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Time passes quickly, yet sometimes it drags on.
It is now April Seventh... well, probably evening.
Probably, because I can't see outside.
I hug my knees and sit quietly in the corner of the wall. The surroundings are pitch black, devoid of any light, but I have been sitting here long enough for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
The place I am in should be a dungeon. In front of me are Iron Bars that I can barely make out, and beyond them lies another cage and a long corridor that seems to stretch endlessly.
When that woman closed the door and left, she sneered at me, saying I could slowly wait for the poison to take effect and enjoy the rare taste of this poison. By then, I would receive a grand gift from her, allowing me to spend an unforgettable and wonderful long night.
Yes, today is April Seventh, the day we have been planning and waiting for—the Ritual Ceremony. Now, April Seventh is almost over.
What? You ask if we have lost?
Absolutely not.
Today, many things happened; just thinking about them now still sends shivers down my spine. April Seventh is the day we broke through our opponent's maze, marking the first defensive battle for the Jade Balance Bureau. Yes, it was them; our opponent truly is Mirror Gate! This is the first direct confrontation between the Jade Balance Bureau and Mirror Gate.
Some of these events I witnessed firsthand, while others I heard from others. Regardless of how I learned about them, they all excite me. I think this day will forever be etched in my memory.
As for why I ended up alone in this dungeon, that's an entirely different story.
So let me start from the beginning.
This morning, at the witching hour when Night Phantom often appears, someone sneaked into my room. But it wasn't a ghost; it was Nie Qiuyuan.
Autumn seemed to creep in through the window, pulling me out of my warm cocoon and wrapping me tightly in its embrace.
"What’s going on? I barely have enough time to sleep, and now you come here to mess with me?" I complained groggily.
"I'll ask you one more time," Autumn's voice was far from cheerful. "Don't go, don't get involved. Just stay home and wait for me, okay?"
That snapped me awake.
This question had been posed since we started making plans, and it had continued until now. I wouldn’t give in, and he didn’t push, but he remained steadfast in asking.
"Ren Pingsheng will target you. If Ruo Chanjuan is around, it will be even worse for you, so..."
I knew he was worried about me, and a warm feeling surged within me. But when I heard the name "Ruo Chanjuan," I suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation.
"Hey, what’s going on between you two? You didn’t have a fling with her before, did you?"
Oh my god, I startled myself. How could I say something like that to my idol?
"Oh? Are you really concerned?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.
I pushed him away with all my might. This annoying feeling… thinking about how Autumn grew up in Mirror Gate, and that woman known as the "White Tiger" might have been his childhood sweetheart or at least a classmate—given their connection as desk mates—made me want to hit something. Was I… jealous?
Autumn tightened his hold on me; I couldn’t push him away at all. Not only could I not move him, but he also pinned my hands down and subdued me with a long kiss.
"We were all strangers before; in Mirror Gate, we wore masks and had never seen each other's true faces. Where would there be… any fling? I don’t recognize the White Tiger, and I’m not interested in her," Autumn explained seriously.
I finally became obedient, allowing Qiu to pull me as we leaned against the bedside, his arm wrapped around me.
“If you really have to go, take care of yourself. No matter what happens, your safety comes first.”
“Mm.”
“If something happens to you…”
“Mm?”
“I won’t be living alone.”
Though the words were simple, they were clear and powerful. This man beside me had always supported me, no matter what I wanted to do or how crazy my ideas were; he would never stop me, only stand by my side.
It meant that even in death, we would be together.
I suddenly felt a shock, a deep sense of satisfaction, as if my life had taken root amidst the stormy chaos.
I nestled closer to him, feeling his embrace tighten around my shoulders. In my heart, I made a decision: once the battle of the Ritual Ceremony was won, I would privately honor my hero. I would give him flowers and then quietly whisper in his ear.
I love him. I choose to spend my life with him, growing old together.
I would cherish my life in the Tang Dynasty for him; everything was just beginning, so why wouldn’t I treasure it? Yet for this battle, I felt compelled to participate because Qiu knew well that the person involved would face a severe test. Only by being by that person’s side could I protect him properly.
I had a responsibility to guard him well, for the sake of the owner of this body.
As the clock struck midnight, we all sprang into action, setting off in different directions.
According to the plan, I was paired with Luo Dachun, while Nie Qiuyuan, Han Meilan, and Lin Jiu formed another group. Luo Dachun had initially been strongly opposed to this arrangement; he argued that women should not be on the battlefield to avoid causing trouble. However, both Meilan and I were adamant about our participation, and to his surprise, Nie Qiuyuan also supported our decision.
"This time, although the enemy is hidden and we are too, they are not ordinary foes. I expect there will be all sorts of unexpected situations. Liuying and Meilan are not like typical girls; they can be of help."
I understood that Qiu was doing this entirely to fulfill my wishes, and my gratitude was beyond words. As we parted ways, I heard Qiu softly whisper in Luo Dachun's ear as they brushed past each other: "Take good care of her."
Luo Dachun gazed steadily at Nie Qiuyuan for a moment before a bittersweet smile crossed his face as he replied, "Alright."
I changed into the black tight-fitting outfit that Luo Dachun had prepared for me and donned a black mask. This outfit seemed specially tailored; its defining feature was its utter ordinariness—so plain that it had no distinguishing characteristics whatsoever, resembling the most common attire worn by those who operated in the shadows.
Luo Dachun adjusted my belt and cleverly secured my two weapons—a short sword and a dagger—at my waist so that they would not hinder me yet remained easily accessible. His movements were gentle, and his voice carried a hint of melancholy warmth.
"Ying Ying... Don't worry; I won't be in any danger. You've changed; you're stronger than before, which is good."
I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't sure what he meant by "Don't worry; I won't be in any danger." Was he referring to his own physical condition or my feelings for Nie Qiuyuan? However, I couldn't agree with his last statement; he had no idea how strong the original "me" truly was, nor did he understand just how resilient Ye Liuhui was.
For a moment, I felt like crying, but I couldn't allow myself to do so. Gritting my teeth, I said firmly, "Brother Luo, let's go. I'll follow your lead."
We mounted our horses and galloped into the night towards Qingliang Temple.
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