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Capítulo 30

"Huh?" Yin Wuxiao asked blankly.

The next second, she found herself atop the tallest tree in the Hundred Questions Manor.

"What are you doing bringing me here?" Yin Wuxiao asked, speechless.

Baili Qingyi leaned against a thick branch, holding her firmly in his arms, and patiently explained, "The view here is the most open, which can also make people feel more open-minded, unlike being confined in a room."

"..." He actually understood her thoughts. She couldn't help but look at him deeply.

"Baili Qingyi, you really are quite good-looking." She was somewhat dazzled by his pleasingly handsome face.

Baili Qingyi was both amused and exasperated. She was indeed quite good-looking; was that a compliment?

"I heard my mother is also a great beauty, but unfortunately I've never met her," she continued, her face full of regret.

He first took off his outer robe and wrapped her up completely, then stared at her phoenix eyes with a smile in his eyes: "Don't you look like your mother?"

"Hmm, she seems to resemble my father more." She nestled confidently into his arms, his scent filling her senses, gradually calming her down. After all, he'd already kissed her...

“You are beautiful too.” Baili Qingyi looked at her smooth, white forehead, and a sudden dryness rose in his throat.

A blush crept onto her snowy cheeks. She looked up shyly and saw his beautifully shaped thin lips slightly parted, his breath slightly heavy.

"You..." Why did you kiss me that day? She coughed twice, but what came out was: "Look, what a big moon."

Okay, she's a coward...

Baili Qingyi smiled faintly, a smile that seemed to belong to a celestial being.

Yin Wuxiao sighed, rubbing his forehead, "You can't laugh like that... You laugh like a demon. Look, you've even chased away the moon."

So beautiful it would shame the moon and flowers...

At this moment, her phoenix eyes were half-closed, her hair was as black as ink, her cherry-red mouth was slightly open, and her soft and fragrant body leaned against him as if boneless. How many men in the world could resist such temptation?

Baili Qingyi sighed deeply. He would continue to keep her company, letting her feel the cold wind and look at the moon.

"You know, my father died for my mother, a suicide pact," she suddenly said quietly.

“I know.” He nodded.

"I don't like that."

"Do you think he's too irresponsible?"

Yin Wuxiao shook his head: "He probably believes in me, believes that his child can live a strong and good life even without him. But I just want to see him, even if I can't see my mother, it would be good to see what my father looks like."

Seeing the hint of melancholy on her beautiful face, Baili Qingyi couldn't help but gently stroke her cheek with pity.

"So all I have in my memory is Aunt Nan. But now Aunt Nan is gone too, and I'm afraid that one day I'll forget what she looked like."

"And you? Do you remember what your parents look like?" Yin Wuxiao looked up at him expectantly.

Baili Qingyi remained silent.

After a long pause, he shook his head.

"How could this be..." If she remembered correctly, it had only been five or six years since the old master of Baili Mansion passed away.

Baili Qingyi stared at her intently.

"Xiao'er, I am not the biological son of the Baili family."

"..."

"What?" Yin Wuxiao opened his mouth in astonishment.

"Hanyi is the true eldest son of Baili Prefecture. I am a child my father picked up before Hanyi was born." He was only five years old when he was picked up.

"cocoa……"

“My father treated me like his own son and never announced to the outside world that I was an adopted son. In fact, my biological parents were a beggar couple who starved to death on the roadside during the drought in Henan that year.”

"You...you..."

"Why should I take over Baili Prefecture? My father has always been weak about bloodlines and insisted that Baili Prefecture should be ruled by the most capable. Ever since I broke through Tianmen Village when I was eighteen, he decided to hand over Baili Prefecture to me."

"But...but..." Yin Wuxiao took a deep breath and finally digested this sudden martial arts secret.

"...And what about you? Are you willing?"

Baili Qingyi looked at her suddenly, then smiled and patted her head: "It's a good thing to be able to reduce some bloodshed in the martial arts world with your own strength."

"That's a good thing, but... you're not happy doing it?" Yin Wuxiao frowned as he looked at him.

Baili Qingyi was startled: "How do you know?"

“If you were happy doing this, you wouldn’t hide yourself so deeply.” Yin Wuxiao reached out and pulled his large hand, gently holding it, her voice soft: “From your way of speaking to your taste in clothing, you have to pretend. How can the person behind you not be tired?” She pointed to his chest. “You’re different from Baili Hanyi. He’s mild-mannered and easygoing. Taking on other people’s burdens is just another job for him. He knows when to stop. But you, with your picky personality, when the burden of the martial world falls on your shoulders, you automatically multiply it a hundredfold or a thousandfold.”

Unaware that Baili Qingyi's gaze was gradually deepening, she sighed, her face full of helplessness: "Besides, the mask your father made for you is too perfect. In reality, where in the world is there such a perfect person? You must have been forced, forced to hide the Baili Qingyi in your heart, forced to say things you don't like to say, do things you don't like to do, wear clothes you don't like to wear, and eat things you don't like to eat... um..."

