Dugu Ye gently touched her face reassuringly, "No, Wanwan, don't worry, I'll talk to her." Qianxi is in the same boat as him, she shouldn't do such a thing.
Murong Wan felt a surge of dissatisfaction. Although she had made up those words, a woman's intuition was usually right. Judging from the way Qianxi usually looked at Ye and her hostility towards her, she absolutely could not keep her by her side. And considering Ye's attitude, this woman was even less likely to stay.
Author's Note:
One update per day...
Chapter 31 Finally Found You
The dark alleyway was eerily quiet. Only the old night watchman's gong echoed through the long, narrow passage. The flickering candlelight cast a long shadow of him. He walked slowly through.
Suddenly, a man in black appeared, his sharp, discerning eyes visible beneath a black mask. "Come out," he said, his voice cold and calm.
Clap clap clap.
A pure white fan spun and flew by, drawing in a powerful gust of air, like a sharp, pressing blade, carrying immense destructive power.
The man in black calmly drew his longsword. A flash of silver light, a dazzling interplay of light, and with a flourish, he hooked the white fan, lifted it high, and cleaved it straight down from the middle. With a hiss, it tore open like a piece of cloth.
"What a pity, this is a rare, one-of-a-kind landscape inscription, the only one of its kind in the world."
A man with a nonchalant smile, dressed in a loose red outfit, emerged from the darkness.
The man in black exuded a strong killing intent.
The man in red was not to be outdone.
A strong wind suddenly swept through the quiet street, even carrying away the stalls along the sidewalk. The two men stood facing each other, speechless.
The man in red chuckled. "It seems you don't want to fight me head-on. This is a post."
It flew over in a flash.
The words "The Appointment at Yunfei Mountain" were prominently displayed on the paper, and a flash of shock crossed the black-clad man's eyes. Seeing that the red-clad man had no other intentions, he used his lightness skill to leave.
"Young Master..." the person who appeared behind him said hurriedly.
His casual smile gradually turned serious. He held up two fingers, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's go back to the manor."
***
Liu Mengjun hurriedly called Liu Feiyue to the study.
"I have arranged your engagement. In three days, it will be your wedding with the Fourth Prince."
She was shocked by the news. Why was it so rushed, especially since it was her wedding to the prince? Moreover, someone had asked her if she wanted to go. Why did she suddenly make such a decision?
"Father, I..." He refused without hesitation.
With a wave of his hand, his expression turned serious. "This is an arranged marriage by our parents and a matchmaker. How dare you speak on it?"
When did Dad become so heartless and authoritarian? I thought...
Somewhat angry, she said, "Father, what do you take my marriage for? How could you suddenly make such a decision? Do you think I have to marry off my daughter to a pig or a dog without saying a word?"
“You…” His eyes widened, “Unfilial daughter.” His angry eyebrows shot up, “If a father commands his son to die, the son must die. Even if I were to order you to die, you would not be allowed to say a word.”
"father……"
I turned around in surprise, and there was Liu Mengshi. She smiled smugly and slowly said, "Yue'er, your father is thinking of you. You should marry him. Besides, you're marrying above your station. Right, Father..."
Liu Mengjun said fiercely, "Stop saying anything. The matter has been decided. Just accept your fate and get married."
Still stunned, I felt a mix of emotions.
In the study.
The two people stood back to back.
"Will you ensure her safety?"
"yes."
"I don't expect you to be very good to her or love her much. Just let her live a good life, no matter what."
"Feel sorry."
He felt apologetic, apologetic for not being able to save the Liu family from crisis, and apologetic for his own powerlessness.
A wrinkled old hand was placed on his shoulder and patted him. "Let's go."
Liu Mengjun aged instantly, and all the lost years were displayed on his body in an instant.
Long ago, there were two continents that lived in peace, separated by a swampy forest. Neither knew of the other's existence. Later, adventurers' explorations led to various conflicts. Nomads from the coastal continent repeatedly crossed the swamp to plunder and rape on the other continent, causing constant conflict and war between the two. Then, a devilish figure appeared on the coastal continent. He was ten feet tall, a gigantic and burly man with an astonishing appetite—reportedly consuming three bushels of bull at each meal. He was also lecherous, abducting women to serve him every night. People feared him and made him their king. Many fled to the other continent, where he began to conquer it, indiscriminately killing and devouring its inhabitants, showing no mercy. He plundered vast amounts of wealth and beautiful women, indulging in pleasure day and night.
People lived in misery, and it was said that every night was filled with the mournful cries of ghosts and wolves, yet he found pleasure in it. A blind fortune teller predicted that in the near future, a hero would emerge to overthrow the demons and become the new king.
As expected, a supposedly brave and wise young man appeared. He was handsome and took the opportunity to stay by the demon's side. His good looks prevented the vicious demon from devouring him, allowing him to wait for his chance. Finally, while the demon was soaking in the hot springs, the demon killed him. This brought peace to the entire continent, and the demon was revered as king, with the surname Dugu. This demon, it is said, had his body burned for seven days and seven nights before dissipating, and his soul was sealed within three treasures.
