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Chapter 4: Heart as Gray as Ashes
"Yes." Chasing Wind never liked to explain, but in front of Wen Qingyu, he patiently elaborated, "In the past, I served my Emperor, but now I am merely a wanted criminal of the court. You need not doubt me."
Having been overwhelmed by the sudden news, she finally calmed down a bit after listening to Chasing Wind's words.
If Chasing Wind were truly sent by Yan Zhi Xi, she would likely have met the same fate as Wen Ruxue by now.
"I'm sorry," Wen Qingyu whispered.
"It's fine, let's go now." As Chasing Wind stood up with his sword, he inadvertently pulled at his wound and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Wen Qingyu then noticed that the front of Chasing Wind's clothes was stained with blood. Because he was wearing black, it hadn't been obvious before. "Are you alright?"
Chasing Wind paused for a second. He gently waved away Wen Qingyu's hand that was reaching out to support him. "I'm fine, let's go."
It was the same response; this man was always taciturn. Wen Qingyu looked at his proud figure and suddenly felt an uncontrollable guilt for having doubted him earlier, along with an increasing sense of confusion.
Chasing Wind had once been Yan Zhi Xi's shadow guard; why would he take such a great risk to save her?
After successfully shaking off their pursuers that day, Rui Xi was punished by Chasing Wind and never dared to recklessly bring Wen Qingyu down the mountain again.
In the mountains where there was no sun or moon, spring festival was approaching in the blink of an eye.
Chasing Wind had been gone for ten days without returning, which had never happened before. Although it was known that Chasing Wind was highly skilled, Wen Qingyu felt restless day after day.
"Chasing Wind won't be in trouble, right?"
Wen Qingyu chattered incessantly in Rui Xi's ear, her concern evident.
Rui Xi chuckled to herself and winked at Wen Qingyu. "Sister Qingyu, since you care so much about my brother, why not become my sister-in-law?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Qingyu scolded softly, "There is no possibility between Chasing Wind and me."
"Why is it impossible?" Rui Xi stubbornly sought an answer.
Wen Qingyu fell silent for a long time, staring at the half-burned candle on the wooden table before slowly saying, "I am a Polluted Person; I am not worthy of your brother. Moreover..."
Moreover, my heart has already died.
Before she could finish her sentence, the door was kicked open, and a fierce wind instantly extinguished the candlelight, plunging the room into darkness.
The silver moon hanging in the night sky outlined the silhouette of a man, exuding an aura of authority, like a ruler from hell.
Wen Qingyu shuddered; even if he turned to ashes, she would still recognize that figure.
Soon after, the courtyard was illuminated by lanterns one by one.
Yan Zhi Xi's fierce and handsome face suddenly appeared in Wen Qingyu's eyes.
He was filled with rage. That day, upon receiving a secret report about the sighting of Chasing Wind in this town, and having a rough idea of his hiding place, he hurried over on horseback.
The entrance to Yiyun Valley was set with a maze, and he had sent people to secretly crack it for half a month before finally managing to break the formation.
He was filled with excitement, wanting to tell her that he regretted it and wanted to take her Return to the Palace. Unexpectedly, what he heard was this sentence.
“Wen Qingyu, what do you mean by what you just said?”
Yan Zhi Xi grabbed Wen Qingyu's wrist. He wanted to be gentle with her, but at that moment, his tone remained very cold and hard.
In Wen Qingyu's defiant eyes, there was nothing but hatred. “If I were pure, I would definitely marry a man like Chasing Wind.”
“Wen Qingyu, you have quite the audacity.” Yan Zhi Xi tightened his grip even more, afraid she might run away. “Let me tell you, in this life you are mine; in death, you are my ghost. Don't even think about marrying someone else!”
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