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Before I could even gasp in surprise, I heard Luo Dachun's furious shout, which forced the words that were about to escape my lips back down.
"Nie Qiuyuan, what do you mean by this? Can't you dodge such an attack? Are you looking down on me?"
Nie Qiuyuan did not respond; instead, he swung his sword and fiercely engaged him in battle. From the intensity of their moves, it was clear that he had no intention of backing down.
Suddenly, I realized that this was probably not the right moment for me to intervene. Even though I was worried and even though Nie Qiuyuan was bleeding now, I knew better than to speak up. Despite their fierce fighting, I believed they would never truly aim to kill each other. After all, what had they been working towards all these years if not mutual support?
"Nie Qiuyuan, I don't know where your skills have gone! If you're not going to take this seriously, then just take a couple more hits!"
As he spoke, there were two sharp sounds, and Nie Qiuyuan's shoulder was slashed open, leaving two large gashes in his clothing. This time, the fabric tore enough to expose his skin, revealing blood.
Melan gasped in shock, and I grabbed her hand, managing to hold back my own cry.
As we anxiously watched, they continued to fight for another half hour, both beginning to pant heavily. Finally, they kicked each other away and stopped. It was impressive how fast they moved and how long they managed to keep it up.
Luo Dachun stood still for a moment before throwing his dagger angrily into the bushes. Nie Qiuyuan planted his sword into the ground and leaned on the hilt, bending slightly as he breathed lightly. His jet black hair fell messily around him.
Only then did we dare to approach. But just as we got close, Luo Dachun suddenly turned around and grabbed my wrist.
"Ying Ying, tell me honestly, are you happy?"
Although he spoke with a slight breathlessness, his tone was remarkably calm. For some reason, that calmness struck me like a knife to the heart.
I gazed at him, steadying my emotions. I was Ye Zhenzhen now; I was not Ye Liuhui. The one I loved was Qiu; it had always been him and would forever be.
In love, there is no question of selfishness. One must always start from their own true feelings; otherwise, even love twisted by good intentions is unfair to everyone involved.
"Brother Luo, I am very happy and feel incredibly lucky," I replied firmly.
Nie Qiuyuan slowly lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes revealing a multitude of meanings. His face was almost expressionless, yet somehow, I could sense the joy within him.
Luo Dachun suddenly laughed and released my hand.
"Very well, this is actually the best outcome in my heart. I hadn't realized that this person had such feelings; I was still trying to bring you two together, after all, this person is the best choice I could think of."
With that, he abruptly turned and swept away.
Luo Dachun's words left me feeling desolate. He had always considered himself someone with little time left to live, so rationally, he never viewed himself as a lifelong companion for Ye Liuhui. However, emotionally, when faced with the situation, it was indeed not easy to cross this hurdle.
I walked into the flower bushes and picked up Luo Dachun's short knife. It was thin, slender, and sharp, with a trace of blood on it.
Was it Autumn's blood?
I turned to look at Nie Qiuyuan; he had already stood up as if nothing had happened and was walking toward the inner courtyard. After hesitating for a moment, I decisively followed him. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Melan stepping forward, but she was pulled back by Lin Jiu.
Han Meilan paused for a moment, seemingly realizing her behavior was inappropriate, and stopped in her tracks.
I struggled to keep up with Nie Qiuyuan as he walked quickly. Despite being injured, he moved so fast that I could barely keep up. Moreover, he wore a blank expression and ignored me completely; he wouldn't even say a word in front of others. What was he trying to prove?
Why on earth did he have to fight with Luo Dachun?
I entered his room just as he closed the door behind me; he suddenly embraced me tightly.
Please, don't be so two-faced! If you still have the energy to be hands-on with me now, it clearly means nothing serious is going on.
"What are you doing? Get off me; you're covered in blood!" I said irritably.
"Zhenzhen, why are you being so fierce? I'm covered in blood here, and you don't even seem to care. It hurts!"
