I am born a beauty, and I am supreme

Chapter 165

"It turns out that everything I did was wrong."

"I've said it before, there's a destiny at play."

"If she's destined not to be yours, will you accept it?"

"I absolutely refuse to admit it."

"The person is already gone, what's the use of saying these empty words?"

"She is mine, and she will always be mine."

"I've already prepared for the worst." Feng Feisheng suddenly sighed and smiled.

Ling Jiuyan was moved by the desolation in his voice, as if he were a traveler who had reached the end of his road, with cliffs and wisps of clouds before him, yet he disregarded life and death and uttered such a sentence.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Ling Jiuyan asked in surprise.

For some reason, she felt uneasy, as if she were hallucinating, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to tremble.

No... it's not a hallucination.

"Look—" Feng Feisheng exclaimed. Suddenly, he waved his hand, pointing in the direction of Fengcheng.

Ling Jiuyan looked in the direction he gestured and was taken aback: a large number of cavalrymen were rushing towards them at breakneck speed, and one person could be vaguely seen leading the way. With such an astonishing aura, who else could it be but Feng Feisheng, the regent of Fengcheng?

The people who came to demand an explanation have arrived.

Ling Jiuyan couldn't help but glance at Feng Feisheng.

Feng Feisheng chuckled softly, then nudged her arm with his own in a slightly cheeky manner: "Hey, tell me, do you think you should bear more of our sins, or should we split it equally, half and half each?"

"Hmph." Ling Jiuyan ignored him.

“Ninth Lord…” Feng Feisheng suddenly called out.

Ling Jiuyan assumed he was just being unreasonable again and busied herself figuring out how to tell this lie.

“The world is about to change, you…” Feng Feisheng said calmly from the side, “Just wait and see.”

As the sound of horses' hooves drew closer, Ling Jiuyan could even see a hint of fury on the Regent's face. She couldn't help but turn to look at Feng Feisheng, and suddenly froze. Before her, this usually carefree young prince, with his frivolous and playful face, suddenly revealed an unusual brilliance.

Waving goodbye, Chapter 216: Holding you

Feng Feisheng's horse was indeed a fine steed; it ran for a long time without showing any signs of fatigue. Chu Gexing greatly admired Feng Feisheng's discerning eye in choosing a horse.

At the same time, he was even more pleased with his own act of stealing the horse.

After running for most of the day, passing through several towns of varying sizes, he dared not stop. This was still Danning territory, where informants were everywhere, and someone might recognize him and Tang Leyan.

Chu Gexing stopped his horse when he saw a small village.

He held the person in his arms, gently rolled over and jumped down, then reached out to remove the robe covering her face.

Tang Leyan sensed something and slowly woke up, glancing at him through her half-asleep state.

She closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

When I woke up again, it was already night.

Since she was seriously injured, her symptoms of falling asleep at night have improved. She often wakes up in the middle of the night, and after a while, she falls asleep again for no apparent reason.

This is the moment.

Outside the window, all was quiet, with the faint sound of dogs barking. Inside, it was dark, with only a small oil lamp burning on the table.

Tang Leyan slowly opened her eyes, looked around, and found herself lying on a small bed. The bed curtains and other items were quite old and worn. However, the surroundings were extremely quiet, including the outside.

She was in a deep sleep, oblivious to the time, whether she was in heaven or hell. Since leaving Ling Jiuyan's residence, Chu Gexing had taken advantage of her unpreparedness to press her pressure point to induce sleep, and when she awoke, her mind was completely blank.

Suddenly hearing a sound next to the table, Tang Leyan turned her head to look.

It turned out that the light from the oil lamp had been too dim, and she had just woken up. Her eyes couldn't adjust immediately, and she hadn't seen the person lying next to the table.

She was startled at first, then realized that the person had slightly thin shoulders and long, disheveled hair—how familiar it was. It was Chu Gexing.

Tang Leyan was slightly taken aback, and then propped herself up on the bed.

I wanted to move around quietly, but the bed seemed quite flimsy; it creaked and groaned as soon as I touched it, as if it couldn't stand being disturbed.

A gasp filled the room. The creaking of the wooden planks was incredibly loud and abrupt, startling Tang Leyan so much that she dared not move.

But at that very moment, the person at the table suddenly looked up.

The small oil lamp flickered faintly, carried by the wind stirred by his movement, swayed weakly twice, and finally, as if unable to bear the weight, went out. "Gentleman's Hall"

In a fleeting moment, under the flickering lamplight, Tang Leyan and Chu Gexing's eyes met.

Those bewildered and lost eyes. They looked at her with suspicion.

The light from that tiny, golden lamp created an unreal feeling.