His warm lips swiftly sealed her mouth, swallowing all her remaining words. He impatiently parted her pearly teeth, savoring her sweetness and warmth, forcing her to roam freely under his guidance. Their lips pressed tightly together, as if struggling for survival, unrestrained and relentless. His advances grew increasingly fierce, as if he wanted to transform into a flame and burn them both away. Their chests pressed tightly together, his large hands holding her close in his embrace, as if trying to bury her deep within his heart.

After a while, the two slowly separated, both panting heavily with unsteady breaths.

This... was a kiss that felt like a life-or-death struggle.

Yin Wuxiao stared at him, panting, but saw the surging tide of emotion that he couldn't hold back in his deep, cold eyes.

She was startled, and a gentle and sweet feeling instantly swept over her heart.

She gently reached out and placed her soft hand on his left chest, feeling their hearts pounding in unison.

"Why did you kiss me?" She blushed, but looked straight into his eyes.

Baili Qingyi smiled softly.

"Because I want to."

What a terrible answer... Yin Wuxiao suppressed the urge to curse him.

It's okay, she persisted: "When...did you start thinking about...um, kissing me?"

"From the first time we met, every time I see you."

Yin Wuxiao felt his face suddenly explode.

"...In Luoyang, at the Jueshe Tower?" she guessed logically. But back then in Luoyang, her face was completely dark; would he also have...cough cough...desire?

She smiled softly, a hint of mischief in her laughter, and gently stroked his handsome face.

Baili Qingyi gazed at her, knowing he was completely captivated by her rare tenderness.

"No, it was six years ago."

Six years ago, she was just a little girl who had just come of age...

This wicked devil's lustful thoughts have gotten going way too early.

This flower is not my spring.

Qiao Fenglang felt a little dizzy.

A beautiful woman in white, her sleeves loosely gathered and her hair slightly disheveled, leaned lazily against the zither table. One hand cupped her cheek, while the other plucked the strings unhurriedly, and the clear, pleasant music poured out in a solitary way.

In a daze, he seemed to return to that afternoon many years ago when peach blossoms fell like rain. The little girl with red lips and white teeth raised her skirt high with both hands, capturing the fragrance of spring. Her clever smile turned to surprise when she saw his presence. She loosened her little hands, and the peach blossoms fell to the ground like blood.

"Brother Fenglang!" The little boy's eyes warmed, and he smiled.

The music stopped abruptly.

The woman playing the zither slightly raised her head, meeting Qiao Fenglang's gaze, and suddenly smiled.

Qiao Fenglang stared at the stunningly beautiful face before him, then suddenly felt a chill.

What is he doing?

So he bowed slightly and said, "Miss Cuiyu."

After playing the zither, Yuwen Cuiyu stood up gracefully and walked down from the pavilion with a smile.

"Did Chief Qiao mistake Cuiyu for someone else?" Her eyes were clear, with a hint of inquiry.

A strange feeling flashed through Qiao Fenglang's mind.

"I must be seeing things," he said with a hint of self-deprecation.

If he remembered correctly, this woman was the protagonist of the wedding banquet at Chuxiu Manor that day. He left first that day and did not see her resisting the marriage, but he heard about it afterwards.

Why would a woman like this fall in love with Baili Qingyi?

Jealousy flashed across his eyes, until he calmly transformed it into peace.

Yuwen Cuiyu took in his various expressions, but she did not press him further. Instead, she turned and returned to the pavilion.

The strings rang out again with a sharp note.

"Chief Qiao, when is the wedding date set?" She tilted her head, her smile undiminished.

"Why is Miss Cuiyu so concerned about my marriage?" Qiao Fenglang replied coldly. After all, this woman was Baili Qingyi's woman, the enemy's woman.

Yuwen Cuiyu didn't mind at all: "Cuiyu just wanted to remind Chief Qiao of something."

"What is it?"

Yuwen Cuiyu sighed: "Can't Chief Qiao see that Miss Yin has feelings for the young man in green?"

Qiao Fenglang froze.

"Nonsense!" he rebuked coldly.

"The reason why Miss Yin agreed to marry Chief Qiao was to use Chief Qiao's power to save Hundred Questions Manor and Young Master Qingyi, right?"

“Miss Cuiyu, I respect you out of respect for Old Madam Yuwen, but that doesn’t mean you can gossip about my private affairs.” Veins bulged on Qiao Fenglang’s forehead.

“Chief Qiao is a smart man, why continue to deceive yourself?” Yuwen Cuiyu stopped in front of him and said softly, “A one-sided marriage will only make you suffer.”

Qiao Fenglang looked back at the beautiful woman in front of him in surprise, and found that he couldn't find any words to refute her.

After a long pause, he said in a deep voice, "A woman who can answer Qingyi so definitively certainly has some eloquence. But, since you are so fond of Baili Qingyi, why..."

“Cuiyu only feels that one should be true to one’s own heart.” Yuwen Cuiyu gently placed a hand on his arm and said earnestly, “Let go and grant them their wish.”