Chapter 54 Making Wedding Dresses and Getting Married Here

"Perhaps that's not what she meant."

As he spoke, Feng Huaihe drew his bow and aimed the arrow at Zhang Yin's vitals. His long, languid gaze fixed on Zhu Qing's neck.

A small knife mark had been made there, and traces of blood were seeping out.

Zhang Yin's grip on the dagger tightened, his knuckles turning white from the force, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I know better than you what she means."

He stared at Feng Huaihe's arrow and warned coldly, "Don't think you can do anything to me. Do you think your arrow is faster, or my knife?"

Feng Huaihe pursed his lips and remained silent.

Even the fastest arrow takes time to fly, while Zhang Yin's blade was already at Zhu Qing's neck; it goes without saying whose weapon was faster.

He frowned and looked at me: "What do you want?"

Zhang Yin's expression was sinister: "Give me travel expenses and a fast horse; I need to leave the city."

"The heir apparent deliberately cooperated with Zhu Qing by providing troops in order to capture you. Even if you leave the city now, you won't get far."

"You still love to preach. What happens after we leave the city is my business. Just tell me if you agree or not?" Zhang Yin threatened, pressing the dagger against Zhu Qing's neck.

As her skin broke open, a sharp pain shot through her. Zhu Qing frowned and quietly reached for her quiver.

She wanted to test how well the new arrows Feng Huaihe had forged for her worked.

A soldier on the other side advised, "If you go back and apologize to the heir apparent, he might be kind-hearted and spare your life for Zhang Chengye's sake. On the contrary, if you leave like this, you might implicate Zhang Chengye."

When Zhang Chengye was mentioned, Zhang Yin was momentarily dazed.

This was the only person he could rely on and who gave him a sense of belonging after his family was ruined by the war in Lingnan.

In both his lifetimes, he relied on Zhang Chengye to establish himself in Jinyang, and this man was a very meaningful figure to him.

The more Zhang Yin thought about it, the deeper his hatred for Feng Huaihe became.

In his previous life, Feng Huaihe hadn't come to Jinyang, and he had smoothly married and started a family. Even when he later used Zhu Qing to fight against him, it was never smooth sailing.

All of this is now the result of Feng Huaihe's actions.

Zhang Yin's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to say something, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his thigh. Caught off guard, he cried out in pain and looked down to see that Zhu Qing had grabbed a sharp arrow and had it deeply embedded in his thigh.

The fabric of the clothes tore open, and blood seeped out, staining the red wedding dress even deeper.

He looked at Zhu Qing in disbelief. When he realized what was happening and raised his dagger to stab her, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound from afar. He looked up and saw two arrows flying out of Feng Huaihe's hand, aimed at him. Each arrow struck his vital point.

Zhang Yin's heart suddenly started racing. The only thought in his mind was that he couldn't die like this, he couldn't die by Feng Huaihe's arrows in two lifetimes.

In a moment of desperation, he grabbed Zhu Qing, who was about to jump off her horse and run away, and pulled her in front of him to shield her.

"Zhang Yin!" Zhu Qing never expected him to be so vicious. As the two arrows drew closer and closer to her, she opened her eyes wide in terror, her hair stood on end, and she was covered in cold sweat.

The fear of facing death overwhelmed her once again.

It felt like she was back to the moment she was drowning. Something invisible blocked her throat, and the intense feeling of suffocation made it impossible for her to breathe. Her internal organs were being torn apart and were in pain.

She couldn't even move. Her limbs seemed to have lost all strength to struggle and resist at this moment, and she could only watch helplessly as the arrow came hurtling towards her brow.

In his ears, Zhang Yin's triumphant laughter echoed, as he boasted, "Twice, twice she died by your arrows, you..."

Before the words were finished, Feng Huaihe suddenly appeared in the air ahead, his bright red wedding robes drawing a beautiful arc in the sky. He was flying with the wind, arriving in front of the two faster than an arrow.

