Hai Ling got up, but before she could get down, she heard a deep, magnetic voice in the moonlight: "General Bai has quite the refined taste."
A white light floated over and landed beside them in the blink of an eye.
The person who came was the Left Prime Minister, Xi Lingfeng. Xi Lingfeng's eyes were deep and dark, shimmering with light, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, but it carried a strong sense of fierceness that enveloped them.
The wind rustled his robes, his dark hair danced lightly, and he stood with his hands behind his back, looking as ethereal as a fairy maiden from another world. With light steps, he walked to Hai Ling in the blink of an eye and spoke gently, "Didn't you say you were tired? Go to sleep. I'll keep General Bai company with a drink."
Hai Ling blinked, somewhat confused. On her wedding night, her husband was nowhere to be seen, but these two men had come to visit her instead. It felt strange. However, she was a little dizzy, so she decided to go back to sleep. Let them do whatever they wanted. With that thought, she nodded and jumped down.
On the rooftop, when Xi Lingfeng turned to look at Bai Ye, he was enveloped in an aura of gloom and cold indifference, his arrogant posture as he stared coldly at Bai Ye.
Bai Ye was not afraid of him. He met his gaze, and the two faced off on the rooftop, slashing and hacking at each other in mid-air.
The two then looked at each other and smiled, but the smile was full of hostility. Xi Lingfeng sat down next to Bai Ye and spoke calmly.
"I'll drink with you."
"Very well, it is truly my honor to be able to drink to my heart's content with the Left Prime Minister."
After saying that, he tilted his head back and took a sip, then handed the wine pot to Xi Lingfeng, who also took a sip. After that, neither of them spoke, and they each drank a mouthful.
In the room below, Hailing, having drunk quite a bit, felt a little dizzy, so she washed up and went to bed, ignoring the person on the roof. Yanzhi, on the other hand, was stunned and couldn't fall asleep for a while. After a while, she ran out to check and found that there was no one on the roof. She finally breathed a sigh of relief and went back to her room to rest.
The study of the Left Prime Minister's residence.
Xi Lingfeng leaned against the desk, propping his head up with one hand, his dark hair cascading down. He looked languid and casual, but the air in the study was cool and unsettling.
Shi Zhu and Shi Mei had already slipped away; their master was angry.
But why was he angry? The two of them had followed him to the Crown Prince's residence earlier and saw him drinking with General Bai for a while. He had just returned and was angry.
What went wrong?
Inside the study, besides Xi Lingfeng, there was also the divine physician Shen Ruoxuan. Shen Ruoxuan had rushed back because of the Crown Prince's wedding. Anyway, he had heard that General Jiang's second daughter had died, so he came back. However, he did not expect that at the Crown Prince's wedding, there were not only no guests, but he was not even given a cup of water. This was enough to show how much the Crown Prince disliked the Crown Princess.
However, Shen Ruoxuan did not expect that Xi Lingfeng would be so angry at this moment.
He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Xi Lingfeng raised his eyebrows and gently rubbed his forehead. He didn't know what was wrong with him. In short, seeing what she had gone through today made him feel very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable. If he hadn't deliberately held back, he would have wanted to settle accounts with Feng Zixiao right now and give him a good beating for treating Hai Ling like this.
However, he quickly realized that he did not have the right to criticize the Crown Prince.
But seeing Hailing's suppressed sadness tonight, he seemed quite angry.
This unfamiliar feeling, which he had never experienced before, left him wondering what was wrong with him. Was he sick?
Xi Lingfeng looked up at Shen Ruoxuan opposite him, his previous coldness gone, replaced by a solemn expression.
"Shen Ruoxuan, I might be sick. Could you check it out for me?"
Are you sick?
Shen Ruoxuan was taken aback. He quickly got up and walked to his side. Observing his face and his expression, he could not tell that he was sick. Just a moment ago, the powerful aura he exuded and the coldness almost froze him to death. Now he was sick.
"Xi Lingfeng, what are you up to? I really can't figure out what's wrong with you."
"Lately, I've been experiencing intermittent chest pain, anger, and rage—emotions I can't control. Could this be a sign of illness?"
Xi Lingfeng's gaze gradually sharpened as he stared at Shen Ruoxuan, genuinely believing he was ill.
Shen Ruoxuan was stunned at first, then suddenly realized what he meant and couldn't help but laugh.
He forgot something, something important.
Xi Lingfeng is naturally less sensitive to emotions than others, something he discovered as a doctor, something that most people would never understand.
His childhood was relatively isolated, so he wasn't very sensitive to matters of the heart. The saying that no one is perfect is absolutely true. Even someone as outstanding as Xi Lingfeng, who is proficient in both literature and martial arts, has flaws. This pleased Shen Ruoxuan, and the smile on his lips deepened.
Xi Lingfeng narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep and sinister, as he stared at Shen Ruoxuan.
Seeing his expression, Shen Ruoxuan obediently asked, "Have you been spacing out a lot lately, getting inexplicably angry, and then thinking of someone?"
Xi Lingfeng stared intently in thought. These were indeed the symptoms. Could it be that he was really sick?
However, he didn't have any major physical symptoms, but he would always have some uncontrollable emotions, which made him uneasy.
Shen Ruoxuan laughed again, but when he met his cold and piercing eyes, he tried his best to suppress his laughter and spoke in a serious tone.
"Actually, your symptoms aren't a physical illness, but rather a psychological one?"
"A mental illness?"
Xi Lingfeng gasped, completely believing Shen Ruoxuan's words. His face darkened, and he slowly asked, "So this illness is?"
"It's liking; you like the person you always think about from time to time."
"I like it. I like the person who reminds me of this."
Xi Lingfeng was incredulous, unable to move, and just sat there motionless by the table.
He was enveloped in a dim, yellowish light, his face serene and calm. Suddenly, he let out a wild laugh, his entire face shining like a new moon, radiant and dazzling. His dark eyes were filled with joy and happiness, and his brows and eyes were warm. At this moment, he seemed to have lost the isolation and distance he used to have with others, as if the warm winter sun was shining down with boundless light, illuminating the earth.
Shen Ruoxuan was stunned. He thought Shen Ruoxuan would be shocked, or at least resistant. But Shen Ruoxuan was different from ordinary people. So he couldn't react for a moment and just stared at him blankly.
"So this is what liking someone is like. I never thought I could like someone else."
Although the feeling was unfamiliar, he didn't reject it. On the contrary, he was very happy. He had always felt that he was different from ordinary people, heartless and indifferent. Sometimes he wondered if there was something wrong with him. Others had all kinds of beauties, but he didn't like to get close to those women. He once thought that there was a defect in his heart, and that he might never have the chance to like anyone in this life. But all this anger, resentment, and worry was actually caused by liking someone. So who was the person he liked?