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Lingyun Mountain was steeper than I had anticipated. After struggling to reach halfway up, I was drenched in sweat. I glanced at Rao Yin, who seemed completely at ease, like a wealthy young master on an outing.
I recalled that the Immortal Grass was red and had seven leaves, so I ignored him and crouched down to search for it.
After searching for quite some time without spotting any red leaves, I noticed Rao Yin standing nearby, enjoying the breeze. Frustration bubbled within me as I was about to ask if he was here to supervise my efforts when suddenly, a rumble echoed through the sky, and a flash of lightning split the air. In an instant, heavy rain began to pour down.
Fortunately, there was a cave nearby where Rao Yin and I could take shelter from the rain, though we were already soaked through. Rao Yin pulled out a wine flask from his robe, took a sip, and offered it to me. "Have some."
I looked at it with disdain and declined; I didn't want to drink his saliva.
Rao Yin shrugged. "Suit yourself. This wine will warm you up. I forgot to mention that this mountain is full of unclean things that love to prey on those with cold bodies."
In the next moment, I took the flask from his hand and gulped down its contents. I feared nothing in this world except ghosts; I had been afraid of them since childhood.
A sharp spiciness rushed down my throat, and I turned to Rao Yin. "How do you know there are unclean things in this mountain?"
"I came here secretly with my elder brother when we were kids."
The Eldest Prince? I pondered for a moment. "How did the Eldest Prince die?"
I sensed a flicker in Rao Yin's gaze as he replied, "One night he fell into a pond; by the time they found him, he was already dead."
Hmm? What could the Eldest Prince have been doing at the pond in the dead of night? Was he admiring the moon or the lotus flowers? My mind raced with thoughts until I realized that Rao Yin had fallen silent, half of his figure shrouded in shadow.
A thought flashed through my mind before I could stop myself. "You... you... could it be that you..." Did you kill the Eldest Prince?
Don't blame me for thinking this way; before crossing over, I had been watching dramas like "Beauty's Heart" and "The Legend of Zhen Huan," where palace intrigues were always brutal and merciless.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp thump on my forehead as Rao Yin chuckled softly. "What are you thinking? Just drink your wine."
With a thud, I was forced to drink another mouthful of alcohol, and my head began to spin. Some people go wild after drinking, others fall asleep, but me? I just love to sing. Clutching the wine jug like a microphone, I started to hum a tune.
“Oh—how I long to walk with you for a lifetime, no matter how far or how much life changes, only the pursuit in the wind matters, I don’t want to linger in solitude…”
“What are you yelling about?” Rao Yin frowned.
I was singing in Cantonese, so of course he couldn’t understand. I kindly switched songs: “The man who tames horses is mighty and strong…”
Rao Yin’s frown deepened: “Where did you learn all this?”
Where did I learn it? It’s a famous song! Who doesn’t know how to hum a few lines? I shot him a disdainful glance, my mind foggy as I gazed at the bright moon in the sky, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.
“ Granny Hu!” Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Rao Yin called out and grabbed my chin. “ Lady Hu Third!”
“Huh?”
Rao Yin stared at me: “And then?”
“The wine is gone.”
“I still want to drink.”
I froze as a wave of warmth washed over me, landing on my lips.
The unique scent of a young man enveloped me, making it hard to breathe. The strong liquor I had just downed suddenly hit me hard; my face flushed and my heart raced like a drum. He skillfully pried open my teeth with his tongue and slipped inside. Finally, he licked my lips and smiled slightly: “So sweet.”
Was he talking about the wine or… me? My head buzzed as I managed to stammer out, “I… I have a husband and children.”
“Your husband and children are dead.”
"I am a widow, I bring misfortune."
"Who says widows are unlucky?" he retorted.
I was furious. "You are a prince; what woman do you not have? Why... why do you have to provoke me?"
"You are different." Before I could finish my sentence, I heard him speak slowly, his dark eyes seemingly touched by frost and dew.
What does he mean... I am different? His demeanor made my heart inexplicably race, and my eyelids grew heavier. In a daze, I recalled that I had indeed gotten drunk in front of him before.
It was when I had just arrived and missed home terribly. One night, I sneaked some wine that the old nurse had hidden away.
By the time Rao Yin arrived, I was already completely intoxicated, dragging him along while crying and laughing. I remember telling him, "Don't call me Lady Hu Third; my name is Hu Ru Fei! I'm not Lady Hu Third at all; I don't even know how I ended up in this hellish place... I held onto him and asked, 'Do you know the pain of losing your past and becoming another person?'"
The next day, I woke up terrified, but he never mentioned it again.
Another flash of lightning struck, and with a loud crash, I instinctively grabbed onto something and hid. When I realized it was Rao Yin's embrace, I heard a voice by my ear say, "Don't be afraid; I will protect you... Ru Fei."
Huh? What did he call me? Surely, I must be drunk again, just like last time.
I craved that warm body heat and nestled into him like a kangaroo.
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