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Yongye stared blankly at the pouring rain. Her hometown in her previous life was in the southern climate of Chen, where the spring rain was continuous and the skin on her face seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture as soon as she entered Chen territory, so wet that she could wring water out of it.

However, Yi Hong and the Leopard Riders didn't really like this kind of weather. They always felt that the sky was covered by a gray cloak, which made them feel depressed.

This kind of weather is perfect for reminiscing.

Yuepo's handsome face and gentle smile reappeared before her eyes. Through the rain and mist, she seemed to see his figure, clad in white robes, like a banished immortal.

He plans to open a clinic called Ping An in the Qi Kingdom someday, either on a bustling street or in a small town. The clinic will have its storefront in the front, and his favorite medicinal herbs will grow in the backyard.

Without television or internet, how does Yuepo pass the time? Yongye forced a smile; he'd probably keep a centipede as a pet again. Would he still call it Little Star?

Yongye thought quietly that Yuepo and Qiangwei should be safely on their way from Song to Qi, bickering and laughing all the way. She could almost hear Qiangwei's silvery laughter.

Her gaze fell on the stone vat dripping with water. The water droplets created ripples, and one after another, full moons appeared, their faces faintly reflected in the water.

With a smile playing on his lips, Yongye simply sat on the veranda, took a jar of Go stones, and tossed them one by one into a stone vat two zhang away under the eaves.

Water splashed and rippled, and one full moon after another appeared. Suddenly, the water rippled and became turbulent.

Yongye closed his eyes, his heart rippled with a gentle sweetness and a touch of smugness.

Concentrating, she could almost feel the fish in the water thrashing their tails in fright, and Yongye was extremely satisfied. Her senses were becoming more and more acute; even on a rainy day like this, amidst the cacophony of countless raindrops falling from the eaves, she could clearly distinguish the movements of the fish.

The Sixth Patriarch said that the mind is like a bright mirror, reflecting all things in the world: birds flying in the sky and fish swimming in the water. When he saw the wind blowing and the banner fluttering, the Sixth Patriarch said that it was neither the wind nor the banner that was moving, but the mind that was moving.

A glint flashed in Yongye's eyes.

She took a deep breath of the fresh rain, letting it all end with her!

She pondered the words of the bandit leader of Fenglin Village. The person who could obtain such accurate information about her entry into Chen must be a spy from Chen.

The person who spread this news must be Yi Zhongtian. Envoy Chen was sweating profusely upon seeing the five prisoners; she dared not release them, yet feared losing face if they were truly confronted in the palace. She stayed in Qingzhou for two days, saying the rainy weather was unsuitable for travel, thinking that she was waiting for General Yi to handle the matter personally. Yongye grinned, a silent smile playing on her lips. "Yi Zhongtian," she thought, "I so want to talk to you about the Three Kingdoms."

The more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed.

Just then, she felt a pressing aura approaching, forcing the rain from under the eaves to rush straight towards her. This aura wasn't particularly strong, nor was it particularly weak; it was just enough to soak her clothes.

"Haha!" Yongye didn't flinch or dodge, the cool rain hitting her face with a refreshing, intoxicating scent. She laughed loudly, "Oh dear, Yihong, my clothes are all soaked!"

"Young Master! You'll get sick!" Yi Hong quickly came over to help Yong Ye up to change his clothes.

Yongye nonchalantly wiped the rain off her face. This disguise potion couldn't be washed off; they wanted to see her true face? No way. She looked down at Yihong shaking the water stains off her clothes and sighed, "I've been sick all along, so what! I'm just worried that once the princess marries here, my health... sigh!"

"Marquis Yong'an?" A cool voice came quietly from not far away from the corridor, carrying both a question and a tone of certainty.

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"Marquis Yong'an?" A cool voice came quietly from not far away from the corridor, carrying both a question and a tone of certainty.

Yi Zhongtian? Yongye concealed the glint in his eyes and raised his head, feigning surprise.

At the end of the corridor stood several people. The one in the lead was dressed in a gray robe. He was in his early thirties, and his hair was casually tied back with a gray cloth strip. He was tall, and his hooked nose gave him a dignified air. His piercing eyes looked her up and down.

Yongye didn't answer, tilting his head slightly to glance at the man in gray. He wasn't wearing official robes, but just by his aura, one could tell he was Yi Zhongtian, the top martial artist of the Chen Kingdom and the Left General. So this is what he looks like… gloomy and violent!

"General Yi, please wait a moment. I was embarrassed and rude. I will come as soon as I change my robe. Yi Hong, please rest in the waterside pavilion, General!" Yong Ye wrung out the water from his robe and walked into the inner room.

Yi Zhongtian's attendant was about to erupt in anger, but Yi Zhongtian stopped him. He stared at Yongye's slender figure without saying a word. He knew his identity with just one glance, and his composure was remarkable; the Marquis of Yong'an was indeed no ordinary person.

