Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 106

He nodded, his dark eyes glistening with moisture, like a little deer, his cheeks slightly puffed out—an expression he often wore in front of me. After washing his face, a maidservant brought in some refreshments with her head bowed, then quietly withdrew. Fei Fei's maidservants were all directly selected from the Shura Dark Camp; they possessed a certain level of martial arts skill without revealing it, knowing when to speak and when to keep quiet.

The door opened, and in came Yihan, who had already changed his clothes, and Linglong, who looked exhausted. I looked at Linglong and said, "Linglong, go get some sleep and then we'll head back to Luonan."

"Really?" Linglong looked at me with surprise and delight. "I... I don't have to take care of the young master anymore?"

"Ahem..." I glanced at Feifei, who seemed not to have heard anything, and laughed, "Yes, little aunt, you're free now. You can go back to Yunyan's side."

Linglong blushed slightly and puffed out her chest: "Actually, taking care of him is nothing. I just miss Madam so much."

I nodded, a knowing smile spreading across my lips, until her face flushed bright red before letting her leave. Actually, it wasn't Linglong's fault; I was too busy with official duties to take care of Feifei. Making Linglong, a young, unmarried woman, take care of a stunningly handsome man's daily needs without harboring any "impure thoughts," while also enduring his oppressive aura every day, was certainly not a pleasant experience.

After Linglong left, Yihan sat down in front of me and skillfully brewed three cups of tea with the teapot and teacups. Feifei naturally took the first cup, took a sip, and probably missed it because she hadn't had it in a long time and was quite satisfied with the taste. So she gave Yihan a barely perceptible smile.

Yi Han didn't react much, but his aura was relaxed, even somewhat gentle, like the joy and cherish of a young person returning home after a long absence. He then handed me the second cup.

I drank it all in one gulp, the warm, fragrant aroma spreading between my lips and teeth, as if every cell in my body had been cleansed. Looking at Yihan and Feifei beside me, also drinking tea, with different expressions, I suddenly found it a little funny. Why did I have the illusion of a family of three? Although the mother dressed as a man, the cold-mouthed father, and the eldest child were such an incongruous combination.

I smiled and said, "Yihan, if one day we can no longer drink the tea you brew, Feifei and I will feel as bad as if we were going through a drug withdrawal."

Yi Han didn't ask me a single question about drug addiction. He simply said indifferently and without hesitation, "That day will never come."

My hand trembled slightly, but thankfully I didn't let go of the cup. A hollow emptiness filled my heart, a chilling ache spreading through me. So close yet so far—so this is what they mean by "so close yet so far"!

I started coughing again, and the two of them frantically patted my back, searching for the pills Yunyan had prepared. I guessed I must look terrible, which is why Feifei looked like she was about to cry, while Yihan kept his head down, clenched his fists tightly, and didn't say a word.

After coughing for a while, my voice became hoarse. I forced a weak smile and said, "I'm fine. Yihan, send a message to Qin Gui and tell him to strengthen the city's defenses and make it look like he's going to fight us to the death. In short, we can't let anyone suspect his relationship with us."

Yi Han responded with a "yes," then helped me up and said softly, "Young Master, go and rest for a while."

I nodded, and seeing that Feifei was still staring at me nervously, I couldn't help but straighten his clothes and say, "I'm fine, don't worry."

He nodded very seriously, and then repeated what I said: "Yu is fine."

He nodded so forcefully, believing with all his might; his pale face and dark eyes were so earnest it was heartbreaking. I gently hugged him, then turned and left his room.

Xiao Yi

2008.1.8 18:11

Chapter 2: The Family of Three (End)

Next update: January 9th, tomorrow. But the amount will be small...

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Chapter 3 Past Events (Part 1)

Chapter 3 Past Events (Part 1)

Yi Han helped me, whose steps were a little unsteady, open the door. I unceremoniously leaned all my weight on him, saying, "Make sure the Mingjian Division keeps a close eye on the Woyang battlefield. If Yang Qian decides to launch a full-scale attack, we must attack Fangling before him. That way, we won't arouse suspicion... Yi Han, have you lost weight?"