"Knowing it hurts, yet you still fight? I thought you had no nerves!"
"Nerves? I have them!"
"You know about nerves?"
"Zhenzhen, you told me about them."
Ah, I remembered now; I had indeed explained the Nervous System to Night Phantom. Seeing my idol frowning, his expression suddenly turning into that of Pitiful Night Phantom, I could only sigh in defeat.
I helped him take off his outer coat. I had once dug an Arrowhead out of Night Phantom's shoulder with a dagger, and he hadn't made a sound then. But now, just taking off a coat had him grunting and complaining about the pain.
Once the coat was off, I noticed three cuts on his body—superficial lacerations that were bleeding a bit more than usual. Even if it were me, I wouldn't be whining like this.
I felt both angry and amused; all my sympathy vanished. As I cleaned his Wound and applied medicine, I did so briskly and ruthlessly, earning a few more cries of anguish from him.
"Why are you hitting me?" I asked while bandaging him.
"He wanted to hit me; what could I do?"
"Really couldn't dodge?"
At that moment, Qiu laughed.
"I really want him to take a couple of swings at me; is that not allowed?"
What a bizarre way to express feelings! I tightened the bandage, causing him to shiver slightly.
"What if you get hurt?"
"Well, does Zhenzhen still care about me? Don't worry, his knife skills are excellent; he wouldn't take my life. Look, the cut isn't that deep, is it?"
I tied off the bandage and paused my movements, suddenly feeling a heaviness in my heart.
"What should we do?"
I avoided his injury and gently rested my head against his chest. Since this man is the one I want to entrust my life to, I am no longer just Ye Liuhui. Should I tell Luo Dachun?
Either way, someone will definitely get hurt. Which would be more painful: Ye Liuhui marrying someone else or the fact that Ye Liuhui is already dead?
Nie Qiuyuan's smile faded as he replied seriously, "I don't know."
This was the first time he admitted uncertainty. Although he appeared gentle, he was usually very decisive. It seemed this time, he truly hesitated.
I suddenly felt something was off; there seemed to be something related to Luo Dachun that I had noticed for the first time, something that felt slightly awkward, but at that moment, I hadn't grasped it.
Now that I was thinking about Luo Dachun, I realized this issue.
"Our wedding date... how exactly was it determined?"
"I had someone calculate it."
"Nie Qiuyuan, stop trying to fool me! Do you have my birth date? I was born after the year 1400; how could anyone trust your calculations? You're over a thousand years older than me; how could you possibly determine a date?"
"I never knew I was that much older than you..." He widened his eyes in surprise.
I shot him a disdainful glance.
"Stop pretending."
What if the calculated date really falls on the sixth day of the fifth month? Ye Liuhui's note clearly states that it is Luo Dachun's birthday. Nie Qiuyuan has seen this note, and I refuse to believe he is so clever yet has such a poor memory.
Isn't this a bit cruel? It means that every year on his birthday, Luo Dachun will be reminded of the unfortunate fact that the one he loves has married someone else.
"You really can't hide anything from you," Nie Qiuyuan sighed. "But I didn't deceive you; this date was indeed calculated by someone. It was Bopo the Divine Monk from Zhu."
"It was my intention to arrange a marriage with the emperor, and just then Zhu Gao Seng Bopo Master happened to be there, so the emperor asked him to calculate a date for me. He didn't even need our birth dates; he just looked at me and gave this date."
I was dumbfounded at that moment. This Zhu Gao Seng Bopo Master must have been guessing; picking such a date is just too unfortunate.
"Zhenzhen, when I received this date, I was indeed hesitant. However, after two days of deliberation, I finally decided to choose this date. I feel that perhaps this is truly a sign of fate."
What does fate mean?
Nie Qiuyuan reached out an arm to embrace me, and perhaps the movement affected his freshly bandaged wound, as his brow furrowed slightly.
"Since destiny has been set like this, if he is a man, he must stand up for himself. No one can help him with this matter. I hope that from this point on, he can gain a new life."
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