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However, even if I really fell into their trap this time and was forced to marry Fu Yihang, what of it? I’m just afraid that on the Wedding Night, it will be Fu Yihang who drinks the Death-Ending Drink, not me!
“I don’t regret it; this is all my own doing,” Yun Kexin said coldly with sarcasm. “It’s just a pity that this time it’s another Fruitless Effort for her. However, I won’t let her ‘design’ me so easily!”
Yun Kexin's response was calm and restrained, almost as if she were talking to herself. There was no intense emotion, but Yin Xiao could hear the hatred lurking behind her calm words—a kind of hostility and murderous intent that couldn’t be released or resolved. What could it be? It sounded chilling in this dark, empty well.
“Miss, what happened?” Yin Xiao unconsciously wanted to care for this woman he had just met. He asked gently, “Why are you being plotted against? And with such despicable means!”
Since she chose such a disgraceful method, there couldn’t be just one woman involved; there must be another man as well. Perhaps he hadn’t appeared yet because the time wasn’t right? Just thinking about it was frightening. If he hadn’t happened to arrive and inadvertently “replaced” some scoundrel, this girl would truly have faced a disaster!
“It’s not surprising; people use whatever means they have, don’t they?” Yun Kexin continued with a flat tone of sarcasm. “If she didn’t use underhanded tactics, I’d be surprised.”
Yin Xiao was astonished by Yun Kexin's tranquility. She was neither hot nor cold, yet he found himself at a loss for words.
Suddenly remembering a friend who needed his help, he became somewhat anxious.
“No, I have important matters to attend to; I must find a way to leave here,” Yin Xiao said as he struck the ground with his fist in frustration. “Considering the young lady’s reputation, it’s also not suitable to stay here for long.”
Yun Kexin slapped her forehead—she had been so caught up in her own self-pity that she almost forgot about the important matters at hand.
“Sir, do you have attendants with you?” Yun Kexin decided to discuss with Yin Xiao but didn’t want to pry into his personal affairs. She spoke cautiously, “From your attire, you don’t seem like an ordinary person; you should have servants accompanying you. How did you end up separated?”
“I have four attendants, but they didn’t get lost,” Yin Xiao replied without revealing his purpose for being there. “They are searching for someone separately; I didn’t let them follow me.”
Yun Kexin lowered her head in thought and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She looked up and asked, “Sir, do you usually have a signal for when you get lost? Like a whistle or code word that you both know?”
Yin Xiao inhaled sharply, stunned for a moment before realizing, “Yes! The leaves!”
"Leaves?" Yun Kexin was taken aback, not understanding the meaning, and asked, "What do you mean, young master?"
"Miss, could you help me check if there are any leaves in this dry well? If you find any, please hand them to me," Feng Yinxiao said with a hint of laughter in his voice. "I have a use for them."
"Alright, young master." Yun Kexin smiled and lowered her head, placing her hands on the ground to feel around.
Feng Yinxiao did the same, squatting there and searching with his hands.
"Young master, I found one," Yun Kexin said with a smile. Since she couldn't see where Feng Yinxiao was, she could only hold up a leaf in the pitch-black dry well and ask, "Where are you?"
"Miss, I'm right here," Feng Yinxiao replied with a smile as he extended his hand. "Give it to me."
However, he suddenly felt a cool and soft sensation in his palm—he had inadvertently touched Yun Kexin's face. He froze for a moment and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Yun Kexin also felt a bit embarrassed. At her age, apart from the men in her family, he was the first to touch her face. Fortunately, the darkness of the dry well concealed their expressions; otherwise, it would have been too awkward.
Just as he was about to retract his hand, she grasped his hand and placed the leaf in his palm.
Yun Kexin's action surprised and touched Feng Yinxiao; it was like a flicker of candlelight illuminating his heart—she was truly an understanding and open-minded woman. If it were someone else, they would surely have slapped him.
"Miss, please wait a moment." Feng Yinxiao stood up with the leaf that Yun Kexin had picked up.
Then, a pleasant rustling sound of leaves echoed from within the dry well, melodious and lingering, resembling a clear spring bubbling in a tranquil mountain or the sweet chirping of nightingales during their breeding season at night.
Yun Kexin found herself somewhat entranced by it...
Fu Yihang grew increasingly annoyed as he walked alongside Yun Ran at the foot of the mountain. He had asked Yun Ran countless times along the way, but she refused to answer—she was simply feeling guilty because her intention was to buy time. Naturally, she would find excuses not to return and even made up stories about Yun Kexin in front of Fu Yihang, claiming how she had "seduced Young Master Tong" in the capital with her "flirtatious behavior." However, not a single word caught Fu Yihang's interest. As dusk gradually deepened, he finally realized he had been deceived.
"You despicable person! Bastard!" At a forest intersection, Fu Yihang suddenly stood up from a rock, furious and spitting venomous words, "Just wait until I get my hands on you!"
He turned around and rushed back, while Yun Ran stumbled after him, her voice sharp.
"Brother Fu, listen to me, Seventh Sister is really not worth it. She is 'water-like'—"
"Get lost! Get lost! Get lost!" Fu Yihang shouted in anger, pushing Yun Ran hard and running off without looking back.
Meanwhile, several attendants of Yin Xiao heard the rustling leaves and quickly made their way here with lanterns. However, when they arrived, they found no sign of the Young Lord. Looking at the scattered firewood and scorch marks on the ground, they concluded that he must have been here. He was not a man who would break his word, and his skills were exceptional; it was impossible for him to be in trouble.
