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The night concealed the clamor of the day. Gao Feng was in high spirits, refusing to sleep, and he stopped Qin Yaru from resting, having long forgotten the saying he had heard over a decade ago: "Women should never stay up late."
One hand propped on the table, he played chess with Consort Qin.
Qin Yaru's chess skills were quite average, but it depended on who she was playing against. Compared to Gao Feng, she was definitely at a higher level. Despite being a capable general known for his military prowess and intelligence, when it came to chess, he often focused too much on one aspect and ended up making mistakes, jumping into traps himself.
Playing chess with him, Qin Young Lady found it difficult to lose; even giving him face was a challenge.
Gao Feng didn't mind losing; he remained cheerful regardless. While playing chess with Qin Yaru, he chatted with her.
As Qin Yaru listened to Gao Feng's current situation, she couldn't help but reminisce about her past life.
"It's strange; you were born a slacker in your previous life, a classic example of a prodigal son returning home. In this life, it's the same story. Life's coincidences are truly unpredictable."
In her past life, Gao Feng was an orphan, having lost both parents. Fortunately, a comrade of his father's adopted him. However, his adoptive father was busy with work and neglected his education. During his rebellious teenage years, he mingled with street delinquents and committed numerous misdeeds—except for physically assaulting nursing homes or stepping into kindergartens.
After more than a year of rebellion, Gao Feng suddenly lost interest in that lifestyle and quickly turned his life around. He studied diligently and gained admission to the best military academy in the country. Within ten years, he rose through the ranks to become an outstanding special forces captain at a young age, earning both admiration and respect from his superiors.
Gao Feng flipped over the chessboard, losing two more games without interest in continuing. He rested his head on Qin Yaru's lap and smiled as he murmured, "You know I always plan my life ahead. Before I turn thirty, I want to take my woman to experience all the romantic things in the world. I plan to get married by thirty and have a son or daughter before thirty-five. By forty, I want to retire and spend time with my family... I didn't achieve it in my last life, but I'll keep striving in this one."
Qin Yaru merely smiled.
Gao Feng shifted slightly to find a comfortable position: "Soon it will be my turn to be your pillow. Qin Yaru, when did you come here? How have you been?"
Qin Yaru chuckled softly, glancing down at him as she whispered in his ear: "Actually, I am originally from the Song Dynasty; I am indeed Qin Yaru from that era. I just took a trip to the Twenty-First Century."
She then focused on his handsome face but was surprised that Gao Feng showed no signs of shock; he didn't even raise an eyebrow.
"What's wrong? Aren't you surprised?"
Gao Feng smirked slightly, revealing two white teeth: "Surprised about what? Do you really think I'm foolish enough not to recognize the closest woman beside me? In the Twenty-First Century, where would you find girls who cover themselves from head to toe even in summer? How could there be women who inadvertently perform greetings like that?"
"You clearly don't know much about antiques, yet just a glance at a Song Dynasty Flower Vase, without even touching it, and you can tell it's fake. The melodies you play on the guqin are so ancient that even the masters struggle to understand them. You write beautifully, paint exquisitely, can embroider flowers, make your own clothes, and even craft your own shoes. Back then, when time travel was all the rage in our team, many probably thought there was something off about you."
"If it weren't for encountering time travel, I might have been puzzled for a while. But since I've experienced it, how could I not guess your identity?"
Qin Yaru chuckled—indeed, they were all her people, those she could trust with her life. In front of them, why would she bother to hide? None of them were fools or blind; if they hadn't encountered her directly, they might have thought she resembled an ancient woman, but upon meeting her, they would surely realize the truth.
Gao Feng's eyes sparkled with cunning: "Don't worry, your man won't be easily scared."
However, as soon as Qin Young Lady opened her mouth and simply stated her family background, Gao Feng's composure shattered.
"What? Your father is Qin Yizhi? Your elder brother is Qin Wenyuan?" Gao Feng stared in disbelief, letting a chess piece fall to the ground without even bothering to pick it up.
Seeing his strange expression and clenched teeth, Qin Yaru couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong? Is there something special about my identity?"
Gao Feng sighed, hesitated for a moment, and finally mumbled with flickering eyes: "It's nothing special... It's just that when the Gentle Blue Princess kidnapped you, I intervened."
This matter would eventually come to light unless they prevented Qin Wenyuan and his sister from meeting face to face.
Even though Gao Feng felt awkward and uneasy about it all and was somewhat guilty, he ultimately dared not hide the truth. Taking a deep breath, he spilled everything he knew.
