The man wore a dark, cross-collared, wide-sleeved robe, with the cuffs adorned with colorful auspicious clouds embroidered in gold thread. He was draped in a fox fur cloak, wore a purple-gold crown, and had white jade pendants at his waist, giving him an understated yet noble air.
Looking further up, you can see his handsome face, fair as jade, with eyebrows like distant mountains, a high nose and thin lips, and a small black mole on the tip of his nose, which adds a touch of sexiness to his cool and aloof appearance.
He stood there tall and slender, like a graceful and elegant figure, seemingly straight out of a painting, unapproachable.
There are men like this in the world, like towering black rocks on steep cliffs.
Song Ruoan stared at the man in front of her without moving, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turning up. Although she didn't know who he was, seeing him made her forget everything in an instant.
Even Song Xizhi, who was standing at the door, was slightly surprised and delighted to see this scene.
Having been used to seeing He Jingyan in his nightgown, this was the first time I'd seen him in his everyday clothes. The dark robe made him seem less approachable, but also more calm and distant.
But when the man's cold eyes met Song Xizhi's gaze, they suddenly vanished, as if the ice in his eyes had melted away and transformed into tender affection.
"Zhizhi, why are you standing outside in this cold weather?"
As he spoke, he took a long stride and easily reached Song Xizhi's side. He then took off his fox fur cloak and covered Song Xizhi with it.
Soft, dark fox fur encircled her neck, barely revealing Song Xizhi's head.
The man's body heat still lingered on her clothes, as if she had been embraced in a warm hug.
Seeing the two's intimate actions, Song Ruoan suddenly came to her senses. She felt as if something had exploded in her ears.
Is the handsome man before her Song Xizhi's living dead husband?
Is this the disabled He Jingyan?
Song Ruoan's bright smile froze in an instant, and her face turned deathly pale.
Even if she had passed by He Jingyan once before by chance, that encounter was far less shocking than today.
He Jingyan is different now. He feels completely different from when he was in a coma. Even his appearance is much better than before.
His aristocratic air, tinged with nobility and mystery, and the slight pursing of his thin lips, seemed to reveal an inviolable majesty. His silent gaze alone was enough to inspire a sense of heartfelt admiration.
They were clearly brothers, but his battle-hardened aura was many times stronger than He Yunce's; they were worlds apart!
A strange emotion welled up in Song Ruoan's heart. There was resentment, anger, but more than anything, it was rage!
Why? Why does Song Xizhi deserve such a husband? She doesn't deserve a man like that at all!
This was originally her husband!
Thinking of this, Song Ruoan took a deep breath, smiled, and was about to speak to He Jingyan.
Before she could speak, the man suddenly made a move. He stretched out his long arm, forcefully wrapped it around Song Xizhi's waist, and pulled her close to his side.
Song Xizhi then leaned tightly against him.
The man slightly raised his brow, looking down at Song Ruoan, and simply said, "A jinx?"
"...Even if Yun Ce is having a bad day, sister-in-law, you don't need to be so self-deprecating."
The man's face was expressionless, but his words carried a hint of amusement and an air of quiet authority, leaving Song Ruoan speechless.
Then He Jingyan's voice rang out again: "However, Yun Ce is incompetent, which is a pity for my sister-in-law. He is clearly an official in the capital, but his official position is not high. Not only can he not take you to the Fengshan ceremony, but he also has to trouble my father-in-law."
Song Xizhi suppressed a smile and waved her hand, "Oh dear, although you, my husband, had already reached the fourth rank at your uncle's age, we can't use you as the standard for everything!"
A blatant display of wealth.
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan gritted her teeth, her face turning pale: "It's nothing, it's just a small favor from Father. He'd be happy to take me and Yun Ce with him."
"But I don't know why, Father doesn't want to take my sister. If my sister really wants to go, then let me go home and beg Father again..."
For some unknown reason, Song Xizhi's eyes lit up, and he looked up at He Jingyan beside him:
"There's no need for you to ask my father. My husband is a second-rank Grand Protector, and he's probably on the invitation list for the Fengshan Ceremony. Could you take me with you, husband?"
Upon hearing the words "second rank," Song Ruoan felt a surge of jealousy. She sneered, "That's only if they're willing to take you."
He Jingyan also looked down at her. The two were now very close, and Song Xizhi felt that his eye sockets were deep and unfathomable, as if they could suck her in at any moment.
A man's voice rang out softly, melting away the winter chill: "Zhizhi will go, but not as someone's daughter or wife, but as herself."
"After all, Zhizhi is so amazing..."
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi stared blankly into He Jingyan's eyes, lost in thought.
There is no more beautiful love confession in the world.
She is neither anyone's daughter nor anyone's wife; she is herself. She is skilled in medicine and incense making, and she deserves everything.
Looking at the two of them so inseparable, seemingly so sweet they could make honey, Song Ruoan felt a wave of nausea churning in her stomach.
She forced a smile, trying to maintain the last shred of gentleness in front of He Jingyan: "Then I am really looking forward to going to the Fengchan Ceremony with my sister."
He Jingyan simply said politely, "No need, Zhizhi will have her own carriage."
Song Ruoan's smile nearly crumbled; she practically gritted her teeth. She managed to mumble a couple of sentences before turning and hurriedly leaving.
Watching Song Ruoan's retreating figure, Song Xizhi felt a sweet warmth in his heart.
He Jingyan's strong, long arms were still wrapped around her waist. The warmth in his embrace now felt just like when he had saved her from drowning when she was a child.
In reality, true love isn't like it was in her past life, where she had to constantly tolerate or coax him, pouring her heart and soul into paving the way for He Yunce.
That's not a husband, that's a son.
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