This wasn't the first time their hair had gotten tangled together. Five years ago, this had happened frequently. Sometimes, when they were arguing a bit too much, their hair would get all tangled together and they wouldn't want to separate.
Chu Huaixu was a gentle and kind person, but he was, after all, a nobleman raised in luxury, and his temper was inevitably quick to flare.
Therefore, every time his hair was pulled, he would rush to grab scissors to cut it. The old rules and customs of his ancestors didn't apply to him.
In his memory, they had cut each other's hair twice. The first time, Chu Huaixu stuffed the cut hair into a brocade pouch and told Song Ting to keep it safe: "Take it, consider it as our hair being tied together."
He spoke casually, but Song Ting treasured the brocade pouch containing their hairs, carrying it with her at all times.
Even when in bed, I feel at ease only when it's placed next to my pillow and in a visible place.
Chu Huaixu once laughed at him: "You, if you didn't really have nowhere to hang it, would you have wanted to carry it with you?"
At that moment, the two were engaged in intimate acts. Song Ting's eyes were full of possessiveness towards him, but she feigned innocence, pursing her lips shyly and responding softly with a "Mmm."
Chu Huaixu laughed even harder, his slender fingers gently lifting the brocade pouch, a hint of teasing flashing in his affectionate eyes: "Actually, there's another place to hang it."
Song was completely out of it and couldn't figure out where he was referring to, so she asked in a low voice.
Chu Huaixu then bent down even lower, holding the brocade pouch in his palm, and glanced lightly between the two of them.
Embarrassed, Song Ting immediately... some of it fell onto the brocade pouch.
Chu Huaixu, however, seemed to have succeeded in playing a prank, lying on the bed laughing heartily until tears almost streamed down his face.
Song Ting wished there was a crack in the ground so she could crawl into it.
Because it was so embarrassing, Song Ting spent a long time washing the brocade pouch clean that time, and after that, she never dared to take it out again in such situations.
The second time hair was stuffed into the brocade pouch was before the incident at Prince Duan's mansion.
At that time, Song Ting already knew what the Prince's Mansion would encounter and that he was about to lose Huaixu.
After tonight, this person will hate him to death and will never look at him with that gentle, affectionate gaze again.
He was heartbroken, but he was powerless to change the situation and could only move towards the predetermined outcome. The only thing he could do was to protect Huaixu as much as possible.
Even if Huaixu hates him and resents him because of this.
That night, he and Chu Huaixu fooled around all night without stopping, and the result of their reckless behavior was that their hair got tangled together again.
Huaixu wanted to cut it again, but Song refused to allow it. The former found it strange, hugged him and laughed non-stop, saying that he was even more old-fashioned than those old scholars in the palace.
But the hair was so tightly tangled that the two of them patiently tried to untangle it for a long time, sweating profusely, but the hair was still tangled together.
Chu Huaixu was extremely annoyed, so he simply used his hand as a blade and chopped off that tuft of hair.
A long tuft of hair fell onto the brocade quilt. Song Ting stared blankly for a long time, his expression so sad that it seemed as if Huai Xu was going to kill him.
Chu Huaixu laughed and coaxed him, "It's just a tuft of hair. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Just put it in the pouch."
Song Ting covered the brocade pouch, preventing him from moving it: "No, it's not good to tie your hair up twice, it's unlucky."
Chu Huaixu couldn't stop laughing: "How about we leave it for now? Tomorrow I'll ask my mother for another brocade pouch, and that one will be mine. That way we'll each have one, is that alright?"
Song Ting hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. Her expression, however, remained sad.
Chu Huaixu had no choice but to kiss him: "Three thousand strands of black hair, three thousand strands of love, your hair and mine are intertwined and inseparable, isn't that a good thing? It's a good omen."
Song Ting forced a smile.
The next morning, Chu Huaixu indeed brought a new brocade pouch, put a lock of hair inside, and hid the pouch in his bosom.
On the same day, Song Ting fed him a bowl of bone-softening powder, imprisoned him in a room, and that very night led the guards to search the Duan Prince's mansion.
Of the sixty-five people in the mansion, some were killed and others were arrested, leaving only Chu Huaixu in the end.
The young man was unwilling to accept such a cruel truth, and with red eyes and a stubborn expression, he pressed Song Ting to ask why she did this.
The two of them still had the blood from last night's love on their necks, but in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The lovers became enemies stained with the blood of their own kin.
How could Chu Huaixu possibly believe this, how could he possibly accept it?
Song Ting