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"But...but he...isn't he still not well? I know Master has worked hard...How about starting tomorrow, I'll help Master with some chores...okay?" Zi Jin instantly changed to a fawning expression.

"Hmph! You can't bear to part with him, but you can bear to part with your old master's bones!" Cheng Qingsong glanced at Zi Jin with a hint of resentment, his beard puffing up.

Xiao Bai silently walked to Zi Jin's side and took her hand: "Xiao Zi, don't be angry... I... I can..."

Zi Jin gently squeezed Xiao Bai's hand, and Xiao Bai immediately fell silent, obediently standing behind Zi Jin, holding her hand without letting go.

"Eat it or not, it's up to you." Cheng Qingsong rolled over on the recliner, muttered to himself, and went back to sleep.

Zi Jin lowered her head sullenly, took Xiao Bai's hand, and walked into the bamboo house. Looking at the two steamed buns on the table, Zi Jin's eyes dimmed, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips: Did she say she would take care of him, only to let him suffer in this valley? Three months had passed, and he hadn't even eaten a single vegetable. How could he endure such suffering... how could he endure it?

Zi Jin sullenly handed one of her steamed buns to Xiao Bai, then picked up her own bun and medical book and strode towards the door.

Xiao Bai held the steamed bun in her hand, watched Zi Jin walk out the door, a deep sense of loss flashed in her eyes, she slowly lowered her eyes, and silently took a bite of the steamed bun.

"Xiao Bai." Zi Jin walked outside the door and then came back, calling out softly.

Xiao Bai quickly glanced at Zi Jin, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes: "Hmm?"

"After you finish your meal, don't forget to take your medicine after burning an incense stick."

"Okay, Xiao Zi..." Before Xiao Bai could finish speaking, Zi Jin had already left again. He stared blankly at the door for a long time before putting down the steamed bun in his hand.

Holding her medical book, Zi Jin hurried deeper into the bamboo forest, stopping only when she could no longer see the bamboo house. She let out a soft sigh, tossed aside the book, and leaned against a bamboo grove, gazing absently at the setting sun as she absentmindedly ate her steamed bun. The events of the previous night had kept Zi Jin awake all night, and coupled with a day's toil and anxiety, she was utterly exhausted. Finally, succumbing to waves of sleepiness, she leaned against the bamboo and drifted off to sleep.

The air of the summer night was slightly cool. The emperor and empress smiled, their eyes filled with tenderness as they silently gazed at the person sleeping on the soft couch.

The person on the soft couch had dark circles under her eyes, and her brows were filled with exhaustion and anxiety. Gradually, her brows furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

A hint of heartache flashed in the Emperor and Empress's eyes as they gripped their sleeves and gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, sat up abruptly, and stared straight ahead, her phoenix eyes unfocused.

"Jin'er, Jin'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." The Emperor and Empress quickly embraced the person on the bed and gently patted her to comfort her.

After a long while, Zi Jin slowly turned her face, looked at the person in front of her, and suddenly hugged his waist, trembling: "Brother, they want to kill Jin'er... Jin'er is scared, Jin'er is scared... They've already sent the fourth group of people. If this time... if they don't come back this time, those people won't, they won't let Jin'er go. They say Jin'er is the star of destruction, they say Jin'er will destroy Yaochen... They will kill... They will kill..."

"Don't be afraid, Jin'er. Your brother is here, always with you." The Emperor and Empress's voices were deep and gentle, filled with a soothing magic.

Zi Jin clung tightly to the Emperor and Empress, her panicked heart calming down slightly. She looked up at them and asked, "They want my life, don't they? They want me dead, don't they?"

"No, brother is here, always here. Don't worry, Jin'er, they wouldn't dare," the Empress said softly, patting Zi Jin's back gently.

Zi Jin looked up, gazing blankly into the Emperor and Empress's gentle, watery eyes. Bewitched, she pressed her lips to his pink ones and kissed him fiercely. Zi Jin bit down hard, her tongue easily and mercilessly prying open his teeth, sucking and entwining with his. The sudden taste of blood made Zi Jin even more frenzied and violent; her nails dug deep into the Emperor and Empress's flesh.

The Emperor and Empress gazed at Zi Jin's eyes with increasing tenderness, their eyes as dark as ink. He slowly extended his tongue, gently and forgivingly soothing the aggressive kiss, gradually bearing Zi Jin's resentment and unwillingness.

This submission and appeasement only fueled Zi Jin's tyranny. She pressed the emperor and empress down onto the bed, clumsily and roughly tearing at his robes with one hand, biting his lips hard, her nails digging into his flesh with increasing force.

The Emperor and Empress's dark, jade-like eyes were filled with tears as they gazed at Zi Jin, as if the wounds themselves had not affected them. His hand gently stroked Zi Jin's back, bearing the weight of everything Zi Jin had given him.

After a long while, Zi Jin slowly released the Emperor and Empress, panting as she leaned against his chest. The Emperor and Empress discreetly licked away the blood from her lips, gently stroking Zi Jin's back to help her catch her breath: "Don't be afraid. As long as your brother is here, I will not let anyone hurt you."

Zi Jin looked at the Emperor and Empress with a complicated expression, and bit his shoulder tightly.

