Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 106
Wuxia paused for a moment, then suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity. A quick thought struck her, and she remembered that Sister Qingyun had once made a sachet with plum blossoms, and the scent was exactly like this.
This was the first time she had been so close to a strange man, especially one she had feelings for. She was so engrossed in her own life that she didn't even realize how fast her heart was beating. It felt like all the blood in her body was flowing backwards, and her face was practically dripping blood.
Thump thump thump!
My heart is pounding!
Without even taking a deep breath, she quickly jumped away, putting distance between herself and Situ Xingyun before gradually returning to normal.
Suddenly, Wuxia remembered what Qingyun had once told her: "Wuxia, what you feel for Wuhen is not love. When you meet the person you truly love, you will know what love is."
She didn't have time to gently bite her lower lip.
Seeing Wuxia's shy, hesitant expression, Situ Xingyun naturally guessed what she was thinking. Besides, what kind of woman hadn't he seen? How could a young girl's little thoughts possibly stump him?
However, he already has enough women in his harem, so it's best not to get involved with a woman like this.
"girl……"
Just as Situ Xingyun was about to take his leave, Wuxia suddenly asked, "May I ask what your name is, young master?"
Situ Xingyun smiled, "I don't leave my name outside. If you really want to know my name, you can just call me Xingyun."
Wu Xia flashed a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with laughter, and sweetly called out, "Young Master Xingyun." After a pause, she continued, "Since Young Master Xingyun has introduced himself, then I have no choice but to reveal my own name as well."
"How could a young lady's name be known to an outsider?"
"Heroes of the martial world are not bound by names and honors. Young Master Xingyun, my surname is Yu and my given name is Wuxia."
Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow, looked at her closely, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He opened his jade fan and said seriously, "So it is Yu Wuxia from the Li Palace, the number one beauty in the martial arts world. Seeing you today, I can confirm that you live up to your reputation."
Wuxia chuckled lightly, "It is Wuxia's honor to receive praise from Young Master Xingyun." Suddenly, Wuxia pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Judging from Young Master Xingyun's attire and speech, Young Master Xingyun must be from the capital."
Situ Xingyun smiled, neither confirming nor denying.
She bit her lower lip again, her fingers clenched into fists, and asked somewhat nervously, "Young master, you must have many beautiful women in your household, right?"
At this moment, Situ Xingyun laughed out loud. He took out a piece of white jade from his clothes and handed it to Yu Wuxia, saying, "If Wuxia is willing, you can take this piece of white jade to the capital to find me in the future." He lowered his voice slightly, and a charming smile appeared on Situ Xingyun's lips.
He had no time to look at the white jade in his hand. The white jade was crystal clear and of excellent quality, with the character "cloud" engraved in regular script in the lower right corner.
Wuxia was overjoyed, completely forgetting the question she had just asked. She smiled sweetly, "Okay."
Situ Xingyun smiled and said, "Miss Wuxia, it's getting late. I have to go back now. Farewell."
Wuxia nodded somewhat reluctantly, "Young Master Xingyun, farewell."
Not long after Situ Xingyun left, Wuxia still leaned against the red pillar, looking in the direction where Situ Xingyun disappeared. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes shone brightly, making even the stars in the sky pale in comparison.
"Wuxia, what are you looking at?"
Qingyun walked lightly toward Wuxia and asked.
"Look...look at the flowers." Wuxia quickly snapped out of her reverie and discreetly put away the white jade. For some reason, she didn't want to tell Sister Qingyun about Young Master Xingyun.
Suddenly, Wuxia noticed that Qingyun's ten fingers were somewhat red and swollen. She asked in surprise, "Sister, what happened to your fingers?"
Qingyun smiled faintly, her eyes flashing slightly, and subtly hid her hand behind her back, saying, "I was playing the zither just now and accidentally scratched it."
Wuxia immediately fell into a slump, "Oh no! My cousin Wuhen will hate me to death!"
Qingyun said, both amused and exasperated, "It's alright. I'll take care of Wuhen, Wuxia is perfectly safe."
Wuxia finally felt relieved. She yawned and said, "Sister, I'm very tired today. Shall we go back?"
Qingyun nodded.
"Okay, let's go back."
Under the sunlight, the quiet red corridor silently exudes a deep red hue, seemingly out of place amidst the vibrant flowers. An unusual atmosphere also subtly hangs in the air.
Qingyun turned around, glanced at the quiet red corridor, and a smile curved her lips. But in the blink of an eye, she returned to normal, as if what had just happened was merely a fleeting moment.
Volume Two: Fate Destined to Leave the Palace, a Good Marriage Arrives, and a Test 1
Since returning from the Flower Temple that day, Jun Wuhen noticed that Qingyun and Wuxia had both become somewhat silent. Aside from writing and teaching Wuxia to play the zither, Qingyun spent her days immersed in playing. Wuxia, on the other hand, would simply stare blankly at the azure sky after finishing her daily zither playing.
Wuhen was completely baffled. When he asked them what had happened at the Flower Temple, Qingyun and Wuxia replied in unison, "Nothing happened."
Anyone who isn't stupid can easily tell that something definitely happened between the two of them that day!
Moreover, Ziyi had been with Qingyun for many years, so it was impossible for her not to notice the changes in her. However, she only observed secretly, and occasionally a shadow would fall over her heart.
Spring has gradually faded away, and the sweltering summer has arrived without us even noticing. Time flies like an arrow, and Qingyun's days pass by as uneventfully as still water.
Everything seemed ordinary, but it appeared to conceal an undercurrent that could not be seen with the naked eye, whether it was the imperial court, the martial arts world, or the detached palace.
The cicadas chirped sultryly in the trees, and there wasn't a breath of wind in the air. Even if there was, the wind seemed warm, making people feel even more parched.
However, Wuxia, dressed in a light red dress, sat upright before the zither, her posture proper and her back straight. A cool breeze arose, and with a casual flick of her wrist, her slender hands began to glide across the strings, playing with a surprisingly skillful touch.
As the song ended, he didn't have time to withdraw his hand. He smiled and looked at Qingyun expectantly.