“Of course,” He An said firmly, stroking his beard.
Huaiyue's sudden tilt had indeed startled him, but he still believed that the person wouldn't actually jump.
It's just a bluff.
Perhaps all that previous unwillingness and reluctance was just an act.
What you can't have is always the best; those people in the world of romance are masters at manipulating people's hearts.
This person is probably deliberately keeping that person in suspense.
“Young Master Huaiyue, playing these little tricks is a bit of fun and can please noble people.”
"But playing too much of it can backfire and make people hate it."
"Surely a man of your intelligence, young master, wouldn't be so ignorant of such a principle?"
Huaiyue lowered his eyes and smiled even more broadly. Suddenly, he turned his head and said to Xiao An, whose face was full of tension:
"Close your eyes. You're such a coward. If blood splatters later, you'll have nightmares in the middle of the night."
Xiao An's face turned pale: "Young Master, what are you saying! Don't do anything foolish! Don't scare me!"
He wasn't sure if Huaiyue was joking: "That benefactor treated you so well, if you don't want to leave, he certainly won't force you!"
"Young master, come here quickly!" He hurriedly reached out to grab Huaiyue's hand, but He An grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
"What are you doing?!" Xiao An shouted in a fit of anger, punching and kicking the man. "Put me down! If you dare to harm the young master, that lord will definitely not let you off!"
He An slapped him hard across the face in return: "Shut up!"
Xiao An was stunned by the beating, her head throbbing. He An casually tossed the person aside, his cruel gaze fixed on Huai Yue.
The latter continued to laugh, leaning forward again, and He An calmly laughed along.
But the smile quickly froze at the corners of his mouth, and his entire face contorted with fear—
The next instant, Huaiyue actually jumped silently off the windowsill! He didn't even have time to react!
"Young Master!" Xiao An was equally startled. The child couldn't even stand up, but he lunged forward with all his might, crying, "Young Master!"
The black steed had arrived at Zuichunlou, and the person on horseback naturally saw the graceful figure descending, his heart almost stopping at that moment.
He unconsciously recalled the scene of searching desperately in the heavy snow that winter.
At that moment, he thought, if only he were still by my side, he would never have let that person do such a dangerous thing.
This time, though he was right beside him, he still watched helplessly as the man leaped into the air.
Overwhelmed by endless regret and remorse, Song could neither see nor hear anything around him; his eyes were fixed on that one person.
His heart felt as if it had been cut into countless pieces, and could not be pieced back together.
"Young Master!" By the time he realized what was happening, he had already flown over and pulled the person into his arms just as they were about to land.
This action was too mentally taxing, and he could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled to the ground while holding Huaiyue.
He shielded the person with his own body, protecting them in his arms, but he himself vomited several mouthfuls of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
"Someone fell down!"
"Is he dead?!"
"Someone's dead! Someone's dead! Someone fell from the Drunken Spring Pavilion!"
"Quickly go to the government office and find someone! Someone's dead!"
Song Ting was in excruciating pain all over her body, feeling as if several of her ribs were broken. Her vision blurred and turned black and white, and she could barely make out the face of the person in her arms.
He tried to sit up by bracing himself on his arms, but failed and fell heavily back down.
Huaiyue also crashed onto him.
Song Ting let out a muffled groan of pain, but before she could recover, she used her blood-stained hands to cup Huaiyue's face:
"Mingyu?"
"Chu Mingyu..."
His voice revealed obvious urgency and panic.
The man's face was as white as paper, except for the places where Song Ting had touched him, which were stained with blood.
Such a scene had appeared countless times in Song Tingmeng's mind over the past five years, each time waking him up in fright.
Now, this fear seemed to have materialized, like a pair of hands tightly gripping Song Ting's throat.
He was so terrified that he could barely breathe, and he didn't even have the courage to reach out and check the other person's breath.
At that moment, all the internal organs were smashed into a pulp.
He has already lost once; he cannot afford to lose it a second time.
Those dreams must never come true.
He'll go crazy.
"Young master! Young master!"
"My lord! Is our young master alright?!"
Xiao An rushed out of the building at this moment, anxiously trying to run to Huai Yue's side.
But Song Ting was holding him, his whole body radiating a sinister aura, which even Xiao An, with his slow-witted nature, sensed, and he was so frightened that he stopped in his tracks.
"My lord, my young master..."
Song Ting lowered his head and saw Huaiyue's eyelashes tremble slightly. His throat tightened, and he placed a kiss on the other's brow.
"Chu Huaixu, you can't do this...you can't scare me like this..."
Warm tears streamed down her face, instantly wetting Huaiyue's entire face.
The ruthless commander trembled, his eyes filled with fear and panic, like a puppy abandoned by its master on the roadside.
"Sigh." A soft sigh fell on Song Ting's ear. "I was going to keep up the act, but I didn't expect the adults to be so easily frightened."
Huaiyue slowly opened her eyes and was met with the Commander's red, tear-stained eyes.
The man's tears paused for only a moment, then erupted like a torrent, unstoppable.
He held Huaiyue tightly in his arms, wishing he could hide her in his heart and ingrain her into his very being.
"Mingyu".
"Huaixu".
"You scared me to death."
"I never knew that you liked me so much, my lord." Huaiyue sighed softly, a sly smile in her eyes.
Song Ting raised her head and kissed him fiercely, tears mixed with blood flowing into her mouth.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "You really don't know?"
Huaiyue smiled, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood:
"Should I...should I know?"
Before he was plunged into darkness, he saw Song Ting's face, which had suddenly changed color: "Master!"
Just like the person who rushed into the sea of fire on the night of the incident at Prince Duan's mansion—
It rained heavily that morning, and it gradually stopped after noon. The sun was very strong.
Song Ting was listless and often lost in thought. Chu Huaixu thought she was ill and was so worried that he almost sent someone to the palace to fetch the imperial physician.
Song Ting refused to allow it.
"His Majesty is unwell, and this is the busiest time for the Imperial Hospital. Young Master, please don't cause any trouble."
Enraged, Chu Huaixu chased after him, hitting him: "You heartless little brat! Your young master was worried about you, which is why I thought of calling the imperial physician, and you, on top of that, are complaining about me?"
Song Ting dodged a few times before standing still.
Chu Huaixu, hands on his hips, glared at him: "Why aren't you dodging anymore? Are you planning to let me hit you?"
Song Ting intercepted Ting's outstretched arm, cupped it to her face, and nuzzled it affectionately and ingratiatingly:
"The puppy has stopped hiding and knows it was wrong."
"Young master, please don't be angry."
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