A bitter smile and a hint of sorrow appeared on the Emperor and Empress's lips. He lowered his gaze to the person who was mercilessly gnawing at his flesh: "Jin'er, don't be afraid. This time, whether it's life or death, your brother will go with you." Your life is my life, your death is my death... Is that alright? ...Is that alright?

Jin'er, have you truly come to hate the Sikou family to this extent? Have you really come to the point where you wish you could tear them apart? Jin'er... Jin'er... do you know... my heart... do you know... my heart for you?

A gust of cold wind blew past, and Zi Jin shivered, waking from her dream. She groggily looked up at the high-rising moon, a bitter smile playing on her lips: "Those chaotic dreams again. Each one fills me with more guilt, more reluctance, more longing for him. We already have this life, why must I recall the past? How could he… have tolerated me to this extent… how could he have tolerated me to this extent…?"

Zi Jin walked step by step towards the bamboo house. When she saw that the windows were completely dark, a deep sense of disappointment filled her heart. Her legs felt like lead as she entered the house, quietly walked to the bedside, and cautiously reached out to touch the person who should be sleeping. But what she touched was icy cold. Zi Jin was startled and quickly lit a lamp, but the bed was empty.

Instantly, Zi Jin panicked, looking around. The half-eaten steamed bun and the untouched medicine on the table sent a chill down her spine: Was he gone? Gone…

Love and hate leave no trace, deep feelings are hard to wait for; the descendants of the gods, three generations of marriage and grudges, the old dynasty's storms still tell of love (Part Two)

The old dynasty's storms still tell tales of love (Part 2) Zi Jin stumbled and ran towards the bamboo forest, absentmindedly murmuring the name she had called out a thousand times in her heart: "Xiao Bai... Xiao Bai..."

The pain in my chest felt like being stabbed with a knife, making even breathing difficult. That white figure kept lingering in my mind—his furrowed brows, his pursed lips, his smile, his aggrieved expression—imprinted on my mind, impossible to shake off.

Why did he leave? Didn't he not want to leave? So what if he's Sikou Xunxiang! So what if he's Sikou Xunxiang! Why did I ignore him! Why did I distance myself from him! Why did I disregard him! No matter who it is... it's Xiaobai! It's Xiaobai! Xiaobai and Yuluo have nothing to do with each other! Nothing to do with each other! He didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave me! Then who left? Who left? It was Sikou Xunxiang! It was Sikou Xunxiang who left! So, when he woke up, he was already Sikou Xunxiang, he woke up already was Sikou Xunxiang... Sikou Xunxiang is Xiaobai, isn't he? Isn't he? Isn't he? Sikou Xunxiang... please give Xiaobai back, okay? Please give him back! ...Since it's Sikou Xunxiang... why did you lie to me with Xiaobai when you woke up? Why did you pretend to be Xiaobai to lie to me? Since you were willing to lie... since you were willing to lie... why did you leave?! Why are you leaving again?! No matter who you are! No matter who you are! Please don't go! Please don't go!

She lost her footing and fell hard, tumbling into the grass. She sat there, looking around blankly, tears welling up in her eyes and silently streaming down her face: "Xiao Bai—!!!" Her heart-wrenching cry echoed throughout the bamboo forest.

Sitting there, staring into the darkness around her, Zi Jin's dark eyes were lifeless. She stood up like a puppet and staggered back. A chill wind seeped into her clothes, leaving her chest feeling empty and cold.

He's gone... just like that... why am I lying to myself not to leave? ... Am I afraid I haven't truly let him go? Sikou Huanxiang... if it's Sikou Huanxiang... am I truly letting you go? ... truly? ... truly? ... But whoever it is... whoever it is... why did he leave so suddenly? It's Sikou Huanxiang who left... not Xiaobai, not Xiaobai! Only Sikou Huanxiang would leave, only Sikou Huanxiang would suddenly depart! Sikou Huanxiang doesn't love me... but Xiaobai, Xiaobai loves me! Xiaobai has always loved me! Xiaobai can't bear to leave, can't bear to hurt me, can't bear to shed tears... Xiaobai wouldn't want to leave me, wouldn't want to leave me even a step away!

...What do you want from me...what do you want from me...I'll do anything...anything at all! ...Xiaobai, what do you want from me? I'll do anything...really, anything at all...how can I get you back...?

"Little White—!!!" A desperate, heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the valley, lingering for a long, long time...

"Little Purple..."

As if all her life had been drained in an instant, Zi Jin turned around blankly. Under the moonlight, sat a person, his face, adorned in white robes and silver hair, filled with worry.

The book says that the most beautiful women in the world are like celestial beings, with jade as their bones, the moon as their soul, flowers as their emotions, and jewels as their spirit. Little Bai… you are so beautiful, so beautiful, even more beautiful than the immortals of the heavens. I can never get enough of you… Will I only be able to see you in my dreams from now on?

Zi Jin glanced expressionlessly at the person in the moonlight, a tear sliding down her dry eye. She slowly closed her eyes, turned her face, and walked step by step towards the bamboo house like a puppet.

"Xiao Zi... is she angry?" Her voice was full of hesitation and confusion.

Zi Jin's body jolted violently. She slowly, very slowly, turned her face and stared blankly at the person sitting in the moonlight: "Xiao Bai..." Her searching voice shattered into fragments.

"Little Purple, don't be angry... Look." Little White pulled a pure white rabbit out of her arms.