Chapter 37 How can I be honest with her so that she will accept my loneliness...?

Fu Huaiqing's face was ashen.

The guard hiding behind the thatched hut twitched at these words, pursing his lips to keep from laughing. Jiang Yue glanced at him with feigned solemnity, and the guard instantly straightened up.

Jiang Yue glanced at everyone, then turned around slowly. The moment he turned, the corners of his mouth that he had been trying to suppress couldn't be hidden at all.

Before meeting Biezhi, no one had ever dared to mention any rumors about him in front of their master. Even court officials who had served for ten years dared not speak much in front of him, fearing that the slightest mistake would lead to their utter ruin.

Only Biezhi, taking advantage of her silence and inability to speak, unleashed her pent-up resentment two months after their first meeting.

The words were so sharp and the tone so dissatisfying that they sent chills down one's spine.

Jiang Yue suspected that his master would immediately order Biezhi to be imprisoned or exiled to an extremely cold place. However, he waited for two years and never saw that scene.

Biezhi was so engrossed in her conversation that she didn't notice Jiran's strange behavior at all. "No wonder he's still single."

If she knew how to care for others, how could she have remained so sparsely treated until now!

As Fu Huaiqing listened to her incessant chatter, he took a deep breath, glanced at her puffed-up cheeks, and his gaze slowly calmed down.

Never mind, let her be.

It's just a few words of criticism, nothing serious. Two years have passed, one more day won't make a difference.

Fu Huaiqing told himself this.

"Tell me, what exactly is the master thinking?" Biezhi turned to face Jiran, stared at him for a long time, and seeing that he had no reaction at all, she pouted: "Anyone who doesn't know better would think that his senior brother stole his sweetheart, and that he doesn't want to see his senior brother anymore, which is why he keeps sending his senior brother away from the capital."

Fu Huaiqing: "..."

"So what if Senior Brother really stole his sweetheart?" Biezhi always sideped with her own people regardless of the truth, and said righteously, "He can just find someone else. Besides, if he really stole her, it just proves that the girl doesn't like him either. He should reflect on himself."

Biezhi: "Why blame it on my senior brother?"

Fu Huaiqing's lips parted slightly, speechless.

Biezhi, still angry, became increasingly upset and blurted out a rant about Jingqing: "Senior brother is the same, just a silent type. He's clearly not feeling well but doesn't know how to fight for himself. It's just a mission, how could it be more important than his life!"

"He knew how to teach me to cherish my life, but when it came to his own, he didn't understand."

Biezhi and Jingqing have known each other for thirteen years.

Besides her master, the first person she met at Xianyun Tower was Jing Qing. At that time, Biezhi was six years old, but Jing Qing was only seven. The two young children didn't understand anything. Their master would occasionally have to leave on missions, leaving the two of them to practice their moves.

Biezhi shared all her joys and sorrows from her youth with Jingqing.

Later, one of them stayed at Qingyin Pavilion and the other went to Youxu Pavilion. One mission after another came up. Jing Qing's missions were mostly carried out outside the capital, often lasting two or three months. The longest time was the last mission, which lasted a full seven months away from the capital.

Biezhi wasn't idle in Qingyin Pavilion either; she had many more tasks than she did.

Gradually, the two saw each other less and less. Ten days a year was considered a lot. As a result, they communicated less and less. Jing Qing, without knowing when it started, was no longer as spirited as before and became taciturn.

As Biezhi grew older, there were some things about girls that she didn't know whether she should tell Jing Qingyan. After choosing not to talk about something, she eventually got used to not talking about it anymore.

But from beginning to end, she always regarded Jing Qing as her family, as a part of herself.

Therefore, when Biezhi heard Jing Qingyan say that he liked her, her first reaction was not rejection or surprise, but a strange sadness, as if something was slowly flowing away from her and she couldn't hold on to it.

“Even though I’ve been wandering for longer, my senior brother is more like a little adult than me. He’s also younger, and Master never asked him to take care of me in the slightest. But when Master isn’t around, he’s the one who takes care of me.” From the very beginning, Biezhi has never been bullied by anyone.

Many of her peers had verbal disputes, and since they were also skilled in martial arts, it was common for them to fight over a minor disagreement. However, she had never experienced anything like that.

She only found out later that her senior brother had already made arrangements for her long ago.

"It is said by word of mouth in Xianyun Tower that if you want to make a move against other branches, you must first get past Jingqing."

As Fu Huaiqing watched her lips curl into a smile when she mentioned her youth, the moonlight softened the light and shadow in her almond-shaped eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed uncontrollably.

The person sitting in front of her was clearly herself, but her heart and eyes were filled with another man.

After a long pause, he slightly raised his hand.

Her hand, which had been hanging idly at her side, was suddenly grabbed. Biezhi, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to reality and watched as the man's long, slender fingers, with their distinct knuckles, traced the veins on her wrist and slowly moved down, eventually covering her palm and pulling her towards him.

Caught off guard, she was suddenly pulled over. Before the question that was about to escape her throat could even escape her lips, her palm landed squarely on the man's waist and abdomen.

Even through the cloth, she could clearly feel the man's well-defined muscles rising and falling in her palm with the rhythm of his breathing.

Biezhi's breath hitched for a moment. She looked up at the pristine white night, then lowered her gaze to the deep, dark eyes of the silent man.

There's no red rain falling from the sky...

Thinking it over, she pressed her palm inward.

Before I could even feel the tactile sensation of the muscle rebound, my attention was drawn to a faint, muffled groan that drifted past my ear.

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of inexplicable lust.

Biezhi blinked slowly.

He's seducing me, isn't he?

Bie Zhi harbored a vague suspicion. Her gaze, which had been fixed on the man's waist and abdomen, lifted, and just as their eyes met, she caught a glimpse of the man's bloodshot earlobe in the night.

