Zhan Chun - Chapter 92
Yichun released him abruptly and was about to rush out.
She's not good at reasoning; she's always been good at taking action.
Before Yan Yufei could stop her, she saw her run a few steps and then fall down unsteadily. In the end, her injuries had not healed, and she was just enduring it.
"I...I need to find Yan Yudao!" she murmured, her face turning green as she curled up on the ground.
"Take care, Miss Ge. Consider it as a chance to reunite with Shu Jun." Yan Yufei reached out to help her, but for some reason withdrew, walked out and closed the door behind her. Her trembling figure was also left inside the door.
Yan Yufei, with a solemn expression, put his hands behind his back and glanced at the treetop diagonally opposite. Immediately, his subordinates rushed out from their hiding places and knelt at his feet to await orders.
"Go find the Third Young Master. Hasn't he always wanted to deal with the water ghosts around Yangzhou? Send him there this time, and he's not allowed to come back until he succeeds."
In any case, it would be best to temporarily transfer Yan Yudao away from the Yan family.
Uncle Yin, who had been wearing a dark expression, finally appeared. He barely suppressed his dissatisfaction and said in a deep voice, "Young Master's plan is naturally good. I am short-sighted, but I don't understand what Young Master intends to do with that woman."
Yan Yufei had asked himself this question countless times, but still had no answer. He sighed, placed the wolf-hair brush on his sleeve, revealing a painting beneath his long sleeve. The ink was still fresh, depicting several autumn chrysanthemums, painted with meticulous coloring, elegant and refined.
His voice was very soft, “Uncle Yin, many people in the Xiao Yan family have praised my talent, saying that I am very similar to my deceased uncle. I even feel that I am him, and that I can no longer distinguish between him and him.”
Uncle Yin was taken aback by his sudden remark and said gently, "It's a good thing that the young master and the young sect leader are equally talented."
Yan Yufei smiled and said, "Even you say that, which shows that I can never escape my uncle's shadow in my entire life."
Uncle Yin was somewhat anxious, "Young Master, what makes you say that!"
Yan Yufei interrupted him, saying calmly, "That's why I don't want to be a second Uncle. Yan Yufei is Yan Yufei, not the same as Young Master Yan. What he can do, I can do too; what he can't do, I can do as well. He was the best hunter, but he died under the claws of the most powerful eagle. I am different. I will not die... Uncle Yin, I will not die, and I will never be injured again."
“Young Master…” Uncle Yin remained silent.
"Uncle Yin, don't worry about me." He smiled again, picked up his pen, and sketched the chrysanthemum in shadow. "You don't need to worry about anything."
Are you really not worried? Uncle Yin looked at him intently. If you're not worried, why is the look in your eyes different from usual? Why... do you seem to lack your usual composure and indifference?
Ge Yichun, losing a hand isn't enough for this woman? What is she anyway, that she deserves to be valued like this?
“Young Master, she’s just a woman,” Uncle Yin said coldly. “She’s just a woman. Young Master has been self-disciplined since childhood and rarely gets close to women. It’s inevitable that you’ll be flustered when you encounter someone special. If Young Master likes her, it’s a blessing for this kind of woman from the martial world. Tonight, I’ll have someone carry her to Young Master’s room.”
Yan Yufei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, crumpled the drawing paper on the table into pieces, and whispered, "You don't understand me, Uncle Yin, you've never understood me..."
These complex and tangled thoughts cannot be simply summarized by lust.
If she is a proud eagle, he will be a sharp hunter; if she is a free-spirited cloud, he will be a raging wind; if she is a wildflower blooming freely in the mountains, he will be the one who picks the flower.
It's not about gender, it's about conquest. What his uncle couldn't do, he might be able to do as well. No more, he will never be blinded or overshadowed by his uncle's shadow again. He is himself, and he has his own way.
Ge Yichun, the one who cut off his right hand, is the only person that Young Master Yan can remember in his heart.
If I want you to live, you must live. If you are to die, you can only die by my hand.
Yi Chun's injuries always healed quickly, and she was lively and energetic again within a few days. After her seventeenth failed attempt to escape after injuring the gatekeeper, thick iron bars were installed overnight in front of the doors and windows of the hut, and she was forcibly placed under house arrest by Yan Yufei.