"you……"

Zhang Yin stared in disbelief at Feng Huaihe, who was now right in front of him. He opened his mouth in alarm, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what sound to make.

Feng Huaihe grabbed the arrow that was just a hair's breadth away from piercing Zhu Qing, and with his other hand he grabbed Zhu Qing's shoulder and pulled her forcefully off the horse.

Zhang Yin only saw Zhu Qing's wedding dress flash before his eyes, like the sunset, dazzlingly red, like clouds, dissipating in an instant. He reached out to grab it, but it slipped through his palm, leaving only the coolness of the jade brocade.

When he looked again, the sunset clouds fell into Feng Huaihe's arms, and he held her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

Zhang Yin's chest suddenly felt empty, devoid of the previous radical hatred, replaced only by a sense of melancholy and emptiness.

"Zhang Yin, you're asking for death."

Feng Huaihe's voice, filled with gritted teeth, rang out. Zhang Yin blinked, his thoughts just returning to normal, when Zhu Qing pierced his chest with two sharp arrows.

A sharp pain shot through Zhang Yin, his face paled, and he hurriedly covered his pierced chest. Seeing blood leaking from between his fingers, he felt as if he had returned to his past life.

He was hung on the city wall by Feng Huaihe and subjected to the punishment of slow slicing. Even so, Feng Huaihe would come every day and silently shoot an arrow at him each time.

Zhang Yin was afraid of arrows.

This thing looks small, light, and can be broken with a slight bend, seemingly harmless. It can't penetrate the heart or lungs, yet every time he's hit by it, the pain is most intense in his heart.

"I thought you were just stupid, but I never expected you to be both wicked and stupid." Zhu Qing's voice suddenly came from beside me.

Zhang Yin looked up and saw that Zhu Qing had already released the arrow and stepped back to the side, her beautiful eyes flashing with cold light.

Behind her stood the tall and burly Feng Huaihe. Feng Huaihe took two steps forward and kicked the horse. The horse cried out in pain and threw Zhang Yin off its back.

Zhang Yin's body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Tears welled up in his eyes from the pain, and through his blurred vision, he could only see Zhu Qing and Feng Huaihe standing together. Their bright red coats were eye-catching, and they seemed like a match made in heaven, as if they were truly a married couple.

Zhang Yin opened his mouth, wanting to say something to Zhu Qing, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood, choking him so much that he couldn't speak.

Zhu Qing walked up to him, looked down at him and said, "I know your purpose in doing this. First, you want to get rid of my family so that I can feel the same pain as before when my family was destroyed. Then, you want to take advantage of my vulnerability to give me warmth, just like before, so that I can fall in love with you and become attached to you, and then marry you."

"And while I'm at it, I'll belittle Feng Huaihe and pin all the blame on him. That way I'll despise him, hate him, and fight him relentlessly, repeating the tragedy of the past."

Zhang Yin was stunned.

He thought his plan was meticulous and his thoughts were deep, but he didn't expect that Zhu Qing would see through it all.

More importantly, judging from what she said, she's back too... No wonder. It wasn't that he was stupid and failed in his mission; it was that he didn't know Zhu Qing had also returned and had been secretly observing him.

It's not his problem.

Zhu Qing said coldly, "I'm not that stupid, nor am I that easily attracted to you."

Zhang Yin tried to buy himself a chance, explaining, "That's not how it is, let me explain, I was so sorry to you..."

"Take him away and bring him to see the heir apparent before he dies." Feng Huaihe suddenly interrupted him, ordering several soldiers to come forward, lift Zhang Yin up, and drag him away.

Zhang Yin, like a madman, kept calling out Zhu Qing's name loudly until his voice faded into the distance and disappeared completely.

The surrounding soldiers also dispersed, and the once chaotic alleyway instantly fell silent, with dust motes floating and dancing in the sunlight visible.

Zhu Qing's tense mind relaxed, and she felt a slight stinging pain in her neck. She reached out to touch it, but Feng Huaihe grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch it, it's an injury."

Zhu Qing looked up and saw Feng Huaihe's dark gaze fixed on her neck.