Lu Da told him that the Marquis of Yong'an had a short-lived look, but he didn't quite believe it. He deliberately let the rain fall on Yongye's face to test it; his complexion remained pale and dull. It was clear at a glance that his yang energy was insufficient and his blood and qi were deficient. A frail young man, yet his actions were extremely ruthless. The corpses of three hundred soldiers and a hundred or so people from Fenglin Village were proof of this. Moreover, the Anguo Leopard Cavalry only suffered minor injuries, with no casualties. Yi Zhongtian's smile was faintly visible; such a person, just based on his ability to use schemes against each other, he wouldn't underestimate her.

“General!” Yi Hong said with a light bow.

At this moment, Envoy Xie from Chen rushed over, sweating profusely: "This humble official greets General Yi and Miss Yihong. This is General Yi of my Chen Kingdom. Please inform the Marquis!"

Yi Hong bowed and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "My lord is changing his clothes. General Yi, please follow me."

Yi Zhongtian gave her a look of appreciation and said to Envoy Chen, "Lord Xie, there's no need to be anxious. This rain won't stop anytime soon. Marquis Yong'an is frail and shouldn't travel in the rain. Let's rest for another night. We won't miss the Emperor's banquet if we go to Zeya tomorrow."

"I'll leave it all to the general's arrangements!" Lord Xie cursed inwardly. What I'm worried about is that those five people are your men. You just took a look and didn't even say what to do. What should I do if I go back to the Emperor?

Yi Zhongtian waved for his entourage to leave, and followed Yi Hong into the side of the corridor.

This is a large waterside pavilion, facing a pool of misty water. New lotus leaves are just beginning to bloom in the lake, their green petals half-rolled up. Raindrops splash on the water, creating a layer of white mist that further enhances the vastness of the misty expanse. Willows line the lakeshore, their slender branches swaying gently; the misty rain of the south is a natural masterpiece, untouched by the constraints of paper.

Yi Zhongtian lifted his robe and sat down. Yi Hong lit the stove, set out the tea set, and curtsied, saying, "General, please have a seat. Yi Hong will go and invite the Marquis."

He glanced at the tea tray, a curious smile playing on his lips. He recalled once sharing tea with someone amidst the misty rain of Chen Kingdom, who had said that tea was the best way to calm the mind and cultivate one's inner peace, revealing the profound thoughts of the Marquis of Yong'an.

Yongye changed into a wide robe adorned with purple and gold "Fu" (福, meaning good fortune) characters and floral patterns, with a string of jade pendants, jade ornaments, and a jade knife tied at her waist, exuding an air of wealth and nobility. Even before she arrived, the delicate tinkling of her accessories mingled with the sound of rain, creating a refined and captivating ambiance.

Yi Zhongtian couldn't help but turn to look, his gaze lingering on Yong Ye's face for a few moments. He had to admit that even in his illness, the Marquis of Yong'an was still quite beautiful. A surge of jealousy rose within him, and he said indifferently, "Does the Marquis of Yong'an like this place very much?"

"The beauty of Chen Kingdom's misty rain is renowned throughout the world! Yongye likes it very much." Yongye said with a smile, holding a porcelain jar. "After changing my clothes, I remembered that I wanted to invite the general for tea, so I searched for a long time before finding this jar of tea. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, general."

Yongye sat down in front of the tea table and looked at Yi Zhongtian across the table: "Yongye enjoys tea. I wonder if General Yi shares this interest?"

Yi Zhongtian stared intently at her and said, word by word, "I have long heard that Marquis Yong'an is quietly recuperating from his illness and has a deep understanding of the art of tea. I am fortunate to have him."

"Tea is best for nourishing one's spirit and calming the mind. General Yi has too much killing intent; drinking tea will be beneficial for him," Yongye replied without looking up.

The air was filled with the scent of mist and rain.

The water droplets in the teapot on the stove tumbled and rolled, like jade and pearls.

Yongye focused intently on selecting tea leaves, carefully gathering them from the plain paper until he found perfect leaves of roughly the same size and length. Then he smiled and said, "This tea is named 'Listening to the Rain in the Mountains,' inspired by the imagery of watching the long spring rain and the mountains resembling ink paintings. This cup is called 'Plain Heart Cup,' made of thin-walled white jade, pure and flawless. To appreciate the rain and savor tea with a tranquil mind is a true joy in life."

Yi Zhongtian watched as Yongye raised his teapot high, pouring out a torrent of boiling water that stirred the tea leaves, releasing a delicate fragrance that soothed the soul. Remembering the capture of his subordinate Lu Da, and the instant death of three hundred men, Yi Zhongtian felt a surge of unease, as if his heart had been drenched in boiling water. His voice grew even colder: "When Marquis Yong'an entered Chen, he led the suppression of four hundred bandits for our country, leaving not a single survivor. Blood stained the mountains and forests at Tiger's Mouth. Now he can calmly sip tea, talking of 'listening to the rain with a pure heart'? Isn't that a joke?"