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Her words first caught me off guard, and then a sudden shock ran through my heart. I looked at her with a frown, my expression slightly troubled, and asked, "How do you know Mu Yan?"
From the implication of her earlier statement, it was clear that she knew Mu Yan, which made me think a little deeper about certain matters.
Mu Yan was a ghost, not a human.
And the cold-faced woman before me was likely a descendant of the Exiled Ridge Lineage. Although she had only revealed some of her skills so far, she certainly wouldn't be simple in other aspects either.
This made me somewhat worried. Could it be that she had encountered Mu Yan?
Even Gu Chen and Zhou Zhen frowned slightly at her words and turned to look at her.
Noticing the three of us staring at her, she raised her delicate brows slightly and said, "I want to know if the Mu Yan you are talking about is the same person I know."
Her words made me frown again as I retorted, "What does your Mu Yan look like, and where is she from?"
After speaking, I fixed my gaze on her, waiting for her response.
However, it seemed she had no intention of answering me. Instead, she quietly watched us as if waiting for our reply.
Seeing this, Gu Chen sighed and said, "It's possible that the Mu Yan you know is not the same person as ours."
With that, Gu Chen turned away and walked ahead.
I thought to myself that perhaps he was right. The world was so vast; how could it be possible for just anyone to know someone named Mu Yan? There were simply too many people with the same name.
So while her silence left me feeling somewhat displeased, I chose not to dwell on it further and followed Gu Chen and the others.
But at that moment, she calmly said, "She is seriously ill and cannot get out of bed."
Illness, unable to get out of bed.
Hearing this, I turned to glance at her and immediately smiled, my heart feeling at ease.
Mu Yan is a ghost; how could she possibly be sick?
So it was clear now that the Mu Yan the aloof woman spoke of was not the same person we referred to as Mu Yan.
Gu Chen and Zhou Zhen, upon hearing her voice from behind, also smiled slightly and chose not to say more, continuing their steps toward the mountain top at Yu Ji Temple.
However, when we turned around, we noticed that the Cold Girl seemed to look at me with a somewhat complicated expression, as if deep in thought.
On this mountain, there is a type of orchid with leaves as green as jade and flowers as white as jade. It is said to transform into hairpins, releasing its fragrance every spring. On the third day of the third lunar month, villagers hold a temple fair in front of Yu Ji Temple, continuously coming to burn incense and pray for children. Many couples also come to exchange orchids here, expressing their loyalty to love at this place.
There are also verses written by predecessors in front of Yu Ji Temple: "Women sacrifice themselves against the Han family; heroes lose their way and shed tears over flowers; fragrant souls still remember the crossing at Wu River; on the third of March, the shadows bloom with pure blossoms."
As we arrived in front of Yu Ji Temple, I couldn't help but silently recite this poem, feeling a sense of regret in my heart.
Shaking my head slightly, today Gu Chen walked directly into the temple. I quickly followed behind with Zhou Zhen and Anfu, stepping inside.
Today was not the third day of the third month, so there were only the four of us in the temple. Soon after, another person entered from outside—it was none other than the Cold Girl.
Ignoring her, Gu Chen focused his gaze on the two stone statues before us. One statue depicted a heroic man with bright eyes like bronze bells, looking up defiantly ahead. He tightly gripped a three-pronged spear, exuding an air of royalty that was undeniably proud.
A young woman, with a complexion like peach blossoms and a graceful figure, exuded a warm and vivid expression, yet her eyes revealed a deep sorrow. These two stone statues were none other than Xiang Yu and Yu Ji.
Looking at the two statues before him, Gu Chen sighed softly. During the Chu-Han Contention, one night of Chu songs scattered Xiang Yu's three thousand soldiers. After his defeat, to spare Xiang Yu from worries about the future, Yu Ji danced with her sword and took her own life at Gaixia. Later, Xiang Yu carried her body here and hastily buried her, which led to the establishment of the Yu Ji Temple.
After a moment of silence—perhaps lost in memories—Gu Chen instructed Anfu to light the incense he had prepared and place the offerings on the high platform in front of the statues. He then lit the gold ingot candles until they burned out completely and bowed three times in respect.
Raising his head again to gaze at the statues, he remarked, "The past is helpless, tonight is worry-free. From now on, there will be no more grievances; you two can finally soar together."
After saying this, he fell silent. Zhou Zhen and I stepped forward to bow three times as well. To be honest, I held great respect for Xiang Yu as a legendary figure, so these bows came from the heart.
Once the gold ingot candles had burned out, Anfu quietly stood beside Gu Chen.
Our gaze then shifted to the proud young girl who had been standing silently to the side. Her eyes were fixed on Xiang Yu's statue. After we had finished our bows, she solemnly bowed three times herself, bending low with an even more respectful demeanor.
"Let's go," Gu Chen said after glancing at her again. We nodded and followed him out of the Yu Ji Temple.
Before long, the Cold Girl also emerged and walked down to the foot of the mountain with us. As we prepared to leave in our car, she approached us with an icy tone and said, "Can you give me a ride?"
"You walked here," I replied in surprise.
She said nothing but merely shot me a glance before opening the car door and sitting in the back seat.
I was left speechless, staring at her in disbelief. I thought to myself that she was quite beautiful, but how could she be so bold as to sit down without waiting for permission?
Gu Chen glanced at her and said lightly, "Let’s take her along; there’s enough room."
I nodded, and Zhou Zhen had no objections. Anfu was in charge of driving, while Gu Chen took the passenger seat.
No one spoke, and the car was extremely quiet, an uncomfortable silence that felt even more pronounced with the Cold Girl sitting in the middle. Zhou Zhen and I were on either side of her, which made me feel even more awkward.
She maintained a cold expression, staring straight ahead. Unable to hold back, I asked, “Miss, you let us take you along, but we don’t even know your name.”
She shot me a cold glance. I initially thought she would ignore me, but to my surprise, she replied with two words: “Mingyue.”
“Mingyue,” I repeated lightly, slightly furrowing my brow at the name. I didn’t think much of it; after all, we weren’t familiar with each other—just having met a couple of times—and it seemed unlikely we would cross paths again.
The silence returned as we continued our journey, but it was soon shattered by a phone call. It was from He Si, who hurriedly said two words before hanging up.
Those two words made me frown deeply, my expression darkening as I looked at Gu Chen in the front seat.
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