Once these three treasures are activated, they will not only unlock the boundless power of countless riches and treasures, but may also break the seal on that demon.
Three days later.
The wedding proceeded as scheduled. Sitting in the sedan chair, she felt none of the nervousness and excitement a bride should have; instead, she felt a stifling resentment. She had no obligation to marry that prince, so why should she obey his demands? She also had the right to refuse. If she hadn't been under constant surveillance from the moment she opened her eyes, she would have run away long ago. Suddenly, she felt heartless. She missed her parents and brother, even though her brother was wicked, she began to miss him too. And then there was her savings; she had finally managed to accumulate some, and it was such a waste.
I got out of the sedan chair and felt my hand resting on his jade-like, well-defined knuckles. I walked slowly, guided by him.
"Watch out, brazier."
He probably didn't want to either; royals rarely get to marry the woman they love as they wish. He listened to the blessings and instructions, bowing repeatedly, and almost strained his back in the process.
Finally, they entered the bridal chamber.
"Your Highness, please wait a moment. His Highness will return immediately after he finishes his drink."
Feeling like I was the only one left in the room, I quickly lifted the red veil and the golden crown on my head—they were so heavy, they were giving me a headache. Looking around, all I saw was red; it was almost unsettling. Then I glanced at the bedside table—and lo and behold, a whole bunch of nuts! I grabbed a few and immediately started cracking and eating them.
The footsteps outside the door immediately made me tense. I quickly clapped my hands and kicked the trash under the bed. Then I covered her head with the red veil.
I felt footsteps approaching, one step, two steps...
She slipped her hand into her sleeve, where she found a paperweight—thankfully, the sleeve was big enough. She'd secretly hidden it when no one was looking; it was something she didn't want to do, and no one could force her to.
The red veil was suddenly lifted, and unexpectedly, she met a pair of bright eyes, as black as ink, both bright and deep. The vibrant red of the groom's robe softened his usually icy face, and in the red candlelight, his gaze became indistinct, revealing joy and tenderness in his eyes.
A hand slowly moved behind him, then slowly rose, attempting to knock him unconscious before he could act. A paperweight slipped slightly from the sleeve. He felt a little nervous.
The light in his dark eyes flickered, "Moon..."
"What?" The question caught in her throat, and she paused, her hand still. A look of tension crossed her face.
"I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead and say it." She was a little distracted, her gaze fixed on the back of his head. She had to succeed; she couldn't fail.
A rare smile appeared on Dugu Jing's face. The clouds parted, the sun rose, illuminating everything. It sent a shiver down one's spine.
My hand trembled, and the paperweight almost fell from my grasp. I steadied myself, stopped laughing, and looked away.
Dugu Jing's smile widened as he pulled something out of his robe.
Snap!
The paperweight fell onto the bed.
I was stunned; the feelings I had at that moment were so complex that they were hard to explain.
"This is……"
Looking at the brightly lit phone screen filled with sweet photos—the woman petite and adorable, the man gentle and sunny—they were nestled together, leaning on each other. A happy smile played on her lips, but tears streamed down her face. "Sun Rui..."
She was pulled into a warm embrace. "Don't cry, don't cry... It hurts me to see you cry..."
She kept punching him with her small fists, "You big bad guy, why didn't you say so sooner...you..."
Upon seeing her tear-streaked face, Dugu Jing's heart melted. He had been feeling down because of Lu Yiheng and the others, but now he was filled with pity and self-reproach. "I'm sorry, wife, I'm so sorry..."
She immediately burst into laughter through her tears, "Dream on! Who said I was going to marry you?"
Dugu Jing started acting shamelessly, "We've already gone through the wedding ceremony, how can she not be my wife? Do you know how much I want her..."
The lecherous girl blushed slightly. She turned her head away, "Really..."
"I so want to see you in your wedding dress." Dugu Jing turned around. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly remembering his aloof and indifferent demeanor before, she felt a little suspicious. "Were you faking it all along?"
Dugu Jing put on a pitiful expression and hugged her again, "Wife, you really have no idea how hard I was holding back before, it was just..."
Suddenly remembering something, his expression quickly turned serious. "By the way, when you came here, did you... have any other women...?" If he found out, he would never forgive them and would completely eliminate them.
He quickly held up four fingers, "No, absolutely not. I swear!"
Shaking his head, looking around, he asked doubtfully, "I don't believe you. You have normal physiological needs, and with so many beautiful women, don't you ever feel like you're indiscriminate in your choices?"
"I'm innocent..." Dugu Jing murmured, extending his right hand and whispering, "I... I relied on it."
“You, you, you…” “Stand up,” I’m telling you, even having thoughts of the opposite sex counts as having an affair.”
"No, no." She shook her head like a rattle-drum. "Coco, my heart and body belong only to you."