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I suddenly laughed strangely and then calmly said, "Alright."
He looked at me with a complex expression for a while, then turned and left without saying a word.
As I watched his retreating figure, a phrase suddenly came to mind: "The great hidden among the city, the small hidden among the forest."
There is no sorrow greater than the parting of life and death, and no joy greater than new acquaintances.
The Jin Kingdom should be buried amidst the world, vast and endless, passed down through the ages, enduring through the millennia. So why not take this opportunity to fulfill my long-held wish?
This place was never meant to be my world. I too want to live for myself just once.
As if my thoughts had settled all at once, I suddenly felt that the heavy shackles had become somewhat lighter.
I lay there, quietly closing my eyes to savor the rare tranquility.
In a daze, I seemed to hear Little White's voice reaching out to me: "Master Jin, I have brought someone for you. They are right beside you."
I looked at him in confusion. "Who?"
Little White remained silent, only letting out a soft sigh. "Master Jin, the greatest gift of humanity is to be oneself. Do not blind your eyes or your heart; I believe that one day you will understand..."
"Little White... what are you talking about?" I called out urgently, but he had already vanished from the illusion. I didn't understand why he would say such strange things.
What does it mean that someone has been brought to me?
Who is this person?
In my hazy state, I suddenly heard a harsh noise. I opened my eyes and was startled to find that the Ugly Servant who had been attending to me was trying to unlock the chains binding my limbs. On the third day when my martial arts had recovered, I had considered escaping from these shackles. Yuwen Ruojian seemed to understand and reminded me not to waste my efforts; these chains were forged from materials discovered in the icy depths of the South Sea. Without a key, even a god would not be able to escape.
"What are you doing?" I asked in shock.
He lifted his head to look at me, his eyes filled with pain. It struck me as strange; he looked nothing like the emotionless person I was used to. His gaze was filled with something I couldn't comprehend.
He stared at me, opened his mouth, but suddenly realized he couldn't say anything. He shook his head and, with an intense expression, focused on freeing me from my restraints.
"You can't open it without the key..." I started to say, but then I heard a click. I froze; it felt like my left foot was free.
He—he actually had a key!
Who is he? Why is he saving me? I couldn't make sense of it.
And yet, I couldn't leave. Not yet. I hadn't fulfilled my plan.
I don't know how much time passed, but eventually, he managed to free all my bindings.
Without saying a word, he urgently grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the exit. Having been confined to the stone bed for days, my body was stiff and unresponsive, and I stumbled awkwardly to the ground as he yanked me along.
Hearing a loud crash, he turned around to see me sprawled on the floor.
I tried to move my limbs and realized they felt foreign—stiff and cold.
As I struggled to regain control of my body, I asked, "Who are you? Where are you taking me?"
A flicker of pain crossed his eyes; he seemed to want to say something but couldn't find the words.
When our gazes met, I saw desperation in his eyes—a longing for me to leave with him. There was also an unusual expression that I couldn't quite grasp.
It was only then that I noticed his irises were a strange blend of silver and purple, shimmering in a way that felt otherworldly.
He walked over and helped me up, then lifted me onto his back. It was only then that I realized how comfortable, wide, and warm his back was.
But who was he? I didn’t know him. Why was he taking me away? Was this another vortex?
I suddenly struggled and said, “Who are you? I don’t know you. You’d better leave quickly; otherwise, if you get caught, you’ll be in big trouble. I won’t go with you.”
His body stiffened involuntarily, and I could even feel his breathing become labored; his face froze.
Yet in the end, he still ignored my punches and kicks. Just as I was gathering my inner strength to sneak attack him, he suddenly stopped, and I halted as well.
Because Yuwen Ruojian, dressed in red, appeared like a demon emerging from the darkness, coldly gazing at us both with a sinister smile and said, “Want to escape? An Jin, do you regret it?”
I calmed down and coldly met his gaze. “I don’t regret what I’ve said. He just wants to take me out for a stroll. It’s none of your business.”
“Is that so?” Yuwen Ruojian’s lips curled up strangely. “If you want to go outside for a stroll, why didn’t you tell me? Come on, I’ll take you.” He stepped forward to take me from Ugly Servant’s back.
However, Ugly Servant retreated like a beast, coldly refusing to let him touch me.
Such possessiveness was chilling.
I lay limply against his back, somewhat astonished by his boldness. I thought someone as terrifying as Yuwen Ruojian would instill fear in everyone. His gaze was so intense that if I hadn’t grown accustomed to it, I would have likely been terrified by such malice, such anger, such bloodthirstiness.
Yet he calmly continued to back away with me.
I began to examine this usually silent and reserved Ugly Servant with a new perspective.
He was truly different.
Yuwen Ruojian's lips curled into a bloodstained smile. "Let her go."
The Ugly Servant remained unmoved, standing proudly. A strange feeling stirred in my heart. Suddenly, I recalled Xiao Bai's words—did they signify something?
His figure suddenly grew taller, exuding an imposing aura that was particularly intimidating, even causing Yuwen Ruojian to furrow his brow. No one had ever fought for me like this, recklessly resisting.
I leaned against his neck and suddenly let out a low laugh.
I was happy, but—
I whispered softly in his ear, "Thank you. But let me control my own fate."
After saying that, as he turned back with a look of astonishment in his gaze, I gently jumped down from his back, which I felt reluctant to leave. Step by step, though I limped slightly, I still walked toward Yuwen Ruojian without looking back.
Seeing me approach him willingly, Yuwen Ruojian's cold expression softened a bit, but his gaze toward the Ugly Servant remained filled with murderous intent.
Yuwen Ruojian suddenly stepped closer to me. The world spun around as he swept me up in his long arms.
As he carried me away, he commanded, "Someone take him away. My newly planted peony needs fertilizer."
What? Fertilizer? Was he really going to chop him into meat paste for that purpose?
"Wait," before I could fully process what was happening, my mouth had already opened. "It was I who asked him to take me out; the one who should be punished is me, not him." For some reason, I felt an odd urge to prevent any harm from coming to him.
"Are you blaming me for being unfair in my punishment?" He smiled lightly. Looking at his alluring smile that rivaled any woman's made me uneasy. He continued, "Very well then, expel him from the estate; I don't want to see him again. As for you," he turned to me, narrowing his phoenix-like eyes and leaning close to my ear, "I will punish you properly." With that, he leaned down unexpectedly and swiftly kissed my lips.
Behind us came a sound like a trapped beast's groan—the Ugly Servant struggling against several guards, trying desperately to reach Yuwen Ruojian. I didn't look back; my mind was blank at that moment.
His kiss was hot and enticing; his fiery tongue slithered into my mouth like a snake, intertwining with mine. I stood there dazed, neither responding nor rejecting it. Perhaps I had forgotten how to refuse.
In a haze, I saw his face, oddly flushed with a strange rosy hue, like a flower gradually blooming.
This shy and harmless Yuwen Ruojian felt somewhat unfamiliar to me.
He ended this stormy kiss and held me again as we walked outside.
As we reached the door, for some reason, I couldn't help but turn back.
I saw the Ugly Servant standing silently in place, watching us.
His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his face was pale and weary. His gaze flowed like water, filled with endless sorrow.
His expression gave me a fleeting illusion; it felt as if he had been waiting for me there for a lifetime.
And I, to wait for something, had crossed through a thousand years to arrive.
I looked at him, my gaze calm, yet my heart pondered: Beyond the twilight in the wilderness, who are you waiting for at the edge of the sky?
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