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When Ye Chuhan walked out of the West Garden, he saw Meiji kneeling trembling beside him.

He stopped.

Meiji raised her head, her beautiful face streaked with tears, her voice trembling slightly, "Meiji knows her crime. Meiji should not have entered the forbidden area without permission. Please punish me, Sect Master."

She was like a startled rabbit.

A gust of cold wind caused Ye Chuhan's body to sway slightly. He seemed to be truly drunk, chuckling softly as he reached out to help Mei Ji up, her body trembling. He then leaned weakly against her.

“Mei Ji…” A seductive smile played on his lips, but his voice was low and hoarse, “Thank goodness you’re still here, you’re still here…Mei Ji…my Mei Ji…”

Mei Ji was confused; Ye Chuhan was being so affectionate with her.

Although Mei Ji was always the most favored among Ye Chuhan's concubines, Ye Chuhan had never treated her with such tenderness and dependence.

Could it be that he has finally developed feelings for her?!

Mei Ji immediately smiled charmingly, stretched out her soft arms to embrace Ye Chuhan's waist, her eyes sparkling with tears, "Mei Ji will serve Master back to the East Garden to rest."

Ye Chuhan laughed loudly.

Mei Ji helped Ye Chuhan, who was walking slightly unsteadily, towards the East Garden. Ye Chuhan's black hair fell obliquely, making his fair complexion and handsome appearance even more striking.

Ye Chuhan suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head, his gaze fixed in one direction. The hazy look in his originally narrow eyes slowly faded, revealing a sharp, blade-like edge.

Meiji raised her head in confusion and called out softly, "Master..."

Flower Valley Exit.

A plum tree, with fallen plum blossoms like snow beneath the steps, their fragrance filling the air.

Under the plum tree, there were two figures.

Lotus, dressed in white, fluttered in the wind. The thin ribbon in her hand shone like a silver chain under the moonlight. Beside her, the Azure Feather Sword was in her hand, and she wielded the sword with the speed of the wind. Her handsome face showed a rare gentleness.

Ye Chuhan suddenly pushed Mei Ji away.

He stood there, his snow-white fox fur fluttering in the wind, gazing at the two people in the distance. His narrow eyes narrowed silently, revealing a cold light as sharp as needles.

Plum blossoms, like snow, flutter and fall.

Zhan Yu and Lian Hua exchanged blows, and in the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged over a hundred moves. Their figures shifted in mid-air like dragons and phoenixes, their postures were incredibly beautiful, and their movements were perfectly controlled in terms of direction and force. Without a thousand tacit understandings in their hearts, their exchanges would never be so seamless, and they could advance and retreat in unison.

Under the plum blossom tree.

Suddenly, a snow-white shadow flashed past and disappeared between Zhan Yu and Lianhua. Zhan Yu felt a sharp palm wind brush against his cheek. Zhan Yu's eyes instantly turned fierce, and the Qingming Sword let out a long howl and swept out horizontally.

The snow-white figure easily dodged the attack of the Azure Nether Sword. With a slight turn in mid-air, the plum tree rustled as the figure landed beneath it.

Upon seeing who it was, Zhan Yu's eyes flashed, and he quickly sheathed his sword and knelt on one knee, his voice as steady as ever, "Sect Master."

Ye Chuhan, dressed in a snow-white fur coat, stood leisurely under the plum tree, twirling a freshly plucked plum blossom in her hand, a smile playing on her lips.

"On such a clear night, with the bright moon shining high and a beautiful woman by your side, Master Zhan has quite the refined taste."

Zhan Yu's expression remained calm and composed. "Zhan Yu dares not."

The lotus stands silently.

"Why wouldn't I dare to do this..."

Ye Chuhan twirled the plum blossom, a half-smile playing on his lips. He seemed to be still slightly drunk, his once bright and clear eyes now filled with a hazy, dreamlike quality, like a wisp of white mist drifting by.

"But it's getting late now. How about we meet again another day when we're out searching for plum blossoms in the snow?"

His tone couldn't have been more relaxed.

Zhan Yu stood upright, his expression unchanged. "Yes, I will take my leave now."

Beneath the plum blossom tree, Ye Chuhan gazed at Zhan Yu's departing figure and smiled faintly, "Master Zhan is a young and promising man, renowned throughout the land. I will help you two get together, what do you say?"

His implication was that he intended to betroth Lianhua to Zhanyu.

Lotus paused, glancing at Ye Chuhan's smile, her eyes freezing silently. "Is the sect leader speaking drunkenly, or is he speaking the truth?"

Her face was as cold as ice.

Ye Chuhan felt a slight sense of relief involuntarily. With a smile in his eyes, he presented the plum blossom to Lianhua, saying, "Of course, this is just drunken talk. How could I bear to marry you off to Zhan Yu?"

Lotus accepted the plum blossom.

Ye Chuhan grasped her fingers, the slight coolness of her hands transferring to his palm. He sighed softly, "So, even after three years, I still can't warm your hands."

Lotus whispered, "Lotuses are naturally afraid of the cold."

Ye Chuhan chuckled, "I thought you were a flawless snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, but it turns out you are a water lotus rising from the mud in the misty rain of Jiangnan, untainted by its surroundings."

He took her hand and led her into the flower valley.

Beside the hot spring pool shrouded in white mist, the warmth was like springtime, and all sorts of exotic flowers bloomed in competition, but there was not a single lotus from Jiangnan. This cold western Tianshan Mountains, even with hot springs flowing out, was ultimately not a place where the lotus from Jiangnan could grow.