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Capítulo 26

Yang Shen grasped Yi Chun's hand and squeezed it hard.

It took twenty days for Yichun's injuries to fully heal.

During those twenty days, she not only had to endure Nana applying all sorts of strange things to her face, hands and feet every day, but she also had to be treated like a doll, with Nana and Mumu repeatedly taking her hair apart and tying it up, trying out countless different hairstyles.

Those twenty days were like living in hell; now I'm finally free.

When Yang Shen came to find her, Yi Chun had just washed her face. Her hair and clothes were taken care of by Nai Nai, who didn't allow her to have any opinions.

"Nana, the sleeves of this dress are so loose, it's really inconvenient to move around."

"Nana, I can't tie my sword without a belt. Can you find me a belt?"

"Nana, these shoes are so uncomfortable, my feet hurt so much."

Yichun complained again and again, but Nai Nai shut her down with a single sentence: "This is how you look. You'll get used to it."

How could she possibly get used to such a cumbersome outfit! Yichun touched the bun on her head, which she couldn't tell was shaped like, and felt it was about to come loose if it wobbled. But Nai Nai insisted that it was a trendy style that suited her face shape.

She couldn't tell whether it suited her or not; she just felt like she was bound by invisible ropes, and she was completely uncomfortable.

Nana picked up the washbasin and said, "Don't touch it. A girl should move more gently and gracefully. Being too boisterous is what makes a tomboy."

Yichun turned to look at her seriously: "I have only one question. In this state, can I still practice martial arts and fight?"

This girl is truly hopeless; Nana sighed helplessly, "I've never seen a girl like this before... Is martial arts more important or looks?"

Looking up, she saw Yang Shen leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smile, looking in her direction. She then said, "Why don't you try to persuade your senior sister? Is she a martial arts fanatic?"

Yichun, supporting her hair, stood up shakily, looked innocently at Yang Shen, and murmured, "Yang Shen, I feel dizzy and lightheaded, and my whole body feels uncomfortable. Can I change back into my old clothes and shoes?"

Yang Shen scrutinized her with a slightly amazed expression.

Yichun was originally very dark-skinned, so dark that it shone like charcoal. Although her features were not bad, she was never considered beautiful.

Although she is no longer as fair-skinned as jade, she is countless times better than before, with healthy skin, well-proportioned features, and the vibrant charm of a fifteen-year-old girl.

She has a full forehead, and now she has all her hair tied back in a simple updo, which suits her neat and efficient temperament. Paired with a lotus-colored silk skirt, she exudes a refined and elegant air, making her stand out.

Even if she isn't a great beauty, she certainly deserves the description of being heroic and dashing.

Seeing her looking at him for help, he smiled and said, "Senior sister looks good in anything."

Yichun tugged at her skirt helplessly: "I'm not used to this at all."

"Getting used to what?" Ningning's smiling voice rang out from outside the window. She peeked out with a beaming face and was taken aback when she saw Yichun's new appearance. It seemed that she was not the same person as the slovenly girl in her memory.

Has she gotten so much fairer?

"You look so beautiful today, sister," she said, as if she meant it sincerely.

Intentionally or unintentionally, she couldn't help but steal glances at Yang Shen. His gaze never left Yi Chun for a moment; he looked at her intently and seriously.

Ningning suddenly felt very irritable.

Upon hearing that Yi Chun had recovered from her injuries, Yan Yufei specially put aside his busy work and took some time in the afternoon to visit her.

Seeing how much Yichun had changed, he felt a little guilty: "This servant was bold and rude, Miss Ge, please don't take it to heart."

Yi Chun exchanged a few polite smiles with him, simply to express her gratitude for his rescue and shelter. She hadn't yet mastered such江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) pleasantries, and finding it tiring to say them, she simply spoke more freely: "Young Master Yan saved us. If there's anything you need help with in the future, just let me know."

Uncle Yin, who was wearing a straw hat, glanced at her again, finding her speech crude and frivolous. Yi Chun was completely unaware.

Yan Yufei smiled faintly: "You're too kind, young lady. We're all people of the martial world, and it's only natural that when one is in trouble, help comes from all sides. I've come today with some good news to tell you."

Good news? She was taken aback.

Yan Yufei said, "The wanted list for the young lady has been removed, and the real culprit was apprehended two days ago. That young lady forcibly took many young men into her household, one of whom was already engaged. The fiancée searched desperately for him and came here, but to no avail. So she sneaked into the gate at night and killed the young lady. Now that the case has been solved and the young lady's innocence has been cleared, isn't that a great relief?"

Yi Chun was somewhat surprised. Previously, the Xiaoyao Sect had insisted that she was the one who killed the young lady, and the government, having been bribed by them, had arrested her without even asking any questions. Now, their attitude had changed so quickly. Where did the real culprit come from?

Yang Shen said, "Thank you, Young Master Yan, for your help in clearing my senior sister's name."

Yi Chun suddenly realized that Yan Yufei's ambiguous smile was actually the one behind it all, and that he had used some unknown means to find the real culprit.

Yan Yufei said slowly, "I dare not take credit. This matter is largely thanks to Uncle Yin's investigation and errands. Fortunately, Miss Ge was not wronged."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I do have a favor to ask of you two, and I humbly request that you take the time to hear me out."

Chapter Sixteen

Mumu and Nainai retreated together, and Ningning also quickly moved away. Uncle Yin closed the door, stood guard at the entrance with his arms crossed, his straw hat pulled low.

The atmosphere was somewhat mysterious. Yang Shen's expression turned solemn. He knew that it was better if this person didn't make any demands, because if he did, things would definitely be difficult.

His assistance was not as noble as he made it sound; he was a worldly person who prioritized personal gain above all else.

I couldn't help but glance at Yichun. She was clearly not used to or liked this situation; her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

“It has been a month since I first met Miss Ge at the clinic in Xiande Town. Do you still remember what happened that day?” Yan Yufei suddenly said something inexplicable.

He should have reminded her, because once he mentioned it, Yichun exclaimed "Ah!" and suddenly realized, "That's right! The person in the clinic that day was you! No wonder you looked so familiar."

Yan Yufei smiled and said, "That day, I was being chased and poisoned. I was fortunate to receive proper treatment from Doctor Qiu, otherwise I would not have survived. The Yan family has a good reputation, so it is inevitable that we will encounter villains. However, the madmen I encountered were exceptionally difficult to deal with. They chased me all the way from the northern desert to Tanzhou. Several times they almost succeeded. If it weren't for Uncle Yin, I wouldn't be here today to have a detailed discussion with you two."

Neither of them spoke, waiting for him to say the most important thing.

Sure enough, he didn't beat around the bush and immediately stated his request: "I have important matters to attend to and no extra martial arts servants by my side. You two are exceptionally skilled and are from prestigious families, so I humbly request that you stay at the villa for the time being, for a maximum of two months and a minimum of ten days. I would never dare to ask you to stay for long."