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"Miss Fengyin, it's time for dinner," called the Child outside the door.
"Mm." Fengyin closed the small window and turned to call to Jinse, who was napping on the couch. "Jinse, it's time to eat."
"Ah!! A ghost!" Jinse exclaimed, opening her eyes wide.
"I forgot to light the lamp," Fengyin said lightly; the darkness made it impossible to see her expression.
"I'm sorry, I..." Jinse's sleepiness vanished as she gently took Fengyin's hand.
"It's fine. Get up and change," Fengyin said, standing up and placing the copper mirror from the dressing table onto the desk. It was the reflection of the moonlight from the mirror that had startled Jinse earlier.
"Fengyin, I..." Jinse spoke cautiously, wondering if Fengyin was very sad.
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat," Jinse pouted.
Fengyin shook her head. "You need to—"
"I'll eat! Let's go!"
You're pregnant now; it's for the child...
She knows!
"Song Yun, there's something I need to tell you." The night could dull all beautiful sights, yet only Ying Wuxie's beauty made the night fall silent; he seemed most suited to appear in the dark.
"What is it?" Song Yun looked at Ying Wuxie. More than a decade had passed, and he had not changed at all, while she had already exhausted half her life.
"Well, it seems my daughter has fallen in love with me." Ying Wuxie's peach blossom eyes blinked innocently.
Song Yun's eyelids twitched; this was nothing short of a nightmare.
"You seem to have changed." Ying Wuxie elegantly frowned. Had she stopped being infatuated with him?!
"I've grown old," Song Yun said. "Are you serious?"
Jinse was his biological daughter; could she also be enchanted by his magic?
Ying Wuxie shrugged. "Why don't you love me anymore?"
"Bile's death has awakened me," Song Yun sighed. She had woken up too late.
"Then don't you hate me?"
"There's nothing to hate. Without you, I couldn't be with Bile either." Her life was destined to be one of solitary beauty.
"Does Bile hate me?" Ying Wuxie asked softly. He rarely spoke in such a low tone, which added a sense of desolation.
"He hates you."
"Oh." Ying Wuxie nodded lightly and drifted away.
"In truth, he doesn't hate you; I hate you. But my hatred is useless." Watching that ethereal figure, Song Yun said in a daze.
"My poor daughter." Tears fell from the corners of Song Yun's eyes. "I cannot ruin Jinse's life. Is this the retribution for my past life? Then I must bear it."
"Wait, wait, I want you to help me deliver the baby, and then the child will recognize you as my Godmother." Jinse's small hand rolled up a handkerchief lightly covering her mouth, her smiling eyes sparkling with charm.
"I... I've never delivered a baby before." Fengyin placed a hand on her chest. "For the sake of the child, it's better to find an experienced midwife."
"No, no."
...
Just as they were enjoying their secret conversation in the boudoir, a knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it outside?" Jinse clapped her small hands, scattering tiny sunflower seed shells onto the table. She winked at Fengyin, then got up, put on her embroidered shoes, and walked toward the door.
"It's me." A gentle voice came from outside; it was Song Yun.
"Mother." Jinse opened the door and greeted her warmly.
"Auntie, greetings."
Song Yun nodded slightly and glanced at Fengyin, unable to help but frown slightly. Fengyin's white hair was indeed strikingly unusual.
"Mother, I didn't introduce her properly during the day. This is Fengyin, a disciple of a divine doctor. People in the Jianghu call her the Medical Immortal."
"She should take care of herself first." With her disheveled hair and unkempt clothing, it was clear she was not well, especially under Ying Wuxie's scrutinizing gaze.
Song Yun pulled at the corners of her mouth and gave Fengyin a faint smile before continuing to speak to Jinse. "Jinse, tonight I will share your bed; we can have a mother-daughter chat."
"Mother, what about Fengyin..." Jinse said anxiously. Her mother had always been strict but had never been this sharp-tongued.
"What Auntie said is very true; a healer must take care of herself first. Fengyin should find her own way; I bid you farewell." Fengyin smiled as she closed the door, but as she bowed her head in that moment, a tear fell.
"Mother, you..."
"You are becoming more and more unreasonable! Change your clothes and settle down."
"Yes, Mother."
"Young Master Ying, why are you drinking alone?" The night breeze stirred Fengyin's white hair. Such a night was indeed suitable for drinking, and she couldn't help but recall Hibiscus from that drunken night, saying with a heavy breath, 'We are sincere.' When had they not been sincere? Then how had her heart gone missing?
"I... raise a glass to you." Ying Wuxie poured the wine from his cup onto the yellow earth.
"You can actually see me." Ying Wuxie raised his cup to look at Fengyin, and the peach blossom eyes that once glimmered with spring affection now shone with a bloodthirsty red.
"One should sip slowly to become intoxicated." Fengyin met that strange red light, feeling both pity and helplessness.
"Are you feeling sorry for me, Yin'er?" Ying Wuxie grinned widely and laughed wildly.
"My master taught me that a healer has the heart of a parent."
"Then can I heal?"
"Heartache has no medicine."
"If it's an illness, how can there be no medicine? Or is it that this world is filled with quacks?"
Fengyin did not respond; she simply stood quietly, gazing at the moon and the sky, lost in thought.
Someone asks questions without needing answers; they just need someone to listen because they have too much to say and cannot wait for your response.
"Why can't we love those we desire and attain what we long for?"
Ying Wuxie swayed the wine in the pot, gazing at the quiet Fengyin not far away, smiling absentmindedly.
How laughable is infatuation, and how dull is the mortal world; how wonderful it would be to be above it all.
"Jinse, let me tell you a story from the past. When I was your age, I met Feng Bile. He was naturally charming and exceptionally talented, but due to my father's position as a Vassal, he faced setbacks in the examination halls. Many women in red skirts sought his attention, yet he disdainfully avoided interactions with the nobility, preferring to roam the streets, visiting brothels, indulging in romance, drunkenly lying among flowers, cherishing beauty, treating all courtesans as Qian Niang, especially loving to see the Silk Red Robe dance wildly. At that time, I could only daydream about him, while he was exceptionally gifted; I admired his talent and romantic spirit greatly. Surrounded by beautiful women dancing around him, he naturally lost the title of a noble scion. A few years later, his father resigned from office and retired. On the day he left the capital, those courtesans with red cards locked their doors tightly and wept bitterly."
"Mother, how do you know those women of the world were weeping behind closed doors?"
"It was all over the streets."
"But you always told me that street gossip is nonsense."
"Do you still want to hear it?"
"Yes, I do. It sounds so romantic."
"When we met again, he was still at Hu Si Tavern, immersed in songs and romance. By then, I had begun to familiarize myself with Song Family's affairs under your Great-Aunt's guidance. For the first time, I did not listen to my sister and fell in love with him. For three whole years, he stayed mostly indoors, writing poetry and letters in the manor. Whenever I had free time from political matters, I would bring fine wine to spend time with him. We both believed that once he achieved success, Song Family and my elder sister would agree to our marriage." Song Yun sighed as she caressed Jinse's cheek.
She continued speaking.
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