For the first few days, she caused a huge scene. Uncle Yin even used the rarely used term "tigress" to describe her. Except for the iron bars on the doors and windows, which she couldn't break, she had smashed, thrown, and trampled everything in the room beyond recognition. She even took a perfectly good bed and turned it into pieces in one morning, leaving the guards speechless with shock.
In the afternoon, Yan Yufei arrived leisurely, neither angry nor frowning. Through the iron bars, he saw her pacing back and forth in the room, her left hand still slinged to her chest and unable to move, while her right hand grabbed three or four pieces of wood and smashed them on the ground, just like a restless tiger. He couldn't help but feel the urge to laugh.
"Let me out!" As soon as Yi Chun saw him, she immediately pounced on him. Although her subordinates knew she couldn't get out, those who had witnessed her skills before or were currently doing so couldn't help but panic and instinctively shielded Yan Yufei behind them.
Yan Yufei said, "Miss Ge is still recovering from her serious injuries. For your own health, you should rest more."
"Yan Yufei!" Yi Chun couldn't help but roar. She had never hated anyone so much. Even when she knew that Mo Yunqing had betrayed their sect and tried to force her and Yang Shen into a deadly fight, she had never hated him so intensely. "If you want to imprison me, you'd better be careful. Keep me locked up for life, or I will definitely take your head when I get out!"
These words were extremely harsh, and Uncle Yin, who was following behind, immediately frowned. His mind started to grumble about the young master and Ge Yichun again, wishing he could take it upon himself to kill her.
Yan Yufei remained unmoved and turned to signal his subordinates to bring out a charred coat, covered in bloodstains, black grime, and a hole, making it almost impossible to discern its original crimson color.
“I sent my men to surround and search the entire cliff, and they only found this coat. It seems that Young Master Shu is very skilled and has already escaped danger. I will give this coat to Miss Ge.”
Yi Chun slowly reached out and took the tattered coat. Without a word, she first turned up the collar, revealing two crooked characters embroidered in red thread on the white silk at the back of the collar: "Shu Jun". It was something she had done for him one day when he complained about a small tear in his coat and was about to throw it away, so she suddenly felt like mending it for him.
Yichun was not very literate, and her handwriting was even worse. It took her two whole days to complete the embroidery. This dress became Shujun's favorite, and she would wear it all the time, always with a sly smile.
She felt as if a sharp weapon had suddenly pierced her heart, causing tears to stream down her face uncontrollably. She bit her lip hard, suppressing her sobs, not wanting anyone here to see her vulnerable side.
In her heart, she never really needed to worry about Shu Jun; he was too strong, both physically and emotionally, beyond her concern. Shu Jun often lamented, "I've been completely captivated by this girl my whole life. My feelings for you are far stronger than yours for me." Yi Chun, am I just a substitute?
She never answered, perhaps subconsciously she really thought he was just a substitute. He was strong, witty, and interesting; being with him was so easy, she had nothing to fear. But she could never experience the heart-fluttering feeling she had with Yang Shen, that sense of insecurity and mutual dependence.
But now she realizes she was wrong. He was so important to her, and the moment she lost him, her heart stopped.
Shu Jun sighed occasionally: Yi Chun, would it kill you to rely on me a little more? If you won't let me rely on you, then I'll rely on you instead.
No, no, how could he be a substitute? She's an idiot, she just never understood.
What's wrong with relying on him and trusting him? Why can't we let him rely on and trust us in the same way?
Shu Jun and Yang Shen were two different people. She had always confused them, which forced him to compromise and endure a lot of grievances. Now she wanted to see him, hold him, and not say anything, just hold him.
But where is he? Why do people only realize the importance of someone when they lose them?
Yan Yufei said in a low voice, "Since there are only clothes, it proves that Young Master Shu is still alive. Miss Ge can rest assured."
Yi Chun gripped the clothes tightly in his hands and said in a deep voice, "With your Yan Clan hunting him down, why bother with these hypocritical words?"
"The sect leader is not looking for Young Master Shu for revenge." Yan Yufei clearly did not intend to say more to her. "Whether you believe me or not, just take good care of your injuries."
He turned to leave, but then heard Yi Chun ask him from behind, "Yan Yufei, what exactly do you want? To win me over? To curry favor with me? Or to use me as a hostage to blackmail Shu Jun?"