Double Box Record

Chapitre 93

He didn't turn around, stood still for a long time, and then answered, "...I don't know either. I only know that I can't let you go before I understand."

Yichun gripped the iron bars and continued shouting, "Fine, if you're going to keep me here, at least treat me well. This bed is broken; get me a new one, otherwise how am I supposed to sleep?"

This time, Yan Yufei turned around, glanced at her indifferently, and said, "No need. Since you broke the bed yourself, you must like sleeping on the shards. I won't take away this hobby of yours."

The world has finally changed. Even the honest and kind-hearted Ge Yichun can lie. Her eyes clearly say: I'm going to slip away while you're changing the bed.

If he couldn't see it, he wouldn't be the second young master of the Yan family.

So this time, Yi Chun stared dumbfounded as his figure disappeared into the courtyard, probably still unable to believe what the phrase "reaping what you sow" meant.

In the end, everything in the room was completely replaced, all overnight. To Yi Chun's horror, she clearly remembered sleeping on the broken pieces of furniture in a mess, but when she woke up the next morning, she had been moved to a new, large bed. The broken pieces and debris had been cleared away and replaced with brand-new furniture. She had no idea when it was done.

However, she also realized that if Yan Yufei really wanted to kill her, it wouldn't be difficult. So, after two or three years apart, why did he suddenly choose to forcibly imprison her upon their reunion?

This problem is probably unsolvable.

Yichun was too lazy to smash things or go crazy anymore. She lived a life of leisure, with someone bringing her good meals every day. Presumably to help her arm bone heal faster, they would stew soup for her at least four times a day. Half a month passed in a flash. Despite being confined to the small room, Yichun didn't become decadent and thin. In fact, she even gained weight. She got to know several of the guards and chatted with them every day with great enthusiasm. The feelings of "despair" and "helplessness" seemed to have left her behind.

She was as happy as a calf galloping across a field.

Uncle Yin would occasionally go to secretly monitor her for a day, and when he returned, he would shake his head and sigh, repeatedly saying that he was too old to understand the thoughts of young people. It was one thing if he didn't understand the young master's thoughts, but now he couldn't even understand a mere novice in the martial arts world. He really was getting old.

Another half month passed, and Master Yan was still missing. Yan Yudao returned triumphantly from Yangzhou. Perhaps to show off his power, he had his men bring in two sacks full of human heads. The maids were terrified, and the smell of blood filled the Yan family mansion.

The eldest brother sat for a while, then frowned and wheeled away, leaving Yan Yufei alone in the hall, enduring the stench of blood as his third brother boasted about his brilliant and decisive actions in Yangzhou, watching him pull out a human head and toss it around like a ball.

"Second Brother, how was it? Don't you think my plan was first-rate?" Yan Yudao finally got tired of talking animatedly and lowered his head to drink tea. While he was at it, Yan Yufei ordered his men to throw the heads out and bury them.

"Don't be so rigid!" Seeing that no one spoke, Yan Yudao said with a chuckle, "Fourth Brother is not young anymore, it's time for him to see the world. Someone, go and invite Fourth Young Master and the Sect Master here!"

Yan Yufei raised his hand to stop him, "No need. Fourth Brother is in poor health and can't stand the smell of blood. Father isn't here either; I don't know where he's gone. I think you should know this better than I do."

Yan Yudao laughed and said, "Second brother, why be so formal? If I make a mistake once, does that mean I'll make the same mistake every time? It's alright that Father isn't here. At least the matter in Yangzhou has been settled, and he can finally put his mind at ease."

You killed so many people, thinking you could settle things with the government by spending countless sums of money. It's not that easy. The aftermath will probably be three or four times more difficult. Where will Father get the weight off his heart? Yan Yufei thought silently, but didn't say it aloud.

Yan Yudao was usually very kind, but he knew all too well what kind of venomous snake was hidden behind that kindness. He had been suppressed by his eldest and second eldest brothers for a long time, and he had become somewhat twisted. Even the sect leader was quite wary of him, but because he was his own son, he could not show it too much. He only instructed the other three to be careful of the third brother.

He's not cut out for great things; what's scary is that he always thinks he's doing great things.

"Since there's nothing else, go and rest early." Yan Yufei didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he got up and left. Yan Yudao called out to him with a grin after him, "Second brother, I originally wanted to avenge you, but why don't you appreciate my kindness and instead keep that girl in your room to enjoy? If you had said earlier that you liked her skinny body, I wouldn't have needed to use that ruthless method. Wouldn't it have been better to just have someone wash her clean and send her to your bed?"

Yan Yufei paused, turned back and stared at him intently, then said calmly, "Don't you dare try anything with her again. This is the only time I'm giving you this warning, and it's the last one. Remember that."

