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She quietly stepped back, standing in the dark for a long time before revealing an excited expression. Unable to contain herself, she hurriedly ran towards Feng Yuan's bedroom, her steps slightly unsteady.
Standing at the door, she joyfully and anxiously called out his name. In his surprised gaze, just like usual, she dashed forward and buried herself in his embrace, sobbing into his shoulder as it trembled slightly.
He stroked her inky black hair and chuckled softly, "Silly girl, why are you back again?"
She spoke rapidly, "Feng Yuan, I can't bear to leave you, but I also want to help you. You must wait for me; we will always be together, side by side, never apart."
Her eyes were fixed on Feng Yuan, filled with urgency and reluctance, her hands instinctively gripping his sleeve.
"Okay."
He slowly pushed her away, gently holding her somewhat cold hands. He looked at her with a deep smile, his gaze as gentle as water, whispering softly, "When the time is right, I will go to the capital to fetch you."
She stopped crying and slightly lifted her head, forcing a smile as she gazed at Feng Yuan. Yet her eyes revealed a hint of complex emotions.
He was always so gentle and composed, like the spring breeze of March that inexplicably softened one’s heart.
In the past, she had been infatuated with this quality of his; now it stirred a sense of resentment within her. She bit her lip tightly, her hands clenching into fists, wishing she could reach into his heart and ask why he could be so cruel and heartless towards her!
The next day when she left, it was pouring rain again, just like the torrential downpour when they first met.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky followed by a rumble of thunder. She stepped out from the resting pavilion, took a deep breath, and plunged into the stormy weather. The rain instantly soaked her hair and clothes.
Her sky had been completely torn apart by Feng Yuan last night, and the only warmth in her life had been utterly destroyed by him.
She opened her arms, tilting her head back to welcome the rain that fell like arrows, tears mingling with the raindrops on her face, flowing down her neck and soaking her clothes, her body trembling slightly.
Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan...
He was her sworn enemy, yet she had unknowingly fallen in love with him.
Thinking of her lively and adorable sister and her kind-hearted parents, an immense pain crushed her, making it hard to breathe.
As she collapsed to the ground, she grabbed a sharp stone and cut her wrist, swearing an oath with her blood—
Years ago, he had meticulously destroyed everything she held dear; now, she would do everything in her power to take away all that he had! Her eyes reflected determination as her teeth clenched tightly.
A cold smile played at the corners of her mouth as she thought of the distant imperial city, filled with treachery and uncertainty. All she felt was endless cold and boundless darkness, instinctively curling up.
"From today onward, you shall be my Consort Yun."
Feng Xuan carefully took her delicate hand, gazing at her as if she were a treasure. His eyes, bright as pearls, seemed to shimmer with a hint of moisture, making it hard for him to look away.
He silently pulled her into his embrace and whispered softly, "Kezhai, let me take care of you from now on."
His arms wrapped tightly around her as if afraid that if he loosened his grip, she would vanish.
The first time he saw her was beneath the rockery in the Imperial Garden.
She whispered to a nearby maid, "Sister, are you free? A lady's mother has entered the palace, and they are sending someone to guide her. You should hurry and take a look."
Once the maid had walked away, she gracefully climbed up the artificial hill. Halfway up, she crouched down to sniff the air and smiled knowingly, saying, "It really was her who spilled the oil. Remember to take the other side when you come down; stepping on an oiled stone could make you slip."
What a clever and lively girl she was, charming despite her young age.
Feng Xuan felt delighted and asked her, "Whose child are you?"
To his surprise, she made a funny face, flashed a playful smile, and then turned to run away with light steps.
He followed her at a distance and soon saw the Minister of War Deputy, Yun Chen, holding her hand as they walked out together in an affectionate manner. It was then that he finally realized her identity.
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