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Huo Yun'ai had practiced martial arts for many years and had excellent eyesight. Due to his experiences during the war in his childhood, he was extremely vigilant.
Qing Wu had already noticed him as soon as he arrived. However, since the sword technique he was using had not yet reached its conclusion, he did not approach immediately.
Once he finished his swordplay, he did not wait even a moment longer and directly rushed towards the girl. He stopped right in front of her.
The boy's clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body, revealing his lean physique without an ounce of excess flesh.
Qing Wu looked at him with some concern and kept glancing around, searching for something.
"What are you looking for?" Seeing her looking around restlessly, Huo Yun'ai also turned to look around. After searching for a while, he found nothing and was even more puzzled about why she was acting this way.
"Did you not bring anything to wipe with?" Qing Wu, having not found what she wanted, shifted her gaze back to the boy's sweaty face and asked curiously, "What will you do like this?"
Only then did Huo Yun'ai realize that Qing Wu was trying to find something for him to wipe off his sweat.
He raised his hand to brush back a strand of hair from the girl's temple but noticed his hand was covered in sweat and quickly withdrew it. Indifferently, he said, "There's no need to wipe it off. It won't be finished anyway. It's better to just wash up when we get back; it'll be fine soon."
Qing Wu, being weak herself, had long developed the habit of paying attention to her health.
Hearing him say this, she couldn't help but respond, "It's fine in summer, but now it's cold. If you're not careful and catch a chill, what will you do?"
The words "It doesn't matter" were already on Huo Yun'ai's lips. He thought for a moment and smiled even more deeply. Then he said, "Are you worried about me?"
He quietly added, "In that case, I'll wipe a bit after all. I wouldn't want you to keep worrying about it. But I need to use your handkerchief; I didn't bring mine."
Qing Wu was taken aback by his words.
Her face instantly flushed red as she glared at him and said, "Wipe if you want! If you catch a cold, what does it have to do with me? You really shouldn't be so considerate."
Though she spoke like this, she was indeed worried about him. Despite feeling somewhat annoyed, she reluctantly took out her handkerchief.
As she pulled it out, she kept reminding him, "Just return it to me after you use it. Otherwise, if it falls into your hands and someone finds out, it would be another hassle."
The last word had not yet fallen from her lips when her words suddenly turned into a gasp.
It turned out that Huo Yun'ai did not go to take her handkerchief at all, but instead directly grasped the hand that held the handkerchief and wiped his face with it.
The boy had just finished practicing martial arts, and his body was covered in a warm, damp sweat.
As soon as the girl's hand touched him, she instinctively shrank back. He held her hand firmly, preventing her from pulling away.
However, he did not hold her hand completely. Instead, he left her fingertips exposed, allowing them to slowly wipe over every part of his face along with the handkerchief.
He wiped very slowly, moving from his brow to his eyes, then to his nose and lips.
Thus, her fingertips gradually glided over his brow, eyes, and nose, finally stopping at his lips.
After a light chuckle, he moved slightly. A gentle kiss landed on her fingertip.
Qing Wu was very embarrassed and annoyed, pushing him away. He countered by gripping her hand tightly in his palm.
"Let's go," the Young Emperor said with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. "There aren't many people on the road at this time. I chose a path for us to return together."
At this moment, it was still dark, and the wind was quite cool.
Although the girl was dressed warmly, Huo Yun'ai still worried that she might feel cold. When they reached a deserted stretch of road, he wrapped his arm around her, letting her lean against him as they walked slowly forward.
It was only at this moment that Qing Wu gently brought up Dou Mama's matter.
"I want to ask you for someone."
"Who?" Huo Yun'ai found her cautious demeanor amusing and playfully poked her delicate nose.
"Dou Mama."
"Her?" Huo Yun'ai asked in surprise, "Did I not give her to you earlier?"
"It's different," Qing Wu shook her head and carefully explained the situation to him.
Huo Yun'ai listened quietly, his expression unchanged. When she finished, he sighed and said, "I understand." Then he added, "In that case, let her go with you."
Upon hearing his sigh, Qing Wu quickly apologized.
She had just spoken two words when she felt a heavy pressure on her head; he had rubbed her head affectionately.
"Why are you being so distant with me?" The young man's tone was filled with displeasure. "If she doesn't follow me, I have other trusted people to accompany me. You all have been in the Northwest for these years, and I have managed just fine, haven't I? Instead, it's you who has been worrying me. If someone is wholeheartedly devoted to you, I would be even happier."
"But..."
"I was thinking," Huo Yun'ai understood she was referring to that sigh, "that I hadn't considered things thoroughly. Even if I want to do more for you, I should give you enough freedom. It was my oversight."
After pondering for a long time, he said, "Let's wait a few days. I'll select some people to serve at Ningxin Pavilion. With the New Year approaching, it wouldn't be appropriate to make such a big change now."
Qing Wu did not expect that this matter would turn out like this in his hands.
She felt a mix of emotions and sighed inwardly; this young man thought entirely of her well-being, and such deep feelings... she feared she could never repay them in this lifetime.
The last few days passed quickly.
Huo Yun'ai was busy with affairs while Qing Wu accompanied him daily, organizing documents and files without daring to make any mistakes. She entrusted all matters related to the Brewery to Dou Mama.
When the twenty-eighth day finally arrived, it was the day of sealing.
With everything settled, there was nothing left to do but wait for the New Year.
Huo Yun'ai still attended the last morning court of the old year while Qing Wu found herself with some free time.
She knew that today Dou Mama would use the excuse of a farewell to meet Yen Mama again.
So Qing Wu and Li Zi mentioned their destination and headed towards the Brewery, preparing to see what was happening with Dou Mama and Yen Mama over there.
Li Zi originally wanted to follow Qing Wu. Unfortunately, Uncle Yu had gone to court with His Majesty, and today was a special day, so there were bound to be many people around. He noted down Qing Wu's words and decided to wait here for His Majesty's return.
He thought everyone would be eager for the New Year, so the morning court session would surely end early. However, he ended up waiting nearly an hour before His Majesty finally returned.
Moreover... His Majesty returned with a face full of anger.
Seeing Huo Yun'ai's unmasked fury, Li Zi felt a chill run down his spine and quickly asked Uncle Yu silently what had happened.
Before Uncle Yu could respond, a series of loud crashes echoed from inside as many pieces of porcelain shattered one after another.
Uncle Yu wore a bitter expression and briefly explained the situation to Li Zi.
It turned out that during today's court session, Zheng An had brought up old matters again, raising the issue of Huo Yun'ai's Grand Wedding. He even brought along a group of Old Ministers who were sobbing dramatically.
On the surface, it was presented as "persuasion," but in reality, it was nothing short of "coercion."
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