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"Xin'er, where have you been? Do you know how worried I am? I just heard from the servants that you suddenly ran out of the inn at noon without saying a word. Xiao Huan lost track of you and rushed back to the manor to look for you."
As he held Xin'er’s petite body, Leng Yixuan couldn’t help but spill all his doubts and concerns.
Seeing the worried expression on the handsome man’s face as he embraced her made Xin'er’s tears flow uncontrollably.
When Leng Yixuan saw Xin'er crying so helplessly, his heart shattered. He immediately reached out to wipe away her tears while anxiously asking, "Xin'er, what happened? Tell me, no matter how big the problem is, I will solve it for you!"
Hearing Leng Yixuan's words, Xin'er felt a whirlwind of emotions inside her. Looking at this handsome man filled with concern, she had so much to say to him.
Yet, in that moment, she couldn’t utter a single word.
What if she really was the daughter of the Evil One Sect Leader!?
Knowing Xuān's character, he loved her. Even if she were truly the daughter of a demonic sect, he would probably marry her and love her without a second thought.
But if people found out about her identity, it would surely bring harm to him...
What would Xuān do then!?
The court and the demonic sect had always been irreconcilable enemies. Anyone associated with the demonic sect was to be killed without mercy.
She didn’t want Xuān to suffer any harm because of her...
The more she thought about it, the more sorrowful and heartbroken Xin'er became.
No matter how much Leng Yixuan asked, she remained silent. Seeing this, Leng Yixuan had no choice but to speak up.
"Xin'er, if you don't want to talk, then don't. Come on, stop crying. Let's go back to the manor, okay?"
"Mm." Feeling Leng Yixuan's tenderness made Xin'er’s nose tingle.
In the end, she nodded and allowed Leng Yixuan to carry her into the carriage, which then headed towards Cold Manor.
At that moment, Xin'er was heartbroken and completely unaware that a man in black stood quietly not far from them.
After Xin'er and Leng Yixuan left, the man in black turned and departed...
That night, after dinner, Xin'er accompanied Leng Yixuan in the Pavilion, quietly admiring the moonlight over the Lotus Pond.
Leng Yixuan leaned gently against the Palace Couch while Xin'er nestled comfortably in his arms.
Her beautiful eyes were misty as she stared blankly ahead.
In front of her, lotus flowers were half-blooming, a breathtaking sight.
However, none of this registered with Xin'er because her mind was filled with thoughts of what had happened earlier that day and the words she had heard at the inn.
Leng Yixuan, who held her tightly, said nothing; he simply embraced her quietly. Although he didn’t know exactly what had transpired that day, he understood that when Xin'er was ready to talk, she would.
So all he needed to give her now was time.
Thus, in the Pavilion, neither of them spoke. The surroundings were silent except for the soft rustling of leaves stirred by the wind.
The evening breeze gently caressed the surface of the lake, causing the lotus flowers to sway and releasing their fragrant aroma into the air.
Leng Yixuan held Xin'er tightly in his arms, his chin lightly brushing against her forehead in a tender and affectionate gesture.
After a long while, Xin'er slowly came back to her senses. It seemed as if she had thought of something, and she opened her mouth to ask.
"Xuan."
"Yes?"
Hearing Xin'er finally speak, Leng Yixuan's deep black eyes sparkled for a moment, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips as he looked at her.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, I just recently heard some stories about the Demon Sect and became a bit curious. By the way, what is that Demon Sect like?"
Upon hearing Xin'er's question, Leng Yixuan was unsure why she asked. However, as long as she was no longer silent and worrying him, that was enough.
With that thought in mind, Leng Yixuan began to explain.
"The Demon Sect has always existed in the martial world. However, in recent years, their actions have severely threatened the development and interests of the court. Both the court and the martial world cannot tolerate such an evil path. Therefore, the Emperor has issued an order to eliminate the Demon Sect without mercy. Anyone associated with them must die!"
"What!? The Emperor really issued such an order!?"
Upon hearing this, Xin'er's face was filled with astonishment.
However, soon after, Xin'er perhaps realized that her expression was too agitated, so she paused for a moment and then asked, "What if someone doesn't know that the person beside them is from the Demon Sect? What if the person they like is from the Demon Sect, and they marry them? What will happen then? Will they also be implicated?"
"Yes, that's right. After all, if he marries this person, he must know them very well. So regardless of whether this person truly doesn't know or not, the Emperor's order is absolute—no mercy!"
"This..."
Upon hearing this, Xin'er felt as if her heart was being tightly squeezed by someone's hand, the piercing pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Her face turned completely pale in an instant.
