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Yan Xiaowang On June 10th of the twelfth year, Yan Dan first met Zhao Young Master Ji Xun, and was astonished. The young master welcomed the wind with his sleeves, laughing lightly like a fallen feather, silent yet as cold and stern as ice. Yan Dan admired him and became friends with him. Eagerly accepted, saying, "The generosity of the world is not as great as yours, and the kindness of the world pales in comparison to his. To have you as a friend in this life is indeed a great fortune."
Yan Dan was pleased and shared joy with him; the two danced together, thus becoming inseparable.
《Yan Family—Crown Prince Yan Dan Chapter Three》
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He gazed at the earth of the grave, filled with deep pain, an expression of utmost regret and intense hatred.
San Chun stared wide-eyed, suddenly feeling that the person in the grave must have been a woman. Yet when a young girl turns into a pile of bones, it is rare for a man to still harbor such deep feelings of longing. Although she did not know who the owner of the grave was, to have someone who truly loved her was also a blessing.
She propped her chin on her hand, unable to help but wonder if she were to die, would anyone cry for her? Would they feel sad?
It didn't require many; just one would suffice. However, given his nature of not shedding a tear even when his father died or his mother remarried, he likely wouldn't shed a single drop for her.
She dared not speak and sighed at the grass. Just then, that nobleman suddenly pushed aside several warriors, crouched down, and began to dig into the earth with both hands. He dug gently and tenderly, as if caressing the cheek of a sleeping girl, afraid to wake her.
Of course, under normal circumstances, those inside would not awaken; if they did, it could only mean one thing: a corpse trick.
He knelt on the ground, covered in dirt. As he continued digging, his nails broke and his palms were pierced by sharp stones, revealing faint traces of crimson. Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to dig softly with an unwavering focus.
The Tomb was finally uncovered, revealing a coffin made of exquisite golden silk nanmu wood, showing no signs of decay even after two years.
The man was about to instruct the warriors to lift the coffin out when suddenly the sound of hooves echoed through the forest.
This time a horse pulled a cart; its hooves moved slowly, "tap tap" against the road like a crisp mountain song rising in the morning.
Though it was also a horse, the previous charming man's steed carried an air of solemnity while this one felt refreshing like clear spring water, making it particularly pleasant to hear.
The cart stopped before the grave as someone slowly descended from it. He wore a pure white robe with silver-threaded cloud patterns embroidered along the collar and cuffs; however, the stitching was quite poor—more like clumps of silver cotton than clouds. A blue Auspicious Cloud wide brocade belt adorned his waist, exquisitely crafted with superb embroidery. His features were refined; long brows over narrow eyes, a prominent nose above red lips—handsome as jade—with a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth that exuded an extraordinary calmness and elegance.
Horse Riding Slope Two unparalleled beauties arrived at once; one could hardly fathom such good fortune that even the eerie grave seemed to shine brighter. San Chun couldn't help but smile with her lips curling up and her eyes becoming dreamy, forgetting even her hunger.
The White-Clad Man walked lightly to the grave, his expression solemn, with a hint of moisture in the corners of his eyes.
The person from back then must have disliked being disturbed the most, yet now so many people were staring at her. Surely, she felt uneasy in that world as well...
He vaguely remembered the first time he saw her; she was such a lively and adorable child.
He had many brothers—eleven older brothers and eight older sisters—but not a single younger brother. With such a significant age gap from his brothers, no one played with him, and he always ended up alone, which cultivated his quiet personality.
The first time he met her was at Proton Manor. At that time, her convoy had just arrived, and Doctor Rong was there to greet her at the entrance with the staff from Proton Manor, even allowing her to choose her own residence.
This had never happened at Proton Manor before; the young nobles from several countries who arrived earlier did not receive such treatment. He couldn't help but glance at her again, wondering who this special person was.
Coincidentally, she was also looking at him, her bright eyes fixed on him for a long time before she suddenly ran over. She ran so fast that her unbound hair flew in the wind, revealing her chubby cheeks. At that moment, he never imagined that this slightly plump child would grow up to be breathtakingly beautiful, captivating his heart.
She reached him and nearly stumbled from running too quickly. He reached out to steady her and heard her exclaim, "Are you a fairy?"
He was amused; no one had ever called him a fairy or praised his beauty. He suddenly found this child very endearing, charming in a way that didn't seem fitting for someone of royal blood.
"I'm not a fairy; who are you?" he asked.
She blinked and smiled brightly, "I'm the fairy's little brother." That smile seemed to have a kind of magic, as if sunlight suddenly broke through the clouds and illuminated everything around them, filling everyone who saw it with warmth.
Because of that smile, he easily grew fond of her. Upon learning she was Prince Dan of Yan, he felt as if he had received a blessing from heaven.
Before coming here, Zhao Wang had repeatedly advised him to befriend the Prince of Chu and to treat Prince Dan of Yan with particular care. He had arrived several days earlier than others and had already met the young nobles from Chu Palace; each one more unpleasant than the last—except for Yan Dan, whom he genuinely liked from the bottom of his heart.
Yan Dan was truly delightful; she treated people with courtesy and had a lively personality, always saying witty things that made others laugh. He was usually composed, but her vivacious nature complemented his own, and they quickly became close friends who could talk about anything. Especially since she always called him "brother," which melted his heart. He wished he could hold her close and cherish her forever.
But now, such a lovely person had turned into mere dust, never to see that smile again. How could it not break one's heart and bring tears?
He wept for a long time, gently wiping his eyes with his sleeve before turning to look at the Brocade-Clad Man standing beside the coffin.
The Brocade-Clad Man looked at him with a cold smile. This Ji Xun had always been so sentimental, lamenting the autumn and spring, and his tearful expression was quite annoying. Can crying really bring someone back to life? Although he also felt like shedding tears just now, he still held him in serious contempt.
The two stared at each other for a long time before the White-Clad Man suddenly sighed and said, "Zhong Xue, stop digging."
Zhong Xue scoffed, "Why? Are you anxious because you see me moving her?"
This Ji Xun was foolish for being a nobleman. He had come here to pay respects several times over the past year but never told him where this grave was located. If it weren't for him sending people to track it down multiple times, he wouldn't have found it. This seemingly pure yet treacherous and cunning fellow was now trying to ruin his good deed?
The White-Clad Man shook his head. He initially thought he was the only one obsessed, but unexpectedly, the cold-blooded and cunning Zhong Xue also had a devoted side towards her. That person from back then was extraordinarily beautiful and had captivated countless people with her unique charm. He was one of them, Zhong Xue was another, along with the Prince of Chu, Qin Prince, and Princess of Chu—truly appealing to both men and women...
With a light sigh, if he were still alive and heard these words, he would surely raise his head in pride; if he had a tail, it would be held high as well.
Thinking of this made him feel a wave of sadness again. After another sigh, he said to Zhong Xue, "That is merely a tomb for clothing and hats; the real body is not here. Digging it up would be useless."
Zhong Xue was startled. "What do you mean?"
"Back then, he died after falling off a cliff; his body was torn apart by wild beasts, leaving only his clothes and some fragments of bones. I collected what remained and buried it deep underground."
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