Then everything was plunged into a deep, inky darkness.

In the darkness, she let out a soft gasp.

Then Chu Gexing asked, "What's wrong?"

Tang Leyan didn't answer, but tried to move her body. The bed immediately started creaking again.

She groped her way towards the bed. As she groped, she suddenly touched a soft, cold hand. She froze instantly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Gexing's voice softened.

"It's you." Tang Leyan breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to let go of that hand, but at this moment, she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face, and something in her heart made her hold onto that hand tightly.

"I'm afraid I just had a nightmare..." she gasped softly.

Her voice carried a hint of inexplicable shame.

Chu Gexing listened in the darkness, and her heart warmed slightly upon hearing his words. Fortunately, the lights were off, so she couldn't see his gentle expression; otherwise, she certainly wouldn't have recognized him.

Chu Gexing said, "It's alright, it's just a dream. Besides, I'm right here."

Tang Leyan touched his hand: "Yeah, I know...you...why are you lying there?"

“This family is very poor and doesn’t have any extra blankets,” he said somewhat awkwardly. Without blankets, they couldn’t sleep on the floor, so they had to lie down on the table to sleep temporarily.

Feeling somewhat guilty, he had no choice but to rest in such a place to avoid the pursuers from Fengcheng, since there wasn't even an inn.

"Then, won't you be cold?" she asked.

"I'm not cold," he denied reflexively. She touched his hand: "But your hands are very cold."

“It’s alright,” he replied softly.

The darkness concealed everything, including his and her appearances, giving Tang Leyan the illusion that she wasn't talking to Chu Gexing, but rather like... like a guardian angel in her dreams.

Is this a dream, or is it waking up?

If it's a dream...

"Come and sleep in the bed," she suddenly said.

There was no sound in the darkness.

If it weren't for the warmth and touch still lingering on her hands, she would have suspected that she was the only person in the room.

So he didn't say anything.

After a long while, his reply came: "Good land."

Chu Gexing groped around in the shadows, half-supporting her as she lay down against the inside of the bed.

He slept on the edge of the bed, which was small, so much so that half of his body hung precariously from the side.

In the darkness, she was unaware of what was happening, and kept repeating, "A little further in, a little further in."

Chu Gexing agreed and reluctantly moved a little closer to the inside.

"It's okay, you should get some sleep and make sure you're well. Getting some rest is the most important thing," he said listlessly.

When she spoke, his silence wasn't a rejection, but rather a thought that if she wasn't sleeping well because of nightmares, perhaps he should stay with her. Maybe that would help.

The blankets were warm inside. Although the bed wasn't big, there was a large empty space in the middle to support it, and the heat flowed slowly before disappearing into the darkness.

No one spoke. From afar, outside the window, came the sound of dogs barking, a sound that felt both worldly and distant.

Chu Gexing stared wide-eyed at the void.

I could hear her slow breathing beside me.

"Have we already left Fengcheng?" she asked.

“Hmm,” he replied.

"I had no idea."

"I was the one who put you to sleep."

"Then, what about Prince Feng and Ninth Prince..."

"They saw them off... and then went back."

He paused deliberately, silently repeating all the things the Central Committee said that were inappropriate to say aloud, thinking to himself with a touch of smugness, "Feng Feisheng, I said it all in my mind; I didn't say how I relayed the message. That's enough for me."

"Oh." It was rare for her not to be picky, but after a while she said, "Ninth Prince... Ninth Prince must be very sad."

Chu Gexing's heart skipped a beat: "Hmm?"

"I know you don't understand," she sighed, sounding quite melancholy.

His heart felt as if it had been stabbed. What did she mean by "she knows"? She knows? Ah, I see. She empathizes deeply. When she left Fengcheng, wasn't this exactly how she felt about Chu Zhen? So, he said he didn't understand, but he was far more perceptive than Bi Gan (a legendary Chinese general known for his wisdom and understanding of things). How could he not understand that thought in her heart! "Ninth Lord is a..." she began, as if about to start a sales pitch.

What is she? A wonderful person, a woman unparalleled in the world?

snort.

In this respect, she and Feng Feisheng are exactly the same, strikingly similar.

Has Chu Gexing really fallen so low that he needs a matchmaker to help him survive?

"Go to sleep." He keenly sensed what she was about to say—those clichés, and it was remarkable that she was so diligent even in her serious injuries. He said impatiently, deliberately making his voice sound a little displeased.

"Hmm." She responded sullenly, seemingly feeling defeated for not seizing the opportunity to speak well of Jiu Jun.

Chu Gexing frowned at the darkness, a strange sense of unease rising in his heart.

Suddenly, she turned over and leaned inward.