Yi Han paused in closing the door, a hint of helplessness appearing on his usually indifferent face: "Young Master, you've lost weight."

I pinched the muscles on his arm and looked at him relentlessly: "You've really lost weight, but your muscles have become a bit more toned. You need to eat well these next few days."

Yi Han let me examine his entire body, both amused and exasperated, without ever asking what muscles were. I always felt that Yi Han might know my origins, that he didn't belong to this world, but he just didn't want to bring it up.

"You've really lost weight, you definitely need to eat well."

My hand, which had brazenly touched his chest, was grabbed by him. He looked down at me intently, a fleeting glint of dark green light in his eyes, and his palm, gripping my wrist, was frighteningly hot. He slowly released my hand, trying to say in a cold, indifferent tone, "I will."

A wave of sadness, pain, and helplessness washed over me. Perhaps I had been putting on too much of a cool and strong act in front of others, or perhaps even ten days of separation had become my limit.

My heart ached sharply, in waves. I suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly, my arms wrapped around his waist, burying my face in his chest. The chaotic, uneven beating of his heart pounded against my eardrums, and hot tears welled up in my eyes.

He held me stiffly for a long time, then slowly placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt that he originally wanted to hug me tightly, but in the end he pushed me away.

He looked at me with such sorrow and despair, etching me into his eyes bit by bit, until it all turned into piercing wounds. The heavy pain in his eyes was so vivid that, for a moment, I had the illusion that my own pain was nothing compared to his.

In a hazy daze, it felt like I was transported back to that apocalyptic day. A light drizzle soaked him, soaked me, and permeated all our shared memories and love. Memories flooded back like a tide…

One year ago.

May in Luonan is a rather muggy May. The temperature is not high, but the air pressure is always heavy, which makes people irritable.

That day was one that looked like it could rain at any moment. The sky was overcast, but there were no obvious dark clouds, and even the air was filled with a dampness.

These past few days I've been waiting for Yang Yi's decision, while also speeding up arrangements for Yunyan and the others to safely evacuate Luonan.

I know Yang Yi is increasingly distrustful of me. Perhaps it's because, with my memories restored, I seem like a dangerous time bomb, threatening his throne at any moment. That's why he's becoming more and more wary of me and trying every possible way to weaken my power.

However, I knew he would eventually agree to my plan, because Yang Yi was by no means a kind or complacent person. This can be seen from the original historical trajectory.

However, none of this bothers me right now. To be honest, although Yang Yi is quite cunning, I don't really take him seriously. What bothers me is that Yi Han's master, Fu Yushen, the current Star Soul of the Tianxing School, appeared before us without us noticing and took him away three days ago.

Yi Han once said that of his three disciples, he was the one his master loved the most. The moment I saw Fu Yu, I completely believed Yi Han's words.

Fu Yu and Yi Han are so alike, not in appearance, but in their spirit and temperament. One can imagine that Fu Yu must have raised Yi Han from a young age, taking meticulous care of him and teaching him by example, to achieve this.

Moreover, Fu Yu's gaze towards Yi Han was very gentle, his face radiating a cold yet fatherly glow. But after he carefully examined me, and then focused on Yi Han, the hint of reproach and pity in his eyes sent a sudden wave of panic through me.

Fu Yu said, "Yao'er said you didn't acknowledge a master, and I didn't believe it at first, but it turns out it's true?"

I know that Yao'er is the junior sister of Yi Han whom I bumped into in the palace of Shuiwu Kingdom, and also Fu Yu's daughter. She takes her mother's surname, Gu, and is the only "Sicheng" of the current generation of Tianxingliu Sword Sect, which is the so-called supervisor.

Back then, before I lost my memory, I overheard a conversation between Yi Han and Gu Yao'er. Combined with what Yi Han later told me, I finally understood the full picture of the Tianxingliu Sword Sect.

The legendary Tianxingliu Sword Sect is not large. They are based on Wuji Mountain, the most mysterious place on the continent of Yixiu, where no one has ever successfully entered. The sect has only a few hundred disciples with exceptional talent, but it also has a complete management system.