They turned their attention to a nearby wooden cabin, approaching with suspicion. They soon heard pleasant rustling sounds coming from inside, growing louder.
"Not good, the Young Lord must be inside," one attendant shouted. "Quickly break down the door!"
The attendant drew his sword and quickly chopped off the door lock before kicking it open. As he shone the lantern inside, a large collapse was revealed before their eyes. One attendant instinctively wanted to jump down, but another stopped him with a gesture for silence, crouching down carefully and calling out with his head down:
"Young Lord, Young Lord, are you down there?"
In the trap below, Yin Xiao and Yun Kexin heard the call and knew help had arrived; they couldn't contain their joy.
Yin Xiao responded, "It is I, and there is also a young lady here. Please throw down the rope from your pack and hold onto the other end."
"Yes, Young Lord, please wait."
The attendant responsible for carrying the pack took out a rope and tossed one end into the dry well—this was some equipment they had brought along that initially seemed unnecessary but was now proving useful. He truly admired the Young Lord's meticulous planning.
"Miss, hold onto the rope and climb up. I'll follow after you," Yin Xiao said with a smile as he handed the rope to Yun Kexin. "Take your time."
Yun Kexin did not feel shy, only nodding and smiling: "Thank you, young master."
She then grabbed the rope and climbed up. Another attendant, seeing someone emerging, pulled her up. Soon after, Yin Xiao effortlessly leaped out from the well, which surprised Yun Kexin.
The attendants did not pay attention to Yun Kexin and turned their focus to Yin Xiao, expressing their guilt:
"Young Lord, are you alright? It is our fault for being late."
"It's nothing," Yin Xiao waved his hand as if he was not in the mood to dwell on it, speaking in a deep voice, "Let's go down."
Everyone descended one after another. When they reached the open area from before, several attendants raised the lanterns in front of Yin Xiao, illuminating his face. It was then that Yun Kexin clearly saw his appearance—dressed in a dark robe with blue floral patterns and a round collar, he stood tall and elegant. His hair flowed in the night breeze, nearly dark blue, and his refined face resembled jade, accentuating his pair of bright black eyes. Yun Kexin had never seen eyes so dark, bright, and lively yet filled with vigilance and sharpness. His thin lips parted slightly as if ready to argue at any moment. Despite the earlier turmoil, there was no trace of weariness on his face; the gentlemanly demeanor remained undiminished.
"Miss, may I ask where you live?" Yin Xiao glanced at Yun Kexin politely and said, "I can escort you part of the way."
"I..." Yun Kexin was so focused on observing Yin Xiao that she snapped back to reality. She felt conflicted about whether to tell him the truth or if it would be more appropriate to walk back alone. "Young master, if it’s not too much trouble, you only need to accompany me to the center of the market."
Yin Xiao remembered he had urgent matters to attend to and did not engage in pleasantries. He thought he would visit her residence later after taking care of business, so he followed Yun Kexin's suggestion. However, halfway there, they encountered Fu Yihang and several servants rushing towards them. In the light of the lanterns, Fu Yihang recognized Yun Kexin and ran up excitedly without caring about the crowd around them. He grabbed Yun Kexin's hand and exclaimed:
"Seventh Sister! Seventh Sister! There you are; you scared me!" Fu Yihang said with a trembling voice filled with anger. "That wretched Yun Ran deceived me terribly; are you alright?"
"Cousin, I'm fine," Yun Kexin said awkwardly as she shook off Fu Yihang's hand to distance herself. "Where is Elder Sister Five?"
Fu Yihang suddenly realized that there were people around Yun Kexin and awkwardly lowered his hand while pointing behind him in disgust. "They will catch up soon... Seventh Sister, who are they?"
"How dare you! Upon seeing our Young Lord, you do not kneel!" One of the attendants noticed that Fu Yihang seemed unaware of Yin Xiao's presence and angrily confronted him.
Fu Yihang haughtily straightened his face and casually replied, "This Heir Apparent kneels to the Emperor and bows to my father and mother; there is no reason to kneel before other officials."
"You!" The attendant was furious and was about to draw his sword when Feng Yin Xiao gestured to stop him.
"The Heir Apparent is absolutely right, we must not be rude," Feng Yin Xiao said with a graceful smile. "May I ask who your esteemed father is?"
"Fu Yueze, the King of Han!" Fu Yihang confidently stated his name.
Feng Yin Xiao was taken aback; the person before him was someone he had been wanting to inquire about from the King of Han's residence. This made things much simpler.
"Oh, the King of Han? The one recently conferred by His Majesty this year, congratulations," Feng Yin Xiao smiled, but there was no flattery in his tone as he subtly changed the subject. "May I ask if there is a Seventh Sister in your household named 'Yun Kexin'?"
Both Fu Yihang and Yun Kexin were stunned, exchanging glances before looking back at Feng Yin Xiao, unsure of why he was asking. Yun Kexin was even more astonished: could it be that his earlier statement about having important matters was related to her?
"This is the Seventh Sister, and she is also my cousin," Fu Yihang replied to Feng Yin Xiao despite his reluctance to acknowledge any Young Lord. He pointed at Yun Kexin and asked, "What is your business?"
Feng Yin Xiao was momentarily speechless, then his gaze turned to Yun Kexin, a glimmer of surprise flashing in his obsidian-like eyes: she is the Seventh Sister? Yun Kexin?
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