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Chu Xia turned her eyes away indifferently, not looking at him.

"I...I'll tell you where Bai Xue is hiding. She...can cure Young Master Jun's poison." He swallowed hard. "Please let me go—"

“Su Fenghua, you’re not seeking revenge against Jun Ye’an because of the so-called massacre of your family. Ask yourself honestly, isn’t it all for your own selfish desires?”

Su Fenghua remained silent.

Chu Xia gave a cold laugh and was about to speak when a gust of cold wind came from behind her. She couldn't dodge in time, but then she heard a white leopard roar and knock Su Fenghua, who was holding a dagger, to the ground and bite his throat.

Chu Xia took a step back and looked at Su Fenghua struggling in a pool of blood , her eyes immediately showing a look of pity.

Su Fenghua let out a few cries, her eyes filled with malice and resentment, and forced a smile as she said, "Ah Hui... you—"

He died before he could finish speaking.

Chu Xia took a half step back and bumped into Jun Ye'an's arms from behind.

He put one arm around her waist and used the other to cover her eyes, whispering, "Don't look."

Chu Xia's trembling gradually subsided. She quietly turned around in his arms, her slender fingers touching the spot on his chest where he had been stabbed: "I really thought...we were going to die."

Jun Ye'an smiled and kissed her forehead: "Girl, there is nothing in this world that I, Jun Ye'an, dare not gamble on. Except... you." He slowly pulled her into his arms, "I gamble that Cang Qianlang will come out, I gamble that he will suffer a qi deviation during his cultivation, but I dare not gamble on you—this is why I have not dared to look for the truth of what happened back then for the past two years."

In early summer, she couldn't help but sob softly in his arms.

"But you probably never expected that I could have dodged Chu Xue's needle. At that moment... I suddenly felt that if I couldn't clearly express my feelings, living would be nothing more than being a walking corpse. So I was willing to take that poisoned needle to prove your sincerity."

He gently wiped away her tears, took her hand and led her outside. Gazing at the vibrant spring flowers covering the mountains, he smiled and said, "The peonies in Luoyang must be in bloom by now. Girl... Di Yinhai's marriage can't take place."

"Let's go find Bai Xue to detoxify you first," Chu Xia said softly, looking at Jun Ye'an.

“Alright. We still need to go to Shaolin to report to the abbot the cause of Master Tufeng’s death and the background of his relationship with Tiangang.” He paused. “As for Cangzhou, although I can no longer be a hands-off manager, there’s no rush. We need to see the misty rain of Jiangnan and the soaring eagles of the desert before we can go back together.”

He looked at the girl beside him, but there was not a trace of regret or pity in his tone. His thin lips were slightly pursed, his demeanor was languid, and his words were full of tenderness.

Several years later.

Shuyuan Garden.

"Madam, the young master has disappeared again."

In early summer, leaning against the brocade couch, she lazily flipped through the pages of a book, not even looking up: "Have you searched everywhere?"

"Only...only in the pond."

Chu Xia frowned slightly: "Come with me to take a look."

The garden was quiet, and it was just right. Early summer was wearing a light purple pleated brocade dress with a cinched waist, her hair hanging down. Despite being a mother for several years, her appearance remained unchanged.

A spring breeze rippled across the pond's clear water. Suddenly, she heard familiar footsteps behind her and couldn't help but turn around, scolding, "Have you been teaching him some weird kung fu again?"

Jun Ye'an, dressed in a light robe and with a jade hairpin in his hair, stood behind his wife, tall and elegant, and said with a light laugh, "Yun'er, let your mother see the new kung fu you've learned."

A small head emerged from the once smooth, mirror-like water, a few duckweed still clinging to its surface. The little boy wiped the water from his face and said proudly, "Mom, I just learned the Turtle Breathing Technique."

"Get up! Be careful not to catch a cold in this weather." Chu Xia reached out her hand, wanting to help her son up.

The little boy, however, was proud of himself. He reached out and pushed off the artificial rock, leaping out of the water and splashing his mother with water droplets.

The child was led by the maid to change his clothes.

Chu Xia looked at Jun Ye'an and frowned, saying, "You keep teaching him strange things."

"Yun'er's talent in martial arts surpasses that of her teacher—" Jun Ye'an carefully supported his wife's waist, his words filled with pride, "Given time, she will surely be no less than me."

Chu Xia turned her head to look at the rustling bamboo shadows, and said softly, "I don't ask him to be outstanding in martial arts, I only hope that he will live a peaceful and happy life. And then... meet a good girl who loves him deeply."

"Like me?" Jun Ye'an looked at his wife and chuckled softly.

Chu Xia smiled gently, suddenly remembering the book she had just read, which was beautifully written in Wang Wei's "Early Spring Journey":

I often dream of you, and my doubts only grow stronger as I return home late.

They are not as good as the swallows under the red eaves, who perch in pairs on the green grass.

--over--