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"Oh no, someone has fallen off the cliff?" Perhaps frightened by the snake, Spiritual Incense cried out loud. When Jinse arrived and saw Spiritual Incense sitting on the ground in tears, there was no trace of Fengyin to be found.
Feeling panicked, she walked to the edge of the broken wall and looked down. Remembering how Fengyin had noticed her shivering from the cold and had given her medicine, she couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes at the thought that Fengyin was now missing.
Hibiscus and the others had all gained a lot from their journey and were returning with full hands. Hearing the cries, they hurriedly rode over.
"What happened?" Hibiscus felt a sudden jolt of unease.
Jinse raised her tear-filled eyes to Xuan Li and said, "We came up the mountain to enjoy the scenery. We were tired and stopped by the roadside, but then we heard Spiritual Incense calling for help. Fengyin went ahead first. On the way, I heard Spiritual Incense crying out that someone had fallen off the cliff, but when we arrived, Fengyin was nowhere to be found." She was genuinely heartbroken; having been raised in a secluded environment, she had never witnessed life-and-death situations.
"What?" Hibiscus sat frozen on her horse, hearing the sound of her world collapsing.
"Spiritual Incense, you must tell us what happened!" Xuan Li asked with intense focus. They had come out together for a fun outing, yet someone had lost their life.
"Brother," Spiritual Incense cried out, clearly shaken. "I was scared by a snake. When she came over, that snake had already slithered away down below." She pointed towards the cliff and continued, "That maid had malicious intent and wanted to harm me; she tried to push me down." Crying out, Spiritual Incense appeared genuinely terrified as she recounted the events. "Later, that snake came back and bit her; she lost her footing and fell down. Wuwuwu, Brother."
How could this be? Hibiscus couldn't believe it; such a beautiful person could perish just like that. Was it truly so? A beauty like this would never be seen again?
"You’re talking nonsense," Hibiscus said angrily.
"I'm not!" Spiritual Incense waved her arms and legs as if going mad, looking very much like someone who had just returned from the brink of death.
Everyone else didn't know Fengyin well enough to fully dismiss her claims and began to believe her words to some extent.
Only Jinse and Xuan Li frowned in concern.
For a moment, no one spoke. Hibiscus knelt at the edge of the cliff, sorrow spreading through her. At that moment, only red clouds filled the sky while a gentle wind blew by, sounding like weeping.
"I will go find her." With that, Hibiscus leaped down.
Her white robe fluttered as Gentle Breeze caressed her veil, obscuring her face. Fengyin soared upwards and saw Hibiscus in white; he also saw her expression filled with deep emotion that moved him profoundly. She wrapped her arms around his waist for support at the cliff's edge, and together they appeared before everyone. Fengyin glanced indifferently at the sobbing Spiritual Incense while Hibiscus merely cast a calm glance before disregarding everyone else and embracing Fengyin tightly. The joy of having him back enveloped her completely. If she hadn't had Yun Zhongzi as her master, wouldn’t she have perished here today? Would he not have lost her forever?
"Truly hidden talents. Jin Zhi has such lightness in her movements, and this young lady is also impressive," Mel exclaimed in shock.
Xuan Li couldn't help but narrow his eyes; the Mu Family members were surprisingly formidable.
Jinse was still in shock, looking at everything with tear-filled eyes.
Fengyin was unharmed by the snake bite, and the lies of Spiritual Incense fell apart.
"I must have seen it wrong; it turns out the snake didn't bite her," Spiritual Incense waved his hand and started to head back.
"Everyone, let's go home. We're having barbecue," Hibiscus didn't lose her temper but kept it in her heart.
Xuan Li took a deep look at Hibiscus before turning his horse around and leaving.
"Thank you," Hibiscus said to Fengyin, whose eyes were only on her at that moment.
Fengyin looked at him in confusion; she should be the one thanking him. Hibiscus held Zhu Feng, while Fengyin helped Jinse up from the ground.
"How did you do that?" She was quite startled this time.
Fengyin smiled but didn't speak. When she was at Misty Mountain, she often went to the cliff base to gather herbs, so saving herself wasn't difficult.
Jinse resolved to keep her distance from Spiritual Incense in the future to avoid being harmed; she certainly didn't possess any miraculous abilities nor did she have a lover willing to jump off a cliff to save her.
Without you, I wouldn't exist; if you're not here, how can I live alone?
Generations of beauties are like dreams; after waking, only legends remain.
Perhaps fearing that Fengyin would reveal the truth, while everyone feasted on meat, Spiritual Incense gave her own rabbit leg to Fengyin, looking at her royal brother with a pitiful expression, as if she were a child. Hibiscus, without making a fuss, took the roasted meat from Fengyin's hands and threw it away, then offered her the one she had personally roasted. Fengyin ate without care; by now, Hibiscus truly confirmed that she could eat well. Not hurriedly but steadily, taking small bites; if only she knew that she had already devoured an entire roasted lamb by herself.
Several men raised their cups, enjoying their food and drink together merrily.
"Jinse Girl, why don't you sing a song to match the mood?" Mel dared not ask Fengyin again. Firstly, he didn't know her name and how to call her; secondly, if she said she forgot again, he would have nowhere to hide his face; thirdly, the couple was enjoying their meal together, and he felt it would be rude to interrupt.
Jinse sang a widely known tune from the Heavenly Xuan Empire.
Lady, Lady.
Le Xi, Le Xi.
Lady, Lady.
Sadness, oh sadness.
For the one who understands me, I will adorn myself.
Lost in this affection, I cannot escape.
The man seated there enjoyed this song about a woman's infatuation. They were all young, at the age of blossoming feelings. Even a noble like Emperor Xuan Li has desires for love. In this song, with blurred eyes from intoxication, one can't help but imagine if that ethereal Beauty were the woman in the song, sharing joys and sorrows, how wonderful it would be.
That girl is not in love, and that young man is not infatuated.
Even if years pass by, it would be like an old dream in the mortal world.
Everyone present felt this way, except for Fengyin, who was lost in her food.
"Is there a song about pursuing women?" Mel asked.
"Ah," Fengyin softly exclaimed as her meat fell onto the grass. She hurriedly picked it up and was about to eat it when Hibiscus, with a gentle expression, took it from her and ate it himself, saying, "You sing."
Fengyin blinked; sing?
"Yes, yes, please sing a song, young lady," Mel urged, while Zhu Qing pretended to listen attentively.
Fengyin lowered her head and thought for a moment; she began to feel nervous again. Hibiscus patted her stiff back. She took a hearty bite of the roasted meat in her hand to boost her confidence.
Seeing that Fengyin was about to sing, Mel quickly added, "This song about pursuing women is offered as a gift to the princess." Truly loving someone means never finding fault with them, even if they are not as perfect as imagined. Princess Lingxiang looked up in surprise and blushed slightly.
Being publicly professed love, it was her first experience.
Fengyin also smiled beneath the veil.
The reeds are lush and green, white dew like frost;
The so-called Beloved is on the other side of the water;
Tracing back to follow, the path is obstructed and long;
Tracing forward to follow, it seems right in the center of the water.
The reeds are vibrant and green, white dew not yet dried;
The so-called Beloved is by the bank of the water;
Tracing back to follow, the path is obstructed and steep;
Tracing forward to follow, it seems on a sandbank in the water.
The reeds are flourishing, white dew not yet ceased;
The so-called Beloved is by the edge of the water;
Tracing back to follow, the path is obstructed and to the right;
Tracing forward to follow, it seems on an islet in the water.
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