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"Little did I know that good times would not last long. One day, he held me tightly under the clear blue sky and said, 'This will definitely be a book that goes down in history in the Great Xuan Empire.' For three whole years, he compiled numerous historical records, reviewed famous historical contributions, and wrote a grand historical narrative from the united resistance of the Five Great Families to the reforms of the Former Emperor. While others took half a lifetime to write half a history, he accomplished it in three years of tireless effort. During those three years, he finally stepped out of that deep courtyard, wanting to take a boat ride and enjoy wine with friends. As we drifted on our small boat, he said that friends would come uninvited. I still remember his smile from that time..."
"Yun'er, this is Ying Wuxie, the young master of Yingyue Villa." Feng Bile walked towards the bow of the boat with Song Yun, who was carrying the wine. There stood a man in black, facing the wind with his hands behind his back, gazing at the scenery on the river.
He turned around and shook his head lightly with a smile, "Bile, you made me search for you."
"Wuxie, it's been a long time. I've missed you." Feng Bile patted his friend's shoulder. "I'm about to get married soon; let's drink then."
"Is that so?" Ying Wuxie only smiled, unable to discern what kind of smile it was.
"Yun'er? What's wrong with you?" Sensing something off about Song Yun, Feng Bile asked with concern.
"From that first glance, I fell in love with Ying Wuxie, hopelessly in love with him. I candidly told Feng Bile that my mother always acted like a man and disliked dragging things out. Since I made my decision, I didn't want to delay him. That night, he burned three years of hard work; I knew he had given up on gaining the Song Family's approval and thus gave up on being with me. Regarding my sudden feelings for Ying Wuxie, I couldn't control myself, which led to you. Although I couldn't comprehend my love for Ying Wuxie, he was gentle and affectionate towards me. I listened to him and no longer met with Feng Bile. Ying Wuxie said, 'I promised Bile to take good care of you; I will treat you well. You hurt his heart; it's better not to see him again.' One day, Ying Wuxie said Bile was coming to another courtyard to drink with him and asked me to return to the Song Family. That day, for some reason, I particularly wanted to see Bile even just from afar. So I sneaked back to the other courtyard; Ying Wuxie and Bile were drinking heavily together until Bile was completely drunk..."
"Why can't I love who I want or get what I desire? Why do I love you while you ask me to take good care of another woman?" Ying Wuxie swirled his drink in his glass and gently caressed Feng Bile's cheek, his eyes filled with intense affection and pain.
"From that day on, I no longer met either of them again, although deep down I still harbored profound love for Ying Wuxie. Since your birth, your mother hasn't held you properly because I've resented your father; in this intertwining of love and hate, I've resented him for ten whole years. When you were six years old, you fell gravely ill; even the imperial doctors were helpless against it. Your mother could only carry you while quietly wiping her tears. Do you know how it ended up getting better?" Song Yun looked affectionately at Jinse; it was their first time being so close as mother and daughter.
"Was it my father?" Jinse only remembered the man in black.
"Yes, your father is Feng Bile; his love for you surpassed that of your biological father. Back then, Bile used an ancestral secret technique to transfer your illness into himself; how foolish he was! But without his foolishness, I would have lost my daughter. At that time, your mother couldn't bear to part with you. In this life, I've owed him too much; the illness left in your father's body was suppressed by him for four years before finally breaking out. He died—his organs decayed beyond recognition. He had always stayed in the courtyard where he wrote back then and never returned to Fengyue Mountain Villa; he passed away there. With my political duties keeping me busy, when I found time to visit him, I didn't know it was already several days after his death. At that moment, I awakened to reality. It turned out I hadn't truly loved Ying Wuxie; I had merely fallen under his spell. In this life, your mother has only loved one person—your father, Feng Bile—and has only hated one person—your father, Ying Wuxie."
"Mother, is it true?" Has the father who saved her all those years ago really passed away?
"Jinse, he is your biological father. You may not hate him, but you must understand that your love for him is due to a delusion! Jinse, do you know? Your father died for you." Tears welled in Song Yun's eyes; every time she thought of Feng Bile, her hatred for Ying Wuxie deepened.
"Mom... I don't want this. I feel so sad inside, sob sob..." Jinse buried her face in Song Yun's embrace and cried uncontrollably.
"Don't expect your biological father to love you, because he only loves men." Song Yun patted Jinse's back. "Cry it out; it will be alright. But if you keep crying like this, when you become the Empress Mother, you can't act like this." Song Yun said indulgently, tears finally falling from her eyes. She had lived more than half her life, but her daughter was just beginning.
"Young Master Ying, it's already very late. You can't get drunk anymore; there's no need to force yourself to drink more." Fengyin remained where she was, arms crossed, as the night breeze felt quite chilly.
"Thank you." Ying Wuxie set down his wine glass and looked at Fengyin with his enchanting red eyes.
Fengyin shook her head and left silently.
"What could I do back then? The first time I stepped out of the Demon Realm, I met you; the first time I entered the Mortal Realm, I met her. I didn't even know a woman could fall in love with me. Song Yun was the first woman I encountered. For your sake, I took care of her, even though I didn't like women; I pretended to love her deeply. But I love you; you don't know, yet she does. Can I continue pretending to love her? You said, 'In this life, let us be brothers, and in another life, we will meet again.' But I don't want to be your brother. Just call me brother; thank you! Thank you for saving my daughter, Jinse."
A bitter smile crossed Ying Wuxie's extraordinary face. Fate is cruel; every woman falls hopelessly in love with him, yet he loves only men.
Even with countless women admiring him—loving him to the point of forgetting everything and abandoning their families—he is still the victim. Heaven knows how much he despises those adoring gazes from women. Of course, except for Jinse, because she is his daughter.
Jinse, Father will definitely remove this delusion for you! I swear!
As long as this trip to the Western Abyss goes smoothly and he captures the Water Consort, Father will obtain the inner core of that Bad Dragon.
"Will you still recognize your father then?"
Ying Wuxie's red, eerie eyes shed two lines of blood tears.
"Who is it?" Ying Wuxie snorted coldly, and a nearby boulder fell in response, shattering into fine powder.
If not, then let Cheating bring out Ying Wuxie to wreak havoc on you all! A relentless havoc!
Oh Hehe, hurry up and hide your partner. Otherwise, hehe...
This world is filled with intense emotions.
"Why can't I love who I want and obtain what I desire?" Ying Wuxie asked softly.
"Because you haven't crossed over!"
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