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A playful smile flickered in Xie Qing's eyes, and the sulking Feng Qingxue couldn't help but take off the phoenix crown from her head and place it on Xie Qing's head. "If you laugh at me again, I will go plead with the Emperor to retract his decree and not marry you."
"Is that true?"
With the crown crooked on his head, paired with Xie Qing's serious expression, Feng Qingxue raised his chin and laughed, "Seeing you so nervous, if you can make me happy, I will take back what I just said."
"How does General Feng wish to be made happy?" Xie Qing changed from his usual composed demeanor in front of others and threw a flirtatious glance at Feng Qingxue, smiling obsequiously.
In front of outsiders, she was a general who balanced strength and gentleness, while Xie Qing was the trustworthy Third Prince.
No one would know that they also had an unserious side. Just like in their youth, when they dressed in disguise to sneak into a gambling house for a bit of fun, they played until dawn.
Eating, drinking, and gambling—whatever the dandy played, Feng Qingxue became proficient in all under Xie Qing's company.
Because of this, during leisurely drinking sessions in the army, Feng Qingxue's ability to drink without getting drunk earned her the respect of the soldiers.
On this day, Feng Leng changed into light male clothing and took an eyebrow pencil to "slightly enhance" Xie Qing's face.
After three years apart, Xie Qing's deep-set eyes had developed a mature and profound charm. With delicate fingers bearing a layer of callus, she gently brushed against his cheek. At such close proximity to his handsome face, Feng Qingxue could even see the fine hairs on his skin.
Watching Xie Qing's gaze grow deeper, Feng Qingxue's red lips curled up as she painted on his face. The ruggedly slanted brows and pockmarked skin transformed the once elegant young man into an ugly man in her artistic hands.
"Are you done playing?" Xie Qing asked seriously with a face full of spots.
Feng Qingxue rolled her eyes and suddenly planted a kiss on the now ugly-looking Xie Qing's face. Seizing the moment he was stunned, she quickly grabbed the rouge and painted half of her own face red and half white like a yin-yang mask.
"Now even a beggar on the street wouldn't dare look at us."
Feng Qingxue said smugly as she took his hand and walked out of the residence. As they passed a corner entwined with green vines, Xie Qing pointed at the vines of the Moon Hairpin Flower and said, " Ling, why don't we try that again?"
Following Xie Qing's gaze to see a patch of green that she had forgotten about in the corner, Feng Qingxue looked at the scar on her wrist with a hint of sadness. "I was young and ignorant back then to believe my father’s deceptive flowers. This vine has been here for twelve years; I have never seen it bloom."
Feng Qingxue's tone carried a faint sorrow. Twelve years ago, her mother passed away. At that time, she cried every day wanting to find her mother. In desperation, Feng Jin gave her a seed of the Moon Hairpin Flower and deceived her by saying that this flower was left by their ancestors. He told her that if she could make it bloom, her wishes would come true.
Feng Qingxue was sobbing and carefully planting the Moon Hairpin Flower at this corner.
However, after half a year of her meticulous care, the trellis covered in green vines did not bloom the Moon Hairpin Flower that Feng Jin mentioned could bring her mother back to life.
Feng Jin thought that if he comforted the child at that time, she would naturally forget it over time, but he did not expect Feng Leng to be terrifyingly persistent.
"Let's go, if we don't hurry to Wuweiju's Roasted Pigeon, it will be sold out." Feng Qingxue urged, hiding the sadness in her eyes.
"This way." After they had eaten the Roasted Pigeon, Feng Qingxue pointed to another entrance of the long street and said, "Today, let's try a different gambling house."
"A different gambling house?" In the past, he and Feng Qingxue had always gone to the largest Ancheng Gambling House in the capital.
"This time we are going to Shunhe." Feng Qingxue glanced around and whispered to Xie Qing, "This Shunhe Gambling House has only been open for less than two years in the capital. I heard from my brothers while I was on the frontier that there is a lot going on here."
A fleeting look of unusual emotion flashed in Xie Qing's eyes as he hesitated and said, "I heard Ancheng has many new games. Are you really not going to take a look?"
"No new game is as fun as the spies from Chu." As she spoke, Feng Qingxue turned and walked towards Shunhe Gambling House.
It was noisy and bustling; all gambling houses were like this. "Gentlemen, please come inside."
The servant at the gambling house paused when he looked at the two entering. What kind of people had servants like him not seen? Could it be that this servant recognized Xie Qing's identity?
Feng Qingxue cleared her throat, which brought the servant back to his senses.
Noticing a man in blue walking by on the second floor, she feigned excitement and pulled Xie Qing into the crowd.
"Did you see that? The man who just appeared on the second floor is Xiong Lin, a trusted aide of the Sixth Prince of Chu," Feng Qingxue said softly to Xie Qing while looking at the Pai Gow table.
Xie Qing's other hand, which was not held by Feng Leng, tightened involuntarily. He did not want Feng Qingxue to give up her desire for revenge for her father.
He said, "Emperor Chu has already ceded cities to seek peace. Soon, Father will send General Tang to escort Eighth Sister to Chu for marriage. Ling, if you cause trouble at this time, it will not be good for the relationship between our two countries."
"Who said I came here to cause trouble?" Xie Qing was worried about her; how could she not know? Feng Qingxue replied, "I am just here to take a look."
Taking advantage of a moment to use the restroom, Feng Qingxue leaped onto the roof of the gambling house and lifted the green tiles of the room where Xiong Lin had just entered. On the table lay a map of the Jiang Kingdom's borders, and at that moment, Xiong Lin was discussing with two others: "My lord says that this time the Jiang Emperor has chosen the Eighth Princess to marry my lord, which is nothing but a gamble. If..."
Just then, the sound of a hidden weapon slicing through the air reached her ears; she didn't expect to be targeted.
She swiftly dodged, and of the three hidden weapons coming from the same direction, two brushed past her, but one still pierced her arm.
To think there were such skilled individuals in Chu State! The assailant in black vanished into the crowd in an instant. After chasing for two streets, Feng Leng's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and soon his vision blurred before he collapsed on the road.
"A Leng." In her unconscious state, she kept hearing Xie Qing's anxious yet gentle voice. When she opened her eyes and saw Xie Qing, Feng Qingxue initially thought it was just an illusion.
Whenever she was injured and unconscious at the border, she could always hear Xie Qing calling her softly. She couldn't die before avenging her father; Xie Qing was still waiting for her, so she absolutely could not die.
Since Feng Jin's passing, she had never shed another tear.
"I'm afraid... I won't see you again," she said as she hugged Xie Qing tightly, choking on her words.
Xie Qing's warm hand patted her back as he comforted her, "Silly girl, I won't let anything happen to you."
She pressed her lips tightly together and buried her head in Xie Qing's chest. A bitter tear spread across his clothing as she felt his steady heartbeat. In her heart, Feng Qingxue silently said to Xie Qing, "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry for always making you worry because I can't let go of avenging my father...
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