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" aunt, I don't like him. I am the most beautiful princess of the Heavenly Xuan Empire, and I must become Brother Mugen's bride."
Haitang could only sigh helplessly. If it were another man's power or temptation, that would be one thing, but the men of the Mu Family cared for nothing; they would willingly give up power, and temptation was simply absurd. Was it genuine affection? Why had she never touched his heart?
Perhaps if she could accompany him to the end, it would be like the Old Master and Old Madam, where husband and wife followed each other in harmony.
"Listen to your aunt and find someone who likes you. Mel is quite good."
"Aunt, Spiritual Incense has always respected you. Where did your courage to pursue happiness go?"
Haitang paused for a moment, vaguely seeing her younger self.
"Aunt will help you." She waved her hand; this was just a foolish woman, a moth to the flame, willingly drawn to it.
"Mother, what are you chatting about so happily?"
"Yin'er is being amusing, saying she raised a panda that loves to eat bamboo and meat. Jin'er, have you seen it?"
Upon hearing this, Hibiscus couldn't help but laugh.
"Is it really that interesting? I want to see it. I didn't know there were beasts in this world that eat bamboo."
"Yes, it's quite amusing. Once the villa in Jiangzhou is repaired, my son will take you there to recuperate." So that was a panda.
"Will we be able to see the panda when we get to Jiangzhou?"
"Yes, when the time comes, please invite Fengyin to our other residence as a guest, and you will see."
"You take Yin'er out for a walk; I will take a nap." Ji Yuyan was in a good mood and began to send people away under the pretense of needing rest.
Hibiscus took Fengyin out.
"You write the prescription, and I will have someone fetch the medicine." Hibiscus looked at Fengyin, who had her head down, only revealing her long eyelashes slightly trembling.
Fengyin nodded and picked up the brush to write on paper.
"I'll take you back to Windward Pavilion to rest."
Fengyin nodded; in fact, she wasn't tired. It was him who should rest; she had been sleeping in the carriage all night.
"After walking such a long distance, are you tired?"
Fengyin shook her head; she had been gathering herbs all over Misty Mountain and was already used to it.
"Can you ride a horse?"
Fengyin shook her head.
"I'll teach you."
Fengyin nodded.
"Do you like listening to music?"
Fengyin nodded slightly.
"I'll play something for you."
Fengyin nodded again.
"I'll play, and you sing, okay?"
Fengyin shook her head.
"Okay?"
Well, Fengyin nodded.
It seemed that she would answer any question he asked and fulfill any request. Realizing this made Hibiscus feel happy inside.
"What songs do you know?"
She couldn't just nod or shake her head to answer this. A big wolfish smile appeared on Hibiscus's face. The scheming had begun.
"They're all songs my grandfather taught me," Fengyin said softly. They were all traditional operas that Old Zhang used to hum. When Old Zhang was young, he also enjoyed listening to operas and liked the songs from that time. He often told Fengyin, "Niuniu, I don't know if I can go back. This is the only thing from my hometown. If I'm no longer here, when you sing these songs, you'll remember that you're not alone in this world."
"Could you sing one for me?"
Fengyin lowered her head, blushing.
"Sing for me," Hibiscus gently urged.
"But you haven't played the flute for me."
"How do you know I can play the flute?"
She had known for a long time.
To avoid this question, Fengyin blushed and said, "I sang."
So she cleared her throat and began to sing her favorite song from the many that Old Zhang had taught her, "Full Moon Over the West Building."
The red lotus fragrance lingers on the jade mat in autumn, lightly untying her silk shirt, alone on the orchid boat.
Who sends a brocade letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, it's "Full Moon Over the West Building."
Flowers drift away while water flows; a kind of longing, two places of idle sorrow.
This feeling has no way to be dispelled; just as it leaves her brow, it rises to her heart.
"Was it also your grandfather who taught you?" Hibiscus sincerely admired Old Zhang.
"Yes, it was my grandfather who taught me."
"Do you understand this song?" Hibiscus asked with a piercing gaze.
"I'm going back. Will you send me a letter? The carrier pigeon can't reach my home."
"I mean longing."
"By the way, why don't you call me 'miss' anymore?" Fengyin said.
"Do you know what it means to sing such a tune to a man?"
She nodded slightly. In truth, she didn't know.
Hibiscus was overjoyed. "You can't sing such songs in front of others from now on."
Fengyin nodded; whatever her benefactor said was what it was.
As they spoke, they arrived at Windward Pavilion.
Qiao'er was already waiting at the door.
"Go inside."
Fengyin bowed slightly. "You should rest too."
Then she turned and followed Qiao'er inside.
"Miss, I have never seen the young master this happy before."
Fengyin waved her hand, indicating that she knew nothing.
Qiao'er thought she was tired and went to tidy up the couch. In this era, there is an unwritten rule that one cannot lie in bed during the day. Napping can only be done on a couch; even patients must rest on a couch rather than in bed.
After all, coming from Misty Mountain, even if she wasn't tired, lying on the couch for just a moment caused Fengyin to fall into a deep sleep.
In her dream, there was a vast expanse of white. She walked barefoot on the snow without feeling cold. The originally biting cold wind felt as warm as spring. Not far away stood a thin, familiar figure. She gazed with dazed eyes at the world of white and that familiar silhouette—her mother, the one who gave her life.
There were no sounds in the dream, only warmth.
She nestled in her mother's embrace, sinking into a deep dream of many desolate centuries.
Uncertain how much time had passed, the vast white snow melted away, and they floated above a blue lake. Mute Mother looked at her with lingering affection.
"Mom, are you leaving? When can I dream of you again?"
Mute Mother bit her nails and waved at her, as if it were eternal.
As the dream faded, Fengyin opened her eyes to see Qiao'er standing at the foot of the bed.
"Miss, you're awake. The young master is looking for you and is waiting outside."
Fengyin nodded and got up. Qiao'er helped her tidy up and used a comb to smooth out her disheveled hair.
"Miss, your hair looks beautiful."
"Thank you," Fengyin replied softly.
"Alright, miss, you may go out now; the young master has been waiting for a long time."
Nodding, Fengyin lowered her head and walked out.
Qiao'er instructed the maid to tidy up the couch and then followed behind Fengyin.
"Young master, the miss has woken up," Qiao'er reported, standing quietly to the side.
Fengyin knelt in front of Hibiscus. "Why did you only sleep for such a short while?"
She knew he had traveled all night without rest.
Hibiscus took a sip of fragrant tea and reflected, "Perhaps the sunlight was too bright; I couldn't sleep." In truth, he was preoccupied with thoughts of her, wanting to be with her every moment.
Young love is like this; no matter how handsome the youth may be, his thoughts are entangled with a certain name, weaving countless threads of affection.
Fengyin nodded and lowered her head again, absentmindedly sipping her tea. As they enjoyed their tea together, a gentle breeze whispered through the air under the warm sunlight. By noon, Hibiscus instructed Qiao'er to inform the kitchen that he would be dining with esteemed guests at Windward Pavilion today.
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