Noticing something was off with Xin'er, Leng Yixuan immediately asked, "Xin'er, what's wrong? Are you feeling feverish? Why does your face look so bad?!"
After saying this, Leng Yixuan reached out repeatedly to touch Xin'er's forehead.
Seeing Leng Yixuan's worried expression, Xin'er couldn't help but pull his hand away and said, "I'm fine, Xuan. Don't worry about me; I'm just a bit tired."
"Tired? Then let's take a break!"
Upon hearing Xin'er's words, Leng Yixuan replied.
At this, Xin'er nodded immediately.
"Yes, okay."
Upon hearing Xin'er say this, Leng Yixuan immediately picked her up and returned to the room.
After that night, Leng Yixuan and Xin'er had been sharing the same bed every night.
After all, their wedding date was set, and they had already shared intimate moments. Now, they were just waiting to get married and become a legitimate couple.
But could they really get married!?
This thought puzzled Xin'er...
...
The night grew deeper.
Finally, Xin'er fell asleep.
Leng Yixuan, who had been lying beside her, sat up from the bed. He leaned down and gently kissed Xin'er's forehead, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern.
In the end, Leng Yixuan slowly pushed open the Carved Wooden Door and left the room.
At this moment, the night was thick as syrup, the moon bright and stars sparse in the sky, with the Evening Breeze blowing gently.
Once outside the courtyard, Leng Yixuan turned his back, hands clasped behind him, his gaze fixed ahead as he called out.
"Ping'an."
"Yes, I am here."
With Leng Yixuan's words, Ping An swiftly appeared before him, his silent demeanor revealing the high level of his martial arts, concealed yet formidable.
Upon seeing Ping An, Leng Yixuan crossed his arms and lightly rubbed his smooth, strong chin. After a long moment, he finally spoke to Ping An.
"Go investigate where Xin'er has been today, whom she has met, and what she has heard. Once you have clarified everything, come back and tell me!"
"Understood."
Receiving the order, Ping An immediately turned and vanished into the night in less than a moment.
Only then did Leng Yixuan turn around to gaze at the slightly ajar Carved Wooden Door behind him, his Deep Black Eyes flickering with a complex and inscrutable expression...
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The sound of drums and gongs filled the air with joy throughout every street in the capital.
A procession adorned in vibrant red made onlookers envious!
It was a beautiful sunny day.
Under this clear weather, a wedding procession grandly moved through the bustling streets filled with people.
The crowd pushed and jostled, eager to catch a glimpse of the Groom's splendor.
Riding a magnificent steed at the front of the wedding party was a man of extraordinary grace and striking handsomeness, stirring excitement and envy among all who watched—men, women, and children alike.
The Groom, riding on a magnificent steed, wore a radiant smile of happiness on his face, for today he was about to marry the woman he loved.
This should have been a day of great joy. However, when the Groom arrived at the bride's chamber, he found that he was not alone with her.
Inside the room, there were many oddly dressed individuals with fierce expressions, all casting disdainful and menacing glances at the Groom.
Seeing this, the Groom's gaze fell upon his Wife, and the smile that had once graced his face froze in place.
"Xin'er, you... you are one of them!?"
"No, no! It's not like that! Xuan!"
"Xin'er, don't be afraid. Even if you are one of them, I will still marry you!"
The Groom's face softened with a gentle smile.
However, that smile lasted less than a moment before his eyes widened in shock and disbelief as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He turned to see a man clad in armor who had just plunged a sword into his back.
As the Groom collapsed, the man declared with unwavering righteousness, "All those connected to the dark sect shall be killed without mercy!"
"No, Xuan! No, no..."
"Xin'er, what's wrong!? You were having a nightmare. Wake up, Xin'er!"
Hearing that familiar voice and the gentle sway of distance, Xin'er trembled slightly before finally opening her tightly shut eyes.
In an instant, Xin'er felt something warm flowing from her eyes, as if something was continuously spilling out.
Seeing Xin'er with tears streaming down her face and sweat soaking her forehead, Leng Yixuan couldn't help but take out a handkerchief. He wiped the sweat and tears from her face, then spoke with concern.
"Xin'er, you had a nightmare. Don't be afraid!"
"Xuan, Xuan!"
Hearing the man's deep and gentle voice, Xin'er was momentarily stunned, but soon she snapped back to reality from the nightmare.
She reached out her arms and tightly embraced him, crying into Leng Yixuan's chest.
All she could do was repeatedly call his name, without saying anything else.
Seeing Xin'er cry pitifully while calling his name over and over again, Leng Yixuan felt as if his heart was about to shatter.
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