La pluie printanière est comme du vin, les saules comme de la fumée

Chapitre 11

"Don't worry! Qingyi has the princess as her backer!" Qingyi said confidently.

Feng Xue looked at her helplessly, waved her hand, and said, "Never mind, Qingyi, go and rest! You must have been frightened last night. Did Situ Xingyun punish you?"

Qingyi quickly shook her head, "No! Last night, as soon as the prince stepped into the Snow Pavilion, he only asked one question, 'Where did the princess go?' Qingyi replied that the princess went for a walk. Then the prince looked at Qingyi with a hint of suspicion, and Qingyi was so frightened that she immediately kowtowed and then knelt there without daring to speak."

Fengxue picked up a comb and began to comb her hair absentmindedly.

When did Situ Xingyun arrive?

After thinking for a moment, Qingyi replied, "I arrived shortly after the princess left."

Feng Xue suddenly paused. Shouldn't he be with his beauty?

A moment later, Feng Xue pursed her lips and skillfully styled her hair into a simple bun. His affairs were none of her concern.

"Princess, the Prince has agreed to your deal, so you are much freer now. Will you be going out tonight?"

“No—” Feng Xue narrowed her eyes slightly, “Situ Xingyun will definitely take action tonight. But—” Her tone lowered, and a glimmer of light flashed by, “I will accompany him to the end tonight.”

Suddenly, a very faint flapping sound came from outside.

"Qingyi, you may leave! You don't need to serve me tonight," Fengxue instructed.

"Yes, Princess."

After Qingyi left, Fengxue closed her eyes and focused her attention. Once she was sure no one was around, she picked up a leaf that had just drifted from the window onto the dressing table and gently played a soft melody, a melody so soft it could melt ice and snow.

Just then, a pure white bird fluttered in and landed in front of Feng Xue, its pair of dark eyes staring straight at her.

Feng Xue smiled and continued playing that gentle melody.

The pure white bird continued to stare at her with its dark, shiny eyes, as if it were examining something.

Feng Xue continued to smile, playing the melody to its fullest on a small green leaf.

When the music ended, the pure white bird finally stopped staring at her, satisfied. Then, it seemed to take a deep breath, using all its strength, and with that force, it expelled a small, round, wax ball from its body.

Feng Xue immediately caught the ball.

She gently stroked its head and held out a leaf from her palm. It immediately swallowed the leaf, and its dark eyes instantly became bright and alert.

Peel off the wax coating on the small ball, and you'll find a wad of paper inside.

After flattening the crumpled paper on the table, Feng Xue examined it carefully.

"If there's anything, go back to the valley."

A look of joy appeared in Feng Xue's eyes, as if she had escaped a great disaster.

At that moment, with a thud, the white bird spat out another small wax ball.

Feng Xue frowned slightly and took out a small piece of paper.

"Woman, no slacking off. You must finish writing the sequel when I get back!"

The joy on his face vanished instantly.

The white bird seemed to sense her emotions and let out a soft cry. Its dark eyes blinked, filled with amusement.

She glared at it fiercely and muttered, "Like master, like pet."

The white bird seemed to understand her meaning, let out another soft cry, and then flapped its wings and flew away with satisfaction.

Watching the white bird gradually disappear into the sky, Feng Xue pouted.

She and Li Ge were the ones who rescued it from the giant snake's jaws, and now it's become a useful tool for Li Ge to supervise her writing. If she'd known this would happen, she wouldn't have saved this so-called once-in-a-millennium spirit bird!

Volume One: A Woman Among the People Knows Qingyun's Night Walk 2

She changed into a jade-emerald floral crepe dress, pinned on a delicate cyan hairpin with a silver bell hanging from it, and looked with satisfaction at the simple and unpretentious decorations in the bronze mirror. She put on a veil and strode out of the Pingyan Prince's Mansion with an open and honest demeanor.

The night was hazy, as if a thin veil of mist shrouded the night sky. On the main street, most of the stalls had already closed, their doors tightly shut, leaving only a few small street vendors selling late-night snacks.

The main street was quiet, with only the occasional hissing sound from the stoves of the small shops along the street.

Ding-ling—ding-ling—ding-ling—On the quiet street, the crisp sound of bells rang incessantly, attracting the frequent attention of the late-night snack vendors.

Suddenly, she sensed a faint breath not far behind her. Feng Xue lowered her eyes and continued walking forward, a strange smile playing on her lips beneath her veil.

Li Ge's martial arts were passed down from the ancestors of Juechen Valley. In this world, perhaps only the current martial arts master Jun Wuhen and the Immortal Elder on the border of Fengxi can compare to him. However, if we only talk about lightness skills, even Jun Wuhen may not be able to match him. And her martial arts were taught by Li Ge. Even if her martial arts are slightly inferior to his, her lightness skills are slightly superior.

As for Situ Xingyun, while he's skilled in battle, his martial arts might not be as good as hers. Besides, he didn't know she knew martial arts. Judging from the breathing frequency she heard just now, who else could that person be but Situ Xingyun?

With a slight smile, Feng Xue quickened her pace, the bells on her hairpins ringing even more clearly.

Situ Xingyun frowned, his eyes fixed on Feng Xue ahead, and quickened his pace. Watching her leave the palace, he had promised not to interfere with her freedom, yet an inner force compelled him to follow her. He admitted that he did have some doubts about her explanation for last night's walk. Perhaps, her going out at night was for…

That's how men are; even though the other woman is their nominal wife whom they dislike, they can't tolerate any suspicion of her having an affair.

Moreover, he—Situ Xingyun—is inherently suspicious.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Feng Xue's eyes.

She quickened her pace and walked to the city gate, holding up a token.

Upon seeing the token of King Pingyan, the guards at the city gate dared not say anything and immediately opened the city gate.