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"Bad brat!" Yue Rong was furious again, "Just look at your frightening appearance; you're definitely not a good person."
Hibiscus tucked away the three-inch rib, finding such a man utterly unreasonable. Turning her head, she saw a face full of scars. "Hmph." Yue Rong held up a mirror and coldly said, "Don't think that just because the princess saved you, you can have ideas. Ugly men should know their place."
Hibiscus smiled slightly, "Still, thank you for saving my life." She lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at her terrifying reflection.
Murong Xiyan walked in and, seeing Yue Rong's displeased expression, gently stroked his black hair. "What's wrong? Is Husband's body feeling better?"
"I am Hibiscus; please feel free to call me by my name, Princess."
"You... Hmph!" Yue Rong glared at Hibiscus again. He had just saved him, and before he was fully recovered, he was already trying to seduce his woman.
"Hibiscus." Murong Xiyan nodded. He was indeed a special man; he was so strong that it seemed he didn't need a woman's protection at all. Yet, she found herself feeling sorry for him.
"Jinse, if you keep this up, the Emperor will be heartbroken; he cares for you." As dawn broke, Fengyin and Jinse walked along a small path, having left the inn half an hour ago. Jinse's body was still weak; hurrying like this wasn't good for her. "The mountain path is difficult to walk on; Yin Yin, be careful. I'm fine." Jinse lowered her head, and Fengyin sighed. How could she not know that Jinse was silently shedding tears? "Alright, let's rest. I'm tired." Fengyin pulled Jinse to sit on a flat stone and took out a small piece of pastry from her bundle. "Eat this; look at you—still sweating profusely." Jinse kept her head down. "I can't eat."
"You have to eat even if you don't want to. Right now you are..."
"I understand." Jinse took the pastry from Fengyin's hand; she knew she was living two lives now.
"Uh!" Fengyin faced the wind as she tidied her tangled hair. Did she find her talkative?
"I wonder if Xuan Li has noticed that I've left." Jinse kept her head down, her voice muffled.
"Stop looking down; I know you're crying." Fengyin squatted in front of Jinse and placed her hand on her shoulder.
"Yin Yin, why are you accompanying me? You did last time too; even now you've let go of Young Master Mu." Jinse raised her head and looked at Fengyin's stunning face and the white hair flowing in the wind.
"I... don't want to fall in love, yet I miss him." Her heart resisted love but couldn't help but long for him.
"Why?"
"I... won't be able to have children." Fengyin gazed into the distance; she had lived a hard life since childhood, and her body had long been damaged by the cold.
Jinse looked at Fengyin with tear-filled eyes, "I know, they have been passing down the Mu Family line for hundreds of years. Yin Yin, you..." Fengyin still smiled lightly. How could she be so calm and dismissive? It pained her heart, "My child is your child," Jinse said solemnly.
As Jinse and Fengyin spoke in the breeze, Xuan Li in the Fragrant Inn wore a gloomy expression. "Search, search carefully for her." Why did she keep leaving him? Song Yun stood below, wiping her tears, "Your Majesty, there are hidden reasons behind this. I ask Your Majesty not to blame Jinse."
"Then Zhong Cheng, what hidden reasons are there? Is this how your Song Family raises their children?"
"Sovereign, please calm your anger." Song Yun knelt on the ground, her expression sorrowful.
"I am not angry; I just want to know how to calm my anger?!" The folding fan that Xuan Li always held was thrown to the ground. He was not angry; he was sorrowful. As an emperor, had he not done enough for her? He had confessed his feelings to her and promised never to let her down. He even personally went to welcome her into the palace. Why did she still want to leave?
"Your Majesty, Jinse..." Song Yun shook her head; this was not Jinse's fault; it was hers! "It’s because of Ying Wuxie."
"Hmph, Ying Wuxie? Does Ying Wuxie prevent her from returning to the palace with me?"
"Your Majesty, you do not understand. Ying Wuxie is not an ordinary person. I have aged considerably, yet he still looks as he did back then. He is very charming; any woman who sees him will fall for him. Jinse left because she loves you and feels guilty towards you." Who could understand such feelings?
"Isn't he Jinse's biological father?" Xuan Li's gaze was fierce, as if he were about to spit fire. Why should she feel guilty towards him? He did not want this guilt; he wanted her!
"Ying Wuxie told me directly that Jinse has been enchanted by his magic."
This meant that Jinse's love for him had vanished; she no longer loved him and had fallen for another man?
"I want to be alone."
Song Yun closed the door behind her. Fortunately, the emperor did not ask why she hadn't informed him earlier; otherwise, she would have had no answer. Was it their fate to be like this? Daughter, where are you? Come back with me; we won't go into the palace or anywhere else.
"Fengyin, this path looks a bit dangerous; did I lead you the wrong way?" Jinse pressed against the cliff, seemingly having led Fengyin to a dead end. "It's nothing; you just don't know the way." Fengyin looked at the decaying plank road beneath them. "Jinse, let's go back; this plank road..."
"What? Yin Yin, what did you say?" Jinse turned around; the wind here was strong, and she couldn't hear clearly.
"Jinse!! Be careful."
"Ah..." Jinse screamed in shock as the plank road beneath her collapsed, and she fell straight down.
"Hold on tight, Jinse..." Fengyin leaned over the plank road and grasped Jinse's hand tightly.
“Yin Yin, will I die?” Jinse looked up, and Fengyin was so beautiful, so dazzling under the sunlight.
“No.” Fengyin shook her head. You are more important than the main character, Jinse. How could you die?
“Yin Yin, pull me up; it’s hard to hang like this.”
“Uh! My stomach hurts; it’s that time of the month! And the walkway here is about to collapse.” As soon as Fengyin finished speaking, the rotten wood beneath them could no longer bear the weight and broke apart.
Benefactor, if I die, please take care of my grandfather. Fengyin sighed softly. No, I should take care of it myself. She flew towards the rapidly falling Jinse. Thankfully, she had taken a Qi Gathering Pill this morning as a painkiller, but as a doctor, it was truly embarrassing to make such a mistake.
“What a beautiful little Wife. But what a pity…” A gust of wind swept Fengyin up, pulling her further away from Jinse.
“My name is Bixie; I think you will remember me. Tell Ying Wuxie that his daughter wasn’t killed by me; she fell to her death.” A low laugh echoed, but no figure could be seen.
“Jinse!” Fengyin tried to break through the wind barrier. “Jinse, don’t die.”
“White hair? You’re Ying Wuxie’s beloved? Then you must die too! It seems you won’t have the chance to tell Ying Wuxie that I killed his daughter.” The low laughter reverberated in the sky.
Ying Wuxie, back then you teased my female form and caused Shishi to misunderstand me. Do you know how much I have suffered over these hundreds of years? You must suffer double for my pain; you’ve never tasted the agony of being separated from your flesh and blood, but today you will, haha!
Voiceover: Don’t worry, Bixie; they won’t die; it’s just a matter of how they survive.
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