Feng Huaihe pursed his lips with heartache, his fingers reaching towards the tiny wound, wanting to smooth it out and make it disappear, but he rationally stopped at the last second. He couldn't be like the gods in the mythical novels of mountains and seas, able to accomplish everything with a flick of his finger.

Feng Huaihe made a mental note of Zhang Yin's debt, then took Zhu Qing's hand and walked towards a courtyard not far away. Zhu Qing resisted and struggled a few times, but Feng Huaihe said in a deep voice, "Aren't you looking for your eldest and second brothers? Just come with me."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qing let him lead her inside. The courtyard was quiet and elegant, with green bricks, bamboo groves, clear springs, and koi carp. It didn't seem like a place to imprison hostages, but rather a place to escape the world and enjoy a peaceful life.

Zhu Qing asked doubtfully, "Would Zhang Yin really set up such a small courtyard to intimidate people?"

"He's just putting on a show; he doesn't really intend to harm anyone. If he's treated like a prisoner and his actions are exposed, can you forgive him?"

Zhu Qing snorted: "Even now, I will not forgive."

"That would be great."

Feng Huaihe couldn't help but smile and pushed open the door.

The room was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and red double happiness symbols were pasted everywhere. In front of the dressing mirror were several exquisitely crafted dressing cases, and the jewelry and hairpins inside were shining brightly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

The bed curtains were auspiciously red, and the couch was covered with various dried fruits. Even the teacups on the table were decorated with small red double happiness symbols.

The eldest and second eldest brothers were nowhere to be seen, but the room was filled with joy, as if they were getting married.

Zhu Qing frowned: "Where are they?"

Feng Huaihe closed the door, walked to the cabinet, took out a small medicine box, placed it on the table, and asked Zhu Qing to sit down.

Zhu Qing sat at the table, and Feng Huaihe bent down to look closely at the wounds on her neck. He picked up the powder and was about to sprinkle it.

Zhu Qing dodged to the side: "It's such a small injury, it still hurts when you treat it. Let it heal on its own."

Feng Huaihe frowned and reached out to press down on her shoulder: "Don't move, listen to my instructions."

"It wasn't me..."

"I told you not to move."

Feng Huaihe's tone turned serious, and he increased the pressure on her shoulders, not giving her a chance to move. He gently sprinkled the powder on her neck, then cut off a small piece of gauze and gently wrapped it around her neck.

Do you like it here?

After finishing his business, Feng Huaihe put the medicine box back and stood by the cabinet, turning to look at Zhu Qing.

She was in a hurry to get married today, so her wedding dress was just something she bought casually from a street shop. The fabric was rough, the pattern was ordinary, and it wasn't exquisite enough to match her.

Her hair and makeup consisted of only two gold hairpins coiled on top of her head.

She hadn't even used lip rouge; her pink lips were pale from the shock she had just experienced.

Zhu Qing listened to him, glanced around casually, and honestly said she didn't like it. She then asked about the whereabouts of her eldest and second brothers. Seeing that Feng Huaihe didn't answer, she asked again:

"You've revealed your martial arts skills to save me today, haven't you? When did you learn martial arts? Even in my past life, when I died, I remembered you as just an ordinary scholar."

When did he secretly learn other skills behind her back?

Feng Huaihe walked to the dressing mirror, picked up a dressing case, and came to Zhu Qing's side. Without answering her words, he opened the dressing case and said to Zhu Qing, "This is what I prepared for you. There are other wedding dresses in the back room."

Zhu Qing looked into the dressing case and saw a set of gold headdresses, hairpins, hair ornaments, and a phoenix crown, which shimmered and shone under the indoor light, and were indescribably beautiful.

She asked honestly, "What do you mean?"

Feng Huaihe casually picked up a gold hairpin, gently lifted Zhu Qing's chin with it, and gazed down into her eyes, saying, "The meaning of getting married here is that I'm doing this. Otherwise, do you think I went to all this trouble just for Zhang Yin?"