Eine eisige Aura

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The southern barbarian's face stiffened, and he lowered his head, saying, "...No."

Zuo Huai'an nodded in satisfaction, his voice as cold and hard as ice: "You made a vow yourself, and you can never forget it in this lifetime."

The southern barbarian said softly, "Your son would never dare."

Zuo Huai'an then waved his hand, his face showing a hint of fatigue: "Go down, don't worry about Mei Wu anymore, quickly send Sang Chan back."

Nan Yi accepted the order and was about to turn around when he heard Zuo Huai'an say slowly from behind: "Listen to your father, avoid causing trouble and getting blood on your hands during this time. Once you've sent away those clowns down the mountain, your father will give you a grand wedding."

When the Southern Barbarians returned to their cave, this was the scene they witnessed.

Sang Chan had probably fallen asleep after taking her medicine, while Pang Wan was poking and drawing on her beautiful face with a calligraphy brush.

"You're so vain!" Her tone was slightly sour.

Nan Yi, who was originally preoccupied with his own thoughts, couldn't help but laugh when he saw her mischievous antics.

"How could you do this!" He feigned anger and snatched the calligraphy brush from her hand. "You're not learning anything good!"

Pang Wan snorted and jumped down from the stone steps.

"I just can't stand those 'white lotuses'!" She pouted, hands on her hips in a bossy manner. "She has everything, yet she doesn't care about anything. Compared to her, I, an unwanted roadside weed, am just too pathetic..."

The Southern Barbarian's expression hardened.

"Who said you're just roadside weed?" he glared at her. "Even though you've never met your parents, haven't your father and I treated you well enough?"

Pang Wan was taken aback, then pouted and remained silent.

In the candlelight, the girl's smooth cheeks looked like freshly baked, steaming hot custard buns, making one want to take a bite.

"Wanwan," Nan Yi suddenly called her name.

Pang Wan turned to look at him, blinking her eyelashes in confusion.

"Do you have someone you like?" Nan Yi looked at her very seriously.

Pang Wan was startled, and a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared in her mind.

"...No, I don't think so." She lowered her eyes.

The Southern Barbarians nodded.

“Father wants me to marry you,” he said softly. “He said he’ll hold a wedding for us once those people from down the mountain have left.”

Pang Wan was taken aback and looked up.

Under the candlelight, the faces of the southern barbarians looked particularly strange.

"Let's not talk about that now, help me get this out of here."

Before Pang Wan could react, he bent down, hoisted Sang Chan onto his back, and strode forward.

Three days later, Zuo Huai'an was sitting in a chair drinking tea when he suddenly heard a report from a scout.

The scouts reported that the second batch of poison powder had been spread through the Mourning Clothes Butterfly, causing another wave of casualties among the righteous sects, forcing them to retreat overnight. Of course, Sang Chan remained unharmed in the group, thus barely dispelling Gu Xiju's excuse.

Zuo Huai'an finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had a vague feeling that his opponent's withdrawal had gone a little more smoothly this time, it did not diminish his anxious enthusiasm—the longer he waited, the more things could go wrong, so he decided to hold the wedding for Pang Wan and Nan Yi as soon as possible.

Pang Wan stared at the wedding dress in the maid's hand, her expression momentarily blank.

The intense crimson was even more dazzling and beautiful than the phoenix robe she wore.

Picking up the phoenix crown and jewelry from the plate and examining them, he felt that each piece was exceptionally valuable, indicating that the leader had invested heavily.

The maid knelt on the ground and carefully explained that the wedding date was set for seven days later. She said nothing and waved for the maids to leave.

Turning around, he walked back to the bedroom, only to see a Southern Barbarian dressed in black standing in front of the bed.

"How dare you break into a young girl's room at night!" Pang Wan grabbed a longan from the table and threw it at him.

Nan Yi reached out and brushed away the hidden weapon, a slight smile appearing on his usually tense face.

"I came to see you. According to the rules, I can't see you for the next few days." He stepped forward and ruffled her hair.

Pang Wanyi didn't resist, and pouted with a snort.

Nan Yi paused, then suddenly said, "I'm sorry to have wronged you."

Pang Wan looked up and saw that his dark pupils shone like stars, flashing with a light that could be seen but could not be touched.

—Since leaving the pass, she has never been able to see through him.

"I'm really scared of you!" she said angrily, pushing him away. "I've been beaten and scolded by you since I was a child, and now I'm being forced to marry you. My life is so miserable."

Nan Yi smiled without getting angry, took her hand and held it in his palm: "I promise, what happened when we were little will never happen again."

Pang Wan pursed her lips and remained silent. Recalling her childhood, she felt a pang of jealousy. However, she knew even better that if it weren't for the relentless pursuit of the Southern Barbarians, she might never have acquired martial arts skills.

"So you know you owe me a lot? You'd better pay it back properly in the future!"

She glanced down at him, using the opportunity to act haughty.

Nan Yi tapped her forehead.

"Thank you," he suddenly said in a muffled voice.