Die Landschaft ist wie ein Gemälde

Kapitel 137

Madam Yu slowly raised her eyelids: "Does Dugu Xihui have any suspicions?"

"Bao Xian circled the entire town before cautiously heading towards the 'Huan Guan'. When Dugu Xi Hui first saw his master, he was quite surprised but did not dare to recognize him rashly. After several attempts, he was certain that his master was the person he was looking for. Then Bao Xian intervened in time, but failed to stop him and watched helplessly as Dugu Xi Hui took his master away."

“Good, very good… It’s a pity that the person who came this time is Jun Lin…” Madam Yu said regretfully.

Bao Xian thought for a moment and then asked, "Have you been secretly protecting your master these past few days?"

Madam Yu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, your mistress is safest these days, no one will touch her. Let her spend more time with them, the deeper their bond, the better."

Bao Xian hugged the cloak in his arms, bowed and lowered his eyes, saying, "Then Bao Xian will take his leave first."

The wind and snow grew heavier. Dugu Xihui wrapped Zi Jin tightly in his cloak, carried her horizontally towards the post station, and saw that familiar face as soon as he looked up.

King Anle stared intently at the person wrapped in Dugu Xihui's arms, whose face was completely obscured, and a fake smile appeared on his lips: "The Crown Prince of Yue and I arrived here this evening. We heard that the King of Yao had been here for several days, so we came to pay our respects. However, we did not see the King and were afraid of being impolite, so we waited here."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zi Jin stiffened instantly, her hands beneath her robes tightly gripping Dugu Xi Hui.

Dugu Xihui patted Zi Jin reassuringly: "I was unaware of Your Highness and the Crown Prince's presence. I apologize for my rudeness. I have too many matters to attend to today. I will certainly hold a banquet to apologize another day."

Jun Lin narrowed his eyes and stared at the person wrapped tightly in Dugu Xihui's arms, and said directly, "May the people in the King's arms be seen by everyone?"

Dugu Xihui was slightly taken aback, never expecting Jun Lin to be so direct. He sneered, "Isn't the Crown Prince of the Jun family meddling too much?"

King Anle chuckled softly: "Why should Your Majesty be angry? The Three Kingdoms Post Station in the mountain town is only a wall away. If you can't see them today, you'll have to see them tomorrow... won't you?"

Zi Jin nestled closer to Dugu Xihui, anxiously tugging at his robes.

Dugu Xihui clearly sensed Zi Jin's fear, and his anger and irritation were barely contained: "Lou Shuo, see the guest out!"

Anle Wang and Jun Lin's expressions stiffened simultaneously. Most of their doubts had been dispelled, and they could still see the man trembling through his thick cloak. Not wanting to frighten him, yet unwilling to openly confront Dugu Xihui at this moment, they reluctantly turned and left.

After hearing the footsteps fade into the distance, Zi Jin cautiously peeked out, looked around, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing Zi Jin's appearance, Dugu Xihui's lips curled up, his dimples appearing and disappearing, and his smile reached his eyes: "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of everything."

A hint of mockery flashed in Zi Jin's eyes: "Thank you, Young Master Jinyang."

"Hui'er".

"Young Master Jinyang".

"Call her Hui'er."

"Young Master Jinyang".

"you!……"

"..."

Unresolved emotions and inescapable demonic obstacles; karmic retribution—when will we meet again? Ten years of grudges and debts, all lost in the vastness of time. (Part 7)

Ten years of grudges and enmity are now a distant memory (Part 7) Dugu Xihui carried Zi Jin into the prepared room and gently placed her on the bed. The three charcoal braziers inside the room flickered with light, so warm that one wanted to sigh softly.

"Do you like this room?" Dugu Xihui asked softly, standing to the side.

Zi Jin, who had kept her eyes down, slightly raised her head and casually looked around.

Everything in the room looked unusually exquisite under the glass lamp, even the bed was warm, it seemed someone had warmed it before I came in. A faint lotus fragrance permeated the room, incredibly calming.

Seeing that Zi Jin remained silent, Dugu Xihui was filled with unease: "If you don't like it, I'll have them change it... is that alright?"

Zi Jin turned her face and carefully examined Dugu Xi Hui's face. His long eyelashes trembled gently like butterflies falling into flowers, and his fox-like eyes were full of evasion and trepidation. A bright blue peach blossom, almost withered, was perfectly captured in its most beautiful moment at the corner of his eye. His lips were a beautiful light purple.

A cold smile appeared on Zi Jin's face: "Are you afraid of me?"

Dugu Xihui suddenly looked up: "I didn't... it's just that it's getting late..."

"If you're not afraid of me, why don't you dare look at me? Did you do something to wrong me?" Zi Jin's voice was unusually cold.

Dugu Xihui's eyes widened, and she abruptly sat down beside Zi Jin's bed in a fit of pique: "What wouldn't I dare to do... I..."

"Is that so...is that so? Then why don't you dare look me in the eye? Now it's just the two of us...why don't you dare look me in the eye?" Zi Jin stared intently at Dugu Xi Hui and asked coldly.

Dugu Xihui clenched his fists tightly: "You're simply... being unreasonable!"

Zi Jin grabbed Dugu Xihui's hand and pinched his chin hard: "I don't care what you're going to do, and I don't know what you're going to do... But! There's one thing you need to understand: I—am not her, I, and, she, are, two, different, people!"

Dugu Xihui's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with panic and trepidation. He forgot everything, struggling to break free from Zi Jin's grip and avoid her icy gaze. Zi Jin held onto Dugu Xihui tightly, sneering and refusing to let go.

"Well……"

Both of them were pulling at each other with all their might, but then they heard Dugu Xihui let out a soft hum. Zi Jin frowned slightly and pulled open Dugu Xihui's collar. Dugu Xihui was caught off guard and stared at Zi Jin in a daze.

Under the lights, Dugu Xihui's bare skin was exposed to the air, and a hideous knife scar on his shoulder was clearly visible.

"How did you get injured?" Zi Jin asked, her eyes lifeless and her lips pressed together.

"I was sneaking into the Yu family at night... and was accidentally hit by a hidden weapon." Dugu Xihui lowered his eyes and answered truthfully, like a child who had done something wrong.

In that instant, Dugu Xihui clearly sensed that the person sitting before her was none other than Zi Jin, but the Empress from back then. This domineering aura was exactly the same as the murderous aura emanating from the Empress when she was angry.

Zi Jin gently stroked the wound, which seemed to be healing, but the pulling earlier had caused small cracks to appear again. Almost reflexively, Zi Jin took out a bottle from her bosom, poured out a bright green liquid, and carefully applied it to Dugu Xihui's wound: "Why didn't you say you were injured?"

Dugu Xihui stared blankly at Zi Jin, his eyes stinging with tears, filled with deep grievance. He tried to widen his fox-like eyes, afraid that the tears in them would betray him.

Zi Jin caught a glimpse of Dugu Xihui's appearance out of the corner of her eye, and a wave of sorrow washed over her. Her gaze swept over the vermilion peach blossom mark on the center of his neck, and her hand involuntarily went to touch it. A familiar image flashed through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it. Zi Jin suddenly narrowed her eyes, a throbbing pain in her head, as if trying to remember something, but unable to quite grasp it.