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With the support of Fong Yang's lightness skill, Jiang Xi quickly spotted the Sky Pavilion atop Kunlun Mountain. The three bold black and gold characters danced elegantly, seemingly proclaiming its noble and exalted status to the world.
Upon entering the Sky Pavilion, two young gentlemen emerged, one in black and the other in white. The young man in black was cold and composed, like a blade that had yet to be unsheathed.
The young man in white was graceful and warm, as gentle as jade.
Jiang Xi paused for a moment, quietly observing the two individuals. He thought to himself: Fong Yang truly has hidden talents around him; these two outstanding figures, both in demeanor and presence, were indeed under Fong Yang's command.
The capital had its own talents, and now there were these two on Kunlun Mountain.
If Fong Yang didn't possess some real abilities, he probably wouldn't be able to command such willing loyalty from them!
The two men were also taken aback upon seeing Jiang Xi. They quickly composed themselves, lifted their robes, and knelt down. "We greet our master."
Fong Yang exuded an innate aura of nobility and dominance, carrying an imperial-like pressure.
"Yun Ting, Qin Shu, this is my consort, Jiang Xi, the future mistress of Sky Pavilion."
As soon as these words fell, the two men in black and white knelt before Jiang Xi, their eyes filled with willing submission. "We are your subordinates, Qin Shu and Yun Ting, paying our respects to you, Madam."
Jiang Xi looked at the two men before her and gestured for them to rise. "Please, there's no need for such formality."
After respectfully thanking her, Qin Shu and Yun Ting stood up.
A complex feeling surged within Jiang Xi. She had never received such grand respect before, especially from these two extraordinary men who clearly were not ordinary individuals. It seemed that apart from Fong Yang, no one else could make them kneel in homage.
She felt unworthy of such honor, especially when she recalled her past life—her foolish actions had directly led to Fong Yang's demise. She felt even more that she was undeserving of him.
Fong Yang calmly instructed, "On April Eighteenth, I will marry. Xi'er will depart from Kunlun Mountain. Yun Ting, you are fully responsible for the arrangements; it must be grand."
Jiang Xi was taken aback and turned to him. "Fong Yang, it doesn't have to be too extravagant."
Yun Ting smiled gently. "How can it not be grand when the Regent of Great Zhou is marrying? A daughter is being married off from Sky Pavilion on Kunlun Mountain; there’s no need for you to worry. Everything will be handled by me."
Jiang Xi couldn't help but be astonished; so this was Fong Yang's intention in bringing her to Kunlun Mountain.
A wedding at Sky Pavilion would surely create a sensation across the nine nations.
Fong Yang led Jiang Xi inside and gently instructed, "You all go prepare the bath. In half an hour, have a light meal ready."
Yun Ting and Qin Shu bowed and retreated with several others.
Today, Jiang Xi was feeling a bit bold and had even invited Fong Yang to join her in the hot spring.
After bringing Jiang Xi to the bathing hall, Fong Yang turned his back to her and said politely, "This is spring water drawn from the mountains. Soaking in it helps relieve fatigue, but don't stay in too long. They will attend to you; I'll wait outside."
Jiang Xi hurriedly called out to stop Fong Yang from leaving. "Fong Yang, don't go. I have something to say to you."
Fong Yang's body slightly trembled; if it were anyone else, they might have lost control. He softly replied, "Be good. Whatever you want to say can wait until after your bath. I'll step outside for now."
Suddenly, Jiang Xi stepped forward and linked her arm with Fong Yang's, looking at him innocently. "Don't go. I'm not afraid; what are you worried about? Can you help me massage my shoulders?"
This scene was a significant test for any normal man.
Fong Yang found it hard to refuse Jiang Xi's request and stayed to massage her shoulders.
Jiang Xi comfortably squinted her eyes and asked, "Were you trying to leave just now because you were afraid you couldn't be Liu Xiahui?"
With a hint of laughter in his eyes, Fong Yang shook his head and said, "No, I just have matters to discuss with Qin Shu and Yun Ting, so I'm not in a hurry to bathe."
Jiang Xi chuckled, sinking deeper into the water before turning to him. "I think you're worried that staying will make it hard for you to control yourself. You've been traveling these past few days; it's actually been tougher on you than on me. Why not join me for a soak?"
The straightforward and alluring scene made Fong Yang swallow hard several times, but he still refused, saying, "We will be married in just a few days."
Jiang Xi laughed lightly. "You really are a principled man. Speaking of which, as the daughter of Sky Pavilion, my marriage will surely cause quite a stir. Are you hoping to make me the envy of everyone?"
Fong Yang lifted her hand and kissed it gently. "It should be said that I want to be the envy of all men."
Jiang Xi smiled brightly. "You Guild Master of Sky Pavilion, do you really think marrying a wife will make you become a son-in-law?"
Fong Yang gazed intently at Jiang Xi. "In the future, I will also become a son-in-law of Tianqi; on that day, I will need my wife's protection."
How could Jiang Xi not understand Fong Yang's feelings? She pressed her cheek against his and said, "Did I do too many good deeds in my past life and save countless lives? Is that why I'm so lucky to meet you this time?"
Fong Yang's eyes deepened as he suppressed certain emotions. "The lucky one is me; it is I who am fortunate to have met you."
Fong Yang ultimately insisted on not offending Jiang Xi before their marriage. He took care of his bathing, handling everything from drying him off to dressing him, and carried him back to the chamber.
Jiang Xi, feeling drowsy, forgot the embarrassment of being seen naked and murmured sleepily, "Fong Yang, you’re so good. You’re kind and handsome; the more I look at you, the more I like you."
Fong Yang leaned down and kissed him gently. Unable to resist the pull of sleep, Jiang Xi drifted off.
Fong Yang's heart raced as feelings surged within him like a tidal wave. He maintained his position, bending over to kiss Jiang Xi, gazing quietly and devotedly at the young man's face, filled with an indescribable affection and deep emotion.
After falling asleep, Jiang Xi felt as if he had entered another dream where someone kept calling out "Xi Xi Xi Xi." However, when he woke up, he couldn’t recall any images from the dream, only that voice echoing in his ears.
Han Yue entered with a basin of water and said, "Miss, you’re awake. Are you hungry? After washing up, you can have your meal. The prince has ordered a feast prepared just for you."
Jiang Xi snapped back to reality and looked out the window, asking, "Where's Fong Yang?"
Han Yue placed the basin on a nearby stand and replied, "The prince is in the study. Would you like me to fetch him?"
Jiang Xi raised his eyes and caught sight of someone entering through the door. With a faint smile, he said, "No need for you to go."
Fong Yang walked in wearing a pristine white robe that accentuated his elegance and beauty, making it hard for anyone to look away.
Han Yue bowed slightly and quickly exited, thinking to himself: I definitely don’t want to be a third wheel here.
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