Eternal Night - Chapter 139
"Admit your mistake!"
What? Where did she go wrong? He was the one being unreasonable. Her wrist was being squeezed painfully, and Yongye tried to pull away, but Feng Yangxi wouldn't let go. In desperation, she twisted her palm and gripped the throwing knife, aiming straight for Feng Yangxi's throat. She was just using the most effective way to kill out of habit; she just wanted to get rid of him.
Feng Yangxi's eyes turned icy cold instantly. She actually wanted to kill him? Was her heart only gentle towards Yue Po? He grabbed her wrist and flung it away, dodging Yong Ye's attack, and then slapped her back with his palm.
His martial arts skills far surpassed Yongye's. With this palm strike, Yongye's still-healing injuries worsened again, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling into the lake.
Feng Yangxi couldn't retract his hand in time and jumped down as well.
When they pulled Yongye from the water, they saw a patch of blood stained with water on her chest; she was already unconscious. Feng Yangxi's heart clenched, overwhelmed with sadness and grief. He slammed his hand hard on the water's surface, splashing water all over his face. Feng Yangxi had never felt so dejected.
He carried Yongye back to the bamboo house, his hands trembling as he removed her clothes and wrapped her in a thin blanket. Water dripped down his hair and beard. The wet clothes clung to his body, the sun's heat making him feel indescribably uncomfortable. But Feng Yangxi's heart ached far more. When he struck out and Yongye flew away, he regretted it. He didn't want to hurt her any further, yet he was the one who caused her to vomit blood.
The Secret of Bamboo Mats
When Yongye regained consciousness, he was no longer in the bamboo house.
Minglan looked at her with concern, brought her the medicine, and fed it to her.
"Is this Qiushui Manor?" Yongye asked casually.
“Yes, Young Master Feng has something to attend to. He said it would be better for Miss to stay at the manor to recuperate,” Minglan said gently.
"Minglan, you can leave now. I need to practice my internal energy." Yongye didn't want to hear Feng Yangxi's name. She calmly thought that her priority was to heal her injuries before trying to find a way to save Yuepo and Qiangwei.
Minglan obediently picked up the medicine bowl, and before leaving, she couldn't help but say, "Young Master Feng said that since Miss is better, she might as well go back to the An family to take a look. Perhaps there will be some unexpected gains."
Yongye nodded. Minglan left, and she sighed again. A layer of worry appeared in her bright eyes. The An family—could it really be through the An family that they could find out the whereabouts of Yuepo and Qiangwei?
She silently circulated her internal energy. Feng Yangxi's palm strike wasn't heavy; it only affected her internal organs, causing injury. The snake-like internal energy within her circulated through her limbs more smoothly than before. Was it to regulate her meridians? After circulating her energy for only a short while, Yongye couldn't help but think of Feng Yangxi. She told herself again and again to calm her mind.
Ten days later, Yongye's injuries improved. Apart from Minglan, no one from Qiushui Manor bothered her. Feng Yangxi also disappeared.
After Yongye finished packing, still wearing the same cloth robe and carrying a throwing knife, she bid farewell to Minglan.
"Miss, this is from Young Master Feng." Minglan took out a bundle.
Yongye glanced at it; the purple dress was neatly folded, and there was a knife pouch and a bag of loose silver. She opened it and saw that there were twenty-four throwing knives inside the knife pouch, which seemed to be ones she had used before. She wondered if they were the ones Feng Yangxi had taken after each person he killed. What did it mean that he had returned them to her?
Should he remind her not to kill good people anymore, or tell him that he would never want to kill her again because of this?
Yongye picked up the bundle. She hesitated for a moment, wanting to leave Ziyi behind, but she still took it with her.
I walked down the alley again. The sun was shining brightly. But the eternal night held no joy of returning home.
No one was waiting for her to eat in the quiet alley anymore, no one was there anymore.
She pushed open Uncle Zhao's door. The courtyard was empty; even the pigs were gone. She sat blankly under the grape trellis for a while, lost in thought. She felt so lonely.
Pushing open the door to the east wing, Yuepo's room was simple, even the quilt was neatly folded. She returned to the west wing, lay down, the bamboo mat was cool, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.
When Yongye came into this world, he felt lonely for the first time in eighteen years.
She gently stroked the bamboo mat. She had lived here for so many days, but never before had she felt such longing. Suddenly, her fingertips touched something unusual. Yongye paused, then closed her eyes and continued stroking.
Many years ago, she gradually uncovered the secrets of the Heavenly Vein Inner Classic in the darkness.
She rolled over and got up, squinting as she examined the bamboo mat. To the naked eye, she couldn't see anything special about it. With a whoosh, she ripped the mat up and ran into the yard.
When held up to the sunlight, the secrets of the bamboo mat are revealed.
Yongye trembled all over. The August sun was so intense, yet her heart was so cold, chilling to the bone. She stared at the bamboo mat, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes, blurring her vision. Like a madwoman, she stabbed the mat with throwing knives; bamboo shards flew, splinters piercing her hands. She felt no pain, only a desire to chop the mat into pieces.
A hand grasped hers.
Yongye launched a kick, displaying the close-quarters combat skills he had learned in his previous life to the fullest.
She didn't know who the person in front of her was, and his obstruction enraged her. Until a pair of hands tightly embraced her body, sucking all her cries into a broad chest.
He didn't know how much time had passed before Yongye finally relaxed. He cupped her face in his hands, Feng Yangxi's anxious face looming large before him, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. Tears streamed down her face as Yongye murmured, "Why did you lie to me? Why did you make me marry the Crown Prince..."
Feng Yangxi froze, his gaze shifting from confusion to surprise. He hugged her tightly and said repeatedly, "No, that's not what I meant! Not marrying him, I don't mean for you to marry him!"
Yongye was stunned for a long time, then suddenly slapped him hard across the face and shouted, "You are clearly!"
Feng Yangxi was stunned for a moment, then a joy slowly grew in his heart. He burst into laughter and asked teasingly, "Why are you angry that I made you marry him, Yongye?"
Yongye opened her mouth, wondering why she was angry about this. She turned her head away, pursing her lips without answering.
"I don't want you to marry him, I will never force you to marry him, okay?" Feng Yangxi's words froze Yongye.
Feng Yangxi's eyes revealed sincerity and tenderness. Those once sharp, eagle-like eyes now held a frankness, and Yongye easily understood their meaning. Startled, she took a step back and murmured, "You...you didn't abandon me, did you?"
Feng Yangxi stared at her intently. She seemed a little afraid. What was she afraid of? The words couldn't help but slip out: "I thought I didn't care anymore, but... I still came. Yongye, you..." He wanted to ask her if she had feelings for him, but the words wouldn't come out.
Yongye opened her mouth. Yes, he was here. Whenever she was in danger, he was always by her side. Just thinking of him made her feel safe. But... her eyes flickered with emotions she herself couldn't describe.
Yongye slowly lowered her head, looking at the tattered bamboo mat on the ground, her heart feeling as if it had shattered into pieces. She said, word by word, "I am Xinghun, the one and only assassin Xinghun. I am not the princess of Anguo, not a delicate flower that anyone can make decisions for me."
"I know." Feng Yangxi took her hand, and Yongye trembled slightly.
The bamboo thorn pierced her flesh, causing excruciating pain. It brought her crystal clear. "A thorn embedded in my flesh hurts more than a knife wound."
"Just pick one." Feng Yangxi looked at it with her head down.
He carefully picked out each bamboo splinter, as meticulously as if he were embroidering.
Yongye said indifferently, "You can even pick out thorns in someone's heart?"