Yan Yudao's round face smiled even more kindly and amiably, "How could I dare to covet my second brother's woman? You flatter me."

Yan Yufei finally left, and Uncle Yin's voice rang softly in his ear—"Young Master, if you can't do it yourself, wouldn't it be better to let the Third Young Master take care of that woman?"

His eyes flashed, and his expression finally turned gloomy.

“Uncle Yin, I had no intention of killing her,” he said calmly. “I would never want my subordinates to be thinking about killing people all the time.”

Uncle Yin fell silent. After a long while, he seemed to finally realize something. His eyes lit up, but then dimmed again. He lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, I've watched you grow up, so I'm practically an elder to you. Today, I only want to ask you one question: Have you fallen for Ge Yichun?"

Do you like it? Yes, I do.

Yan Yufei seemed not to quite understand the meaning of those two words. He suddenly looked up, staring blankly ahead, and slowly stopped, saying softly, "Uncle Yin, what... did you say?"

Uncle Yin walked up to him, his wrinkled eyes looking at him quietly. He said in a low voice, "Young Master, when you were thirteen, you were very fond of a young aunt. You took her hand and went to the sect leader to ask if you could marry her. The sect leader only said that you were not a good match, and you let that pretty girl go without changing your expression. The sect leader later told me that this young man was cold-hearted and would surely achieve great things. Over the years, you have never lacked beautiful women around you. When you were young, you traveled the world, and many noble ladies and chivalrous women threw themselves at you, but I never saw you act strangely. But now, Young Master is acting very strangely. You are protecting her, forcing her to stay, and not killing her. In my opinion, there is only one reason—Young Master, you have truly fallen in love with Ge Yichun."

Yan Ganfei frowned, his dark eyes darkened, and he instinctively wanted to refute, but when the words reached his lips, he found that he could not say anything.

Liking, the liking a man has for a woman. It is intense, unique to him alone, a mixture of supreme tenderness and absolute possessiveness—this is what liking is.

He slowly shook his head, a rare look of bewilderment on his handsome face, and said softly, "Uncle Yin, I don't know... I don't know what it feels like to like someone, I... have never liked anyone."

“I’m not killing her, simply because I don’t want to. Yes, I want to win her over; she’s a talented person, so I can’t kill her. I will keep her here, within the Yan Clan.”

He finally found a good reason to be satisfied with it.

Uncle Yin didn't ask him any more questions. He just smiled silently, with a hint of sadness and understanding, and retreated behind Yan Yufei.

Yi Chun had a pretty good month. Yan Yufei ate nourishing soup three or four times a day, which not only healed her broken bones, but also made her gain weight like a balloon. If Shu Jun saw her now, he would definitely smile and poke her face, saying that she had gone from a skinny skinny girl to a balloon-like girl.

Not only have I gained weight, but it seems like all my energy has gone away. Lately, I feel tired very easily. It's strange, I just eat and sleep all day, how can I get tired?

Yichun increasingly felt that her master's previous statement, "Laziness leads to depravity," was very true.

Fearing she might escape, Yan Yufei had long since tossed his sword into some unknown corner. She hadn't practiced martial arts for a month either; the room was too small to even complete a full set of boxing techniques. Initially, Yichun insisted on practicing every day, but lately she tires too easily, often experiencing side stitches and severe stomach pains while practicing. Could it be that despicable Yan Yufei had secretly poisoned her food?

Yichun had been lying in bed for a long time and was getting a little bored, so she started playing with the tassels on the curtains and thinking about Shujun to pass the time.

Someone was standing by the window. This time, Yan Yufei had personally delivered the food box, slipping it in through the iron bars of the window.

"Miss Ge, dinner is ready." She wondered if there was something wrong with her ears, but his voice sounded strange today, as if... it had softened considerably. His arrogant and haughty tone from before seemed to have vanished.

Yichun forced herself to perform a set of boxing techniques today, but her stomach was still hurting, her face was pale, and she was too weak to speak. "I don't want to eat now. Just put it away and leave quickly."

But he didn't leave. He leaned against the window, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Yi Chun looked up at him curiously, only to find that this young master, who was usually as cold as ice and unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, had a strange expression today. He seemed absent-minded, his eyes wandering, as if he had some secret worries that were tormenting him and making him restless.

“Miss Ge…” Yan Yufei lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly, “I have come today to invite you to join the Yan family.”

Yichun was a little stunned. "...Did I hear that right? Say it again."

"I hope Miss Ge can join the Yan Clan, so that we can expand our territory together and unify the martial arts world in the future." Yan Ganfei finally spoke these words more smoothly and looked up, staring intently into her eyes.

Yi Chun stood there dumbfounded for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Yan Yufei, are you running a fever? If I were capable of agreeing, I would have already done so. Why are you wasting your breath here today?"