was asleep when she left the dormitory, but he was dressed neatly at that moment. They must have had their suspicions for a while, and they merely waited for her to make a mistake.

She had thoroughly exposed herself that night.

“If I have to guess, I would say that you are also the warlock that Ouyang Huanyu is looking for, right?” Qi Xiao smiled as he looked at Shen Yanxiao. His slender physique seemed exceptional upright under the moonlight, but his perfect smile appeared different.

As Qi Xia revealed his guesses, Yan Yu, Yang Xi, and Tang Nazhi shifted their gaze onto Shen Yanxiao simultaneously.

It was apparent that they had the same suspicions for quite some time.

Tang Nazhi’s expression seemed particularly complicated. He looked as if he wanted to hold Qi Xia back from challenging questions, but he also wanted to understand more about his good brother. To put it simply, he looked as if he wanted to speak, but his doubts stayed his tongue.

Shen Yanxiao froze as she looked at her four friends. They had treated her well from the start of their friendship, and if they had not been there that night, she would have landed in Ouyang Huanyu’s trap. It was similar to what had happened during the test. Qi Xia and Tang Nazhi had managed to put up an excellent performance to help her cover her tracks then too.

Should she confess?

Shen Yanxiao could not make up her mind. She knew that the four of them were not ordinary peasants. They were from the great aristocratic families, and if she were to inherit the Vermillion Bird Family, would they be her friends or foe?

No one could tell the future.

Silence enveloped the Saint Laurent Academy’s garden. The four young lads kept their gazes on Shen Yanxiao, and all of them waited for her answer.

Shen Yanxiao pursed her lips. If she cast a curse, then she should be able to escape that predicament. She did not know why, but she did not want to attack the people who had treated her so well.

While Shen Yanxiao struggled internally, Tang Nazhi suddenly walked to her side. He scratched his head in frustration and then pulled her into her arms.

“Forget it. If Little Jue doesn’t want to tell us, then let’s not force him. He must have had his reasons for doing what he did. Why do we need to ask about it? Don’t tell me you think his identities would cause conflicts in our friendship?” Tang Nazhi had a great relationship with Shen Yanxiao since the term started. Even though it looked as if he took care of her, he knew that it was Shen Yanxiao who had helped him with his herbalism studies. Otherwise, he would have been kicked out of the violet class.

“So what if he really is Xiao Yan? Or a warlock? Don’t forget if it wasn’t for her, none of us would have made it into the violet class.” He did not like to see Shen Yanxiao so troubled as he was too used to her cheerful disposition. It was weird for him to see her at a loss.

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That was not the first time that Tang Nazhi had held Shen Yanxiao’s shoulders. However, it was the first time that she felt his warmth.