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“Master Ying,” Xuan Li waved the folding fan in his hand, brushing off the dust from his clothes.
“Your Majesty?” Ying Wuxie turned around, revealing his unparalleled charm, lazy and unrestrained.
“Why has Master Ying suddenly appeared?” Xuan Li, unable to see the concealed Ying Wuxie, was startled by his sudden appearance.
“Has Your Majesty not retired for the night?”
“Master Ying is about to become my father-in-law; I have nothing to hide. I was thinking of Jinse and could not sleep.” Xuan Li was in a good mood.
“That is excellent. The scenery of Yingyue Villa is yours to enjoy at will, Your Majesty.”
“That’s enough; I am tired now.” Xuan Li waved his hand and walked towards the room.
Ying Wuxie made a graceful turn and vanished without a trace.
The next day, the group left Yingyue Villa and parted ways in Voodoo Town.
“Seven Nights, take care. If possible, please heed my words and do not go to Western Abyss,” Fengyin looked at Seven Nights with hope.
“For Yin'er, how can I not go?” Ying Wuxie's voice came from beneath the Conical Hat, filled with an alluring charm.
“Father, be careful.” Jinse stepped forward to speak with Ying Wuxie before getting into the carriage.
Ying Wuxie glanced at Song Yun, snorted coldly, and floated away.
Seven Nights gave Fengyin a reassuring look and followed after.
"Sovereign, please get in the carriage."
"Thank you for your trouble, Zhong Cheng." Xuan Li lifted the Jin Robe and also got into the carriage.
"Jinse."
"Your... Your Majesty." Jinse, who was resting her chin on her hand against a delicate pillow, was at a loss when she saw Xuan Li enter.
"I couldn't sleep last night and I'm feeling a bit tired."
"Then..."
"Come into my arms." Xuan Li reclined slightly and beckoned to Jinse.
"Xuan Li..." Jinse murmured softly, "I'll go check on Fengyin."
"No need." Xuan Li pulled Jinse into his embrace and closed his eyes.
"I love Xuan Li, I love Xuan Li," Jinse kept telling herself in her heart.
With Xuan Li's breath beside her, Jinse opened her eyes to look at Xuan Li's sleeping face. "Xuan Li?"
"Mm." Xuan Li murmured in his sleep, holding Jinse even tighter.
"How could Jinse not love you?"
Perhaps due to the blood relation between Jinse and Ying Wuxie, she was not as blindly infatuated as an ordinary woman. Thus, the intertwining of these two feelings became even more painful. How could the deeply loving Jinse allow herself to be indecisive about Xuan Li?
"Fengyin, with her youthful face and white hair, is truly remarkable." Song Yun shared a carriage with Fengyin. When you love someone, you love everything about them; when you hate someone, you hate everything associated with them. Because of the dislike for the crow on the roof, one might as well burn down the house.
Fengyin bitterly pressed her lips together. "Aunt, if you harbor any dislike for me, you can simply ignore me. My grandfather once told me that a Saint from my hometown said, 'Do not impose on others what you do not desire for yourself.' If I have offended you, please forgive me; Fengyin comes from the mountains and is unaware of etiquette."
After a long day, exhausted and weary, the group from the Xuan Dynasty settled down at the Fragrant Inn in Misty Town.
"Your Majesty?" Jinse opened the door to find Xuan Li standing outside.
Xuan Li embraced Jinse eagerly, closing the door behind him and burying his face in her hair.
"Your Majesty, it's late at night."
Jinse let out a soft cry as Xuan Li swept her into his arms.
"Can good looks be eaten?"
"It seems they cannot. Don't you usually have food to eat?"
"They also said I am good-looking. When I grow up, will you marry me?"
"Who would want to marry a puppet like you? You sing when told to, dance when told to, do whatever you're asked. Any palace maid could do that."
"My name is Jinse. What is yours?" How did you, who wouldn't even tell me your name back then, suddenly change everything?
Jinse thought she could only look at you from behind, glancing at you quietly.
Xuan Li, Jinse is infatuated with you.
She played a tune for you, a melody of falling flowers and flowing water. The petals drifted along the water's surface, but the flowing water was heartless while the grass flourished in spring.
At that time, you said it sounded nice but didn't understand. Do you know how much it hurt my heart?
The falling flowers have intentions, but the flowing water is heartless. When will the water ever feel pain for the flowers?
But...
"Xuan Li?" After about two hours, Jinse called out to Xuan Li. Seeing that he was already asleep, she lifted the covers and quietly got up.
She lowered the curtain and opened the door to leave.
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