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Chapter 6: Heartfelt Confession
Wen Qingyu hurried along two routes and then headed to Yiyun Valley.
The only people she knew now were Chasing Wind and Rui Xi.
At the foot of the mountain, she bought food at the Steamed Bun Shop. As she was leaving, she overheard the owner talking to the butcher at the neighboring stall.
"Did you hear? The emperor was assassinated and is currently in critical condition. The palace is now seeking skilled doctors, offering a reward of ten thousand taels of gold."
"Ah, if he can't be saved, there will be a change of emperor. Who knows if that will be a blessing or a curse."
Yan Zhi Xi was surprisingly still alive.
Wen Qingyu felt a mix of emotions; it was as if she suddenly exhaled but also felt an increasing weight in her heart.
She stood dazed in front of the Steamed Bun Shop without leaving.
"Miss, are you alright?" The owner asked with concern when he saw her pale face.
Wen Qingyu waved her hand, "I'm fine."
She left in a daze, forcing herself to climb the mountain. After a long journey and feeling a bit cold, she fainted halfway up.
"Wen Girl."
In her daze, she heard someone calling her name but couldn't tell who it was.
Wen Qingyu was ill for three days and slept deeply.
When she woke up, she heard Rui Xi joyfully shouting outside the room, "Brother, Qing Yu sister is awake."
This scene felt familiar, reminiscent of the first time waking up in Yiyun Valley. In the next moment, Wen Qingyu stared at Rui Xi, thinking that soon, Chasing Wind would come in with a bowl of medicine.
Sure enough, Chasing Wind walked in. However, Wen Qingyu could tell that this time it was not medicine; it was the fragrant aroma of chicken soup.
Chasing Wind touched her forehead and said, "The fever has subsided. Get up and drink some chicken soup."
Wen Qingyu was helped up by Rui Xi. She smiled faintly at Chasing Wind, "I don't have much of an appetite."
Chasing Wind looked at her with a somewhat stern gaze. "Even if you don't want to drink, you need to consider the child in your belly."
Wen Qingyu paused for a moment before accepting the chicken soup and forcing herself to drink it despite feeling nauseous.
After she finished drinking, Chasing Wind handed the empty bowl to Rui Xi and instructed, "Take this out to wash. I need to speak with Wen Girl privately."
Rui Xi did not ask further questions and left, closing the door thoughtfully behind her.
"What do you want to ask me?" After a long silence, Wen Qingyu had to take the initiative to speak.
"I'm sorry," Chasing Wind said.
Wen Qingyu felt a bit confused. Chasing Wind continued, "For the past three months, I've been looking for opportunities to save you, but I failed each time."
"I don't blame you. The reason I survived is because of you. How could I blame you?"
The smile of this gentle woman stirred mixed feelings in Chasing Wind. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "How did you manage to escape?"
In an instant, Wen Qingyu's smile was replaced by an indescribable emotion. "I... wounded Yan Zhi Xi."
This answer surprised Chasing Wind. Having served as Yan Zhi Xi's shadow guard for decades, he knew that Yan Zhi Xi's skills were no less than his own. How could a weak woman like Wen Qingyu possibly injure him?
He did not ask further, knowing that some things could not be answered.
Wen Qingyu had been recuperating in the mountains for more than ten days, and under the care of Chasing Wind and Rui Xi, her health had improved significantly.
During this time, Chasing Wind had secretly infiltrated the palace and confirmed that Yan Zhi Xi was indeed seriously injured and had not attended court for a long time. The palace was in chaos, as rumors spread that the remnants of the Crown Prince were stirring, attempting to seize power.
Chasing Wind kept this information to himself and did not tell Wen Qingyu.
Another month passed, and Rui Xi received a letter from the Western Regions stating that her mother's old illness had flared up. Rui Xi needed to return to check on her. The journey to the Western Regions was long, and it would take several months.
Once she left, only Wen Qingyu and Chasing Wind remained.
"Brother, I entrust Sister Qingyu to your care."
Rui Xi winked at Chasing Wind earnestly; she genuinely liked Wen Qingyu, this resilient and kind woman, and hoped for a good outcome between Wen Qingyu and Chasing Wind.
Chasing Wind glanced at Rui Xi without saying a word. He flicked his sword, tossing a package to Rui Xi, urging her to leave quickly. Wen Qingyu misunderstood, thinking that Chasing Wind was displeased with her words, and smiled to ease the tension. "Rui Xi, don't be silly."
"It's not silly."
Wen Qingyu was stunned; this statement actually came from the usually expressionless Chasing Wind.
Rui Xi grinned mischievously and teased Chasing Wind, "Brother, you finally spoke up; that's quite rare."
Chasing Wind stared at Wen Qingyu, noticing her disbelief and shock, and sent the talkative Rui Xi away.
In the following days, Chasing Wind did not mention this matter again, but Wen Qingyu could feel his increasingly attentive care.
Knowing Chasing Wind's feelings, Wen Qingyu could no longer accept his kindness without guilt.
One day, when Chasing Wind returned from practicing swordsmanship, he discovered that Wen Qingyu, who had never touched a drop of water in the kitchen, had actually prepared a meal. Although the presentation was poor—the greens were burnt and the reds were charred...
Seeing Chasing Wind's gaze, Wen Qingyu blushed and said, "It's not good..."
"It's very good." Chasing Wind put down his sword and sat down comfortably to eat.
Wen Qingyu held her bowl with great courage, finally speaking the words she had been contemplating for several days.
"Chasing Wind, I don't want you to be so good to me anymore. I... don't deserve you." Her previous words to Yan Zhi Xi were intentional, but they were also her true feelings.
As a Polluted Person, she felt unworthy of someone as good as Chasing Wind.
Chasing Wind, who had been focused on eating, put down his chopsticks and looked closely at Wen Qingyu, whose hair was completely white. A sudden pain struck his heart.
"I like you, and it has nothing to do with who you are or what your status is." Chasing Wind spoke slowly, reaching out to gently hold Wen Qingyu's slender hand resting on the table.
"Yesterday's you has nothing to do with how I see you now, Qing Yu. I will always protect you."
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