After staring at her for a while, she smiled.

Then he stood up, took a few steps, and sat down next to Ji Ran. He raised his other hand, which was still mobile, and pointed to the distinct collarbone under his cloth clothes.

Fu Huaiqing raised an eyebrow slightly.

The girl suddenly tilted her head back and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Biezhi looked at him with a smile in her eyes and said what she had guessed: "If you want my attention to be on you, even if you don't know how to talk, you have to show it."

Fu Huaiqing's eyes darkened.

Before he could react, her soft lips covered his lips again.

Biezhi rested one hand on Jiran's shoulder, knelt on the bamboo platform, and looked down at him, her eyes sparkling as she gazed into his eyes and asked, "Don't you want to kiss me?"

The tension in Fu Huaiqing's heart snapped instantly. He pressed his palm down half an inch on her back, raised his chin slightly to meet her lips, and captured the girl's glistening lips in his mouth.

Torn and entangled.

The hot, steaming hands pressed down again, forcing the braces supporting the man's shoulders and neck to move closer, pressing tightly against his body.

His kiss was even fiercer than before.

It was as if it wanted to crush her and knead her into its body, stealing her breath in the blink of an eye.

The bright moon high in the sky slanted downwards, and thin clouds that arrived slowly and steadily obscured it. After an unknown amount of time, Fu Huaiqing finally released the girl who had been lying slightly down.

Biezhi was breathing heavily, her face flushed an unnatural red.

There are still two and a half months left.

Two and a half months later, after they got married, they could be together legitimately.

As Biezhi thought of this, much of the frustration that had been building up in her heart dissipated. Her eyes fixed on Ji Ran's face, she felt increasingly at ease.

She lowered her gaze, her eyes gazing into a serene, clear, and bright pupil, and said, "There are still two and a half months until the mission ends."

Fu Huaiqing's fingers, which were twirling the ends of her hair, paused slightly. He looked at her thoughtfully, pondering how to be honest with her so that she would accept that Ji Ran was herself.

Now, speak up...

It will definitely break the rare atmosphere.

Fu Huaiqing's face was somber.

Biezhi had only intended to visit Jiran, but she hadn't expected to gain anything extra. Satisfied, she stood up, brushed the dust off her back, and gestured for him to leave: "It's getting late, I have to go."

If we don't go back soon, the guards in the Prince's mansion will definitely realize something is wrong, and at that point, our whereabouts might be revealed to Prince Su.

She genuinely didn't want to get involved with Prince Su.

They are not the same kind of people.

Biezhi has read many romance novels, including stories about commoner girls marrying into wealthy and noble families, as well as stories about women from poor families marrying into royal families or becoming concubines in the palace. Some of these stories have happy endings, while others end in misery.

However, no matter what, there will be many twists and turns along the way.

They don't like any of the other branches.

She still prefers stories where feelings develop over time and where people are mutually attracted.

Biezhi's life was filled with fighting and killing, and she was already exhausted from guarding the same person day and night. She didn't want her hard-won leisure time to become so torturous.

Fu Huaiqing looked at Biezhi, who said she was going to leave but hadn't actually left for a long time.

She stood with her back to the bright moon shining in the courtyard, tilting her head to look at herself for a moment, then suddenly walked over.

Biezhi bent down slightly and kissed the man's tightly pursed lips.

She paced aimlessly for a while, then stood up straight with a smile, turned around and waved to him with her back to him. This time, she didn't look back and walked straight onto the stone path and left.

Fu Huaiqing gazed at her retreating figure with a complex expression, his eyes slightly closed, suppressing his surging desire.

He was still attached to appearances.

According to the original plan, after Biezhi learns that he is Ji, he should naturally express his feelings to her, and then it will be her choice whether she accepts him or not.

Now, everything has been disrupted.

The girl's figure disappeared at the end of the street, and Jiang Yue emerged from the depths.

Fu Huaiqing slowly withdrew his gaze from the bluestone road, saying, "Find someone else to go in Jing Qing's place."

Compared to several days ago, Jiang Yue accepted the order without any surprise at this moment.

To avoid the possibility that Biezhi might suddenly decide to go to Wuweipu and then hear from other customers that Jiran has been missing for a long time, it would be easy to overturn anything else, since even Jiran, who has already left the capital, could be recalled.

He had to go back and remind the guards accompanying their master that they should be prepared for their master to overturn past orders in matters related to other branches.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue recalled an incident from not long ago. After pondering for a moment, he asked again, "Master, besides the Shadow Guards who deliver messages, should we send some people to accompany Miss Biezhi, just in case?"

Fu Huaiqing glanced at him sideways.

Jiang Yue immediately understood what he meant.

This means that more people will be added to follow up.

Fu Huaiqing stood quietly outside the thatched hut for a moment, his gaze passing over Jiang Yue to Ji Ran himself, who stood with the group of guards. The two identical faces looked at each other across the empty and boundless courtyard of the thatched hut, and the slight curve of his thin lips slowly faded.

The thought of the girl's joyful voice made it seem as if the marriage was just around the corner, only two and a half months away...

In any case, it is absolutely unacceptable for Biezhi to marry Jiran.

He couldn't possibly pretend to be Ji Ran every day to stay by her side; if he had to choose between the two, it would usually be Ji Ran who stayed by her side.

As he recalled the girl's blinking almond-shaped eyes asking him if he wanted a kiss, and how she suddenly kissed him when he wasn't looking, Fu Huaiqing's gaze hardened.

She should not be seen by anyone other than him.

Jiang Yue hurriedly followed, but after walking only a hundred steps or so, he saw Cheng Jin approaching and frowned.

Cheng Jin cupped his hands in greeting: "Master, Ling Feng requests an audience."