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"Shining, Shan Yue, you can move the screen back now," Yun Kexin said, sitting on the edge of the bed and breathing lightly. "Be gentle, Young Lord is already conscious; don't wake him."
The two maids moved the screen back into place together. Yun Kexin then tried to stand up but immediately sat back down, realizing her legs were sore and numb.
"Seventh Sister, are you okay?" Shining and Shan Yue stood on either side of Yun Kexin, tightly holding her arms. "You must be very tired, right? Don't rush to get up; sit for a moment to rest."
Yun Kexin shook her head slightly. "Go get a basin of water for me to wash my face, and then bring another basin of hot water for Young Lord to apply."
Shan Yue admired her thoughtfulness and confidence, smiling as she replied, "Yes, I'll get it right away."
After washing her face, Yun Kexin applied hot compresses to Feng Yinxiao's head, face, and legs three times before stopping. She then moved a chair to sit in front of the bed.
"Sister, you’ve been up all night; take a break," Shining said anxiously as she saw Yun Kexin preparing to continue watching over him. "I’m here with Shan Yue—"
"No, I'll just lean on the bed for a quick nap," Yun Kexin replied, turning to the two maids. "You’ve also been tired for so long; go rest at the table for a bit."
Shining wanted to persuade her further but was pulled away by Shan Yue: she understood Seventh Sister's stubbornness well.
Just as dawn broke, Feng Yinxiao slowly opened his eyes and gently moved his body, only to feel an unbearable pain that made him abandon any thoughts of getting up. He suddenly realized he was in Tian Zhuang's bedroom. What happened? He clearly remembered being punished by Uncle in the ancestral hall the day before, suffering severe injuries and being dragged into the Ice Cellar. He thought he was surely doomed this time; how did he survive? Who saved him?!
As he tried to move his limbs, he felt something pressing down on his hand. Turning his head slightly, a beautiful face that haunted his dreams appeared before him: Yun Kexin was asleep while holding onto his left hand.
Shan Yue was the first to notice that Feng Yinxiao had woken up. Surprised and delighted, she elbowed Shining. The latter rushed over joyfully and was about to call out to Yun Kexin, but was stopped by a quick shake of the head from Feng Yinxiao. He believed she must have been watching over him for a long time.
"What... what happened?" Feng Yinxiao asked softly.
"Seventh Sister dreamed that Young Lord was in trouble and urged us to sneak into the Duke of Yan's Residence overnight to investigate," Shan Yue whispered in a low voice, explaining concisely. "By coincidence, we encountered Ma Minghao, who was also eager to rescue Young Lord. Together we managed to save you."
A flutter raced through Feng Yinxiao's heart; it was Yun Kexin who saved him. This seemingly delicate and charming girl had such keen intuition and acted so swiftly. But why did she dream that he was in danger? Could their hearts be connected in some way?!
Thinking of this, a flush crept onto his pale face as he couldn't help but glance again at the "sleeping beauty" resting before him. A long-lost tenderness gripped his heart deeply; his pale lips curled into a smile as the previous calamities and injuries seemed to vanish in the presence of Yun Kexin.
He remained silent, gazing affectionately at her sleeping form, wishing he could hold her close and let her sleep peacefully, compensating her for saving his life and for her subsequent vigil over him.
"Young Lord, Seventh Sister has instructed," Shining couldn't help but say, "Once you wake up, you need to wake her."
"Let her sleep a little longer," Feng Yinxiao kept his gaze fixed on Yun Kexin—it was rare for her to hold his hand so tightly, and he felt truly happy, not wanting to ruin this moment of bliss. He hoped it would last a bit longer and softly said, "She'll know she's had enough sleep when she wakes up naturally."
Shining glanced at the thin-faced Yun Kexin, frowned slightly, and nodded in agreement.
After a while, perhaps hearing their voices, Yun Kexin instinctively rubbed her eyes. The moment she looked up, her gaze collided with Feng Yinxiao's affectionate dark eyes.
"Yun Kexin, you're awake," Feng Yinxiao said weakly, wanting to reach out and gently stroke her face but finding it difficult to move due to the pain all over his body. "Did we disturb your sleep?"
"No, I've slept enough," Yun Kexin looked at the still handsome Feng Yinxiao, despite his injuries, feeling a flutter in her heart. She calmly asked, "Young Lord, how do you feel now?"
How does he feel now? The pain had long since numbed him; all he wanted was to lead his troops into Duke of Yan's Residence and kill everyone who had brought him such deep suffering!
"I'm fine. Aside from my injuries not healing yet, there's nothing else," Feng Yinxiao replied with a bitter smile, downplaying it. "Yun Kexin, thank you for saving me in time."
"Young Lord, please don't say that," she looked back at him. "We are friends and should help each other. Besides, you have saved us many times."
Yun Kexin's gentle and considerate words warmed Feng Yinxiao's heart, and he nodded in gratitude.
"By the way, how did I regain consciousness?" Feng Yinxiao finally remembered what he had been wanting to know since he woke up. "I remember that at that time, Uncle ordered a group of Attendants to drag me into the Ice Cellar. I was frozen for several hours and completely unconscious. How did..."
Shan Yue could no longer contain herself and interrupted to tell Feng Yinxiao about Yun Kexin's efforts. "It was all thanks to Seventh Sister. She—"
"Shan Yue!" Yun Kexin suddenly said sharply, feeling a rush of anxiety as she realized she had forgotten to tell them not to reveal this matter to Feng Yinxiao. After a brief pause, she quickly changed the subject. "Go outside and tell Brother Ma and Shanling. They've been keeping watch for a night or two."