Qin Yaru was also surprised—her elder brother Qin Wenyuan was actually Gao Feng's right-hand man. Gao Feng suspected that she might disregard the lives of the Qin Family for her husband. They had already had opportunities to meet; it was just a matter of unfortunate timing. That chance could be seen as either fortunate or unfortunate.
It was a long story.
Gao Feng continued until dawn broke, explaining how he met the talented Qin Wenyuan, how they became friends through battles, their deepening bond leading to Qin Wenyuan's loyalty to him. He recounted how he learned about the past of the Qin Family and deduced that their second lady—Qin Yaru—was suspicious. He described sending spies to investigate the Pang Family and Xiangyang Wangfu, uncovering the Gentle Blue Princess's actions and deliberately creating trouble for the Pang Family.
"That idiot Qin Wenyuan; his sister is named Aman and sometimes calls her 'Second Lady.' Why don't you just call her Qin Yaru?"
Gao Feng sighed. He didn't consider himself a virtuous person but followed local customs; how could he dare inquire about his brother's sister's given name? As a result, this delay turned into quite a lengthy affair.
Suddenly sitting up straight, Gao Feng grabbed Qin Yaru's hand: "You haven't done..." Before he could finish his sentence, he abruptly stopped. "That's right, you are Qin Yaru, so you naturally haven't done anything."
He was a suspicious person, and his job required him to be distrustful of everyone except those he absolutely trusted. These two completely opposite qualities were best embodied in him.
If it weren't for Gao Feng's reminder, Qin Wenyuan would probably never have doubted his sister.
Qin Yaru sighed. She had not yet felt happy about finding her elder brother so easily and that fate had changed; her brows and eyes dimmed instead.
"Listening to you, I also feel quite suspicious."
On the eve of that calamity years ago, Qin Yizhi had secretly hidden a confidential letter in the tube of his most cherished Wolf Hair Brush and entrusted it to his daughter.
At that time, he probably hoped that his daughter would use that brush and discover the letter to send it to his mentor.
However, he never even had the chance to ask his daughter whether the letter had been sent out before the Qin Family was raided, and he was thrown into a dark prison.
In prison, he was monitored, and even after being exiled, he still hadn't uttered a word.
At that time, Qin Yizhi probably wished for his daughter to live well and not get involved, thus the truth remained forever hidden in layers of fog.
Even after living two lives, Qin Yaru only knew for sure that Xiangyang Wang had framed the Qin Family, but she had no idea how it was done or if there were any other hidden secrets.
"It seems that my matters with Chen Wenyue cannot come to an end yet."
She originally thought she would never have any further connection with Wang Wu in this lifetime. However, that Wolf Hair Brush was something she personally gifted to Wang Wu. She had never seen the confidential letter, but Chen Wenyue might have.
Qin Yaru was not a foolish person; she just couldn't comprehend how deeply involved Chen Wenyue could be if this matter truly related to him. He was her father's beloved disciple; her father had given him everything, even his most precious daughter. Not only did he fail to repay her father's kindness, but how could he possibly turn against them?
That person had studied Confucian classics for over ten years and always prided himself on being a gentleman.
"Get some sleep for now; I'll take care of the rest slowly with you."
The two met for the first time in this life, and they lost track of time while chatting. By dawn, Qin Yaru took a blanket and covered Gao Feng, allowing him to sleep for a little while. It was also her first time closing the door of Nangyun Study and hanging up the sign that read 'The Master is busy, closed for the day.'
Gao Feng was always alert. Although he was sleeping, it wasn't for long. In a daze, he sensed a shallow breathing sound nearby. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a chubby little white doll standing beside him.
The little doll had a serious expression on its face, but its eyes were dark and bright, just like Qin Yaru's—very beautiful.
Gao Feng had always liked children, but at that moment, he felt a strange emotion in his heart—it was Qin Yaru's son with that scoundrel.
She was the woman he loved, and he had fantasized countless times about them starting a family together, having one or two children, and living an ordinary life filled with chaos.
Gao Feng smiled bitterly. Indeed, men are possessive. If Qin Yaru were just like him, simply someone who had crossed over, it would be fine. But the fact that she had a history with Chen Wenyue made her the woman he cherished. Just thinking about it made his heart feel sour and uncomfortable.
"You... you are the Great General, Gao Feng?" Da Lang bit his lip, his eyes flickering with unspoken admiration. In recent days, wherever he went to play or passed by tea houses and taverns, he heard stories of General Gao defeating the Liao Dynasty. What boy doesn't dream of being a hero?
Gao Feng raised an eyebrow. After all, love extends to all things; simply because he was the son of the woman he loved, he naturally felt a sense of familiarity. He reached out to ruffle Da Lang's hair and smiled, "I am Gao Feng; you are Da Lang, right?"
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