Shining understood Yun Kexin's intention, tugged at Shan Yue's sleeve, and turned to leave.
Feng Yinxiao was taken aback: What was wrong with Yun Kexin? It seemed like she was deliberately avoiding something? He carefully observed her face; it remained as calm and composed as ever, but her fair skin showed a hint of redness, which puzzled him even more.
"Yun Kexin, are you hiding something from me?" Feng Yinxiao asked softly.
Yun Kexin panicked and realized that she was not as "open" and "carefree" as she had imagined. Her choice to remain silent was because she cared about how he would view her once he knew the truth, fearing he might look down on her for her "lightness." Weighing both sides, she decided to keep quiet.
"It doesn't matter how Young Lord recovered," Yun Kexin said, her calm tone tinged with impatience. "What matters is that you, a fortunate person, have come back to life."
"Yun Kexin!"
"Young Lord!" Yun Kexin noticed that Feng Yinxiao had no intention of letting her off the hook, so she quickly took the initiative. "Do you still remember that you promised me you wouldn't pressure me as long as it was something I didn't want?"
"Yes!" Feng Yinxiao's lips moved slightly as he smiled in acknowledgment.
At that moment, Shining and Shan Yue entered with Shanling and Ma Minghao.
"Young Lord, you're awake! You really are awake," Ma Minghao exclaimed in disbelief at the stark contrast between Feng Yinxiao now and just a few days ago when he was on the brink of death. "I thought, I thought..."
Because the following words were somewhat "unlucky," Ma Minghao chose to stutter: if it weren't for having promised the Three Maids outside that they wouldn't ask anything else as long as they saw Young Lord "safe and sound," he would have wanted to grab Yun Kexin and express his gratitude profusely before "interrogating" her.
"Young Lord, you truly are a fortunate person," Shanling also appeared quite excited. Initially worried that Seventh Sister's actions might be unwise—what if she couldn't save him and ended up implicating herself—she finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this outcome. At least her sister's efforts had paid off. "You managed to come back from the underworld."
Feng Yinxiao smiled lightly, showing little emotion, simply saying, "Thank you for your hard work!"
"Shanling, go to the market and buy some nourishing ingredients to make something delicious," Yun Kexin instructed decisively. "Though Young Lord has awakened, he is still severely weakened and needs to quickly regain his strength." She then turned to Ma Minghao and said, "Brother Ma, go buy some medicine for Young Lord's wounds. Shining and Shan Yue will assist Brother Ma in protecting Young Lord; don't stray too far until he recovers—"
"Seventh Sister, what about you?" Shan Yue asked casually.
"I need to return home for a bit," Yun Kexin replied slowly. "I suddenly left for two nights; although I had someone deliver a message to Tian Zhuang, if I don't go back soon, I'm afraid Mother will come looking for me."
What worried her more was Fu Yihang; he might "not be able to hold back" and run to the Second House to ask Mother where Tian Zhuang was or even seek out Tian Zhuang himself, which would be troublesome.
"Seventh Sister, it would be better if we first escort you home before returning to Tian Zhuang," Shanling disagreed. "This way it won't raise suspicion, and along the way, you can teach me what supplements are good to buy."
Yun Kexin thought for a moment and turned her face to ask Ma Minghao if he could take care of Young Lord alone for a while. After receiving an affirmative answer, she made up her mind.
Yun Kexin spent the next few days moving back and forth between Duke of E State Mansion and Tian Zhuang. She carefully timed Fu Yihang's visits to the mansion, only going to Tian Zhuang after he returned to the royal residence. Sometimes, she would deliberately linger at Fourth Uncle's shop for a while before heading to Tian Zhuang, to observe if anyone was following her.
Ten days later, Yun Kexin went to Tian Zhuang as usual. Upon entering the courtyard, she saw a tall man in a light blue robe practicing martial arts under the trees, his sleeves fluttering as he wielded his sword with great force. Petals fell like rain around him, creating a stunning and beautiful scene—after ten days of recovery, he finally achieved results.
"Young Lord!" Yun Kexin called out softly, as if afraid of startling Feng Yinxiao.
The white-clad man’s proud figure trembled slightly as he stopped his "swordplay," turning to look deeply at the figure by the entrance. "Yun Kexin..."
"Young Lord, are you sure you have fully recovered?" Yun Kexin asked, noticing the fine sweat on his broad forehead, feeling uneasy.
"There's no problem. Can't you see that I can practice martial arts now?" Feng Yinxiao replied gently, his gaze fixed on her graceful figure. "Don't worry, I'm doing well."
"That's great," Yun Kexin said with a smile in her eyes. "I just worry that you might be pushing yourself too hard; that wouldn't be good for your recovery and could lead to a relapse."
"It won't happen," Feng Yinxiao assured her, pouring all his tenderness and admiration into his words. He reached out and took both of Yun Kexin's hands in his palms, not shifting his gaze even slightly. "I know my own injuries very well. With my solid foundation from practicing martial arts, I recover two or three times faster than ordinary people."
Yun Kexin nodded in relief but suddenly remembered Feng Yinxiao's furious actions after this calamity in her past life. Her heart trembled at the thought. When she looked up at Feng Yinxiao again, her eyes were misty as she choked out:
"Young Lord, promise me that no matter what calamities may come in the future, you will remember 'A debt has its owner' and 'A Gentleman Takes Revenge, Even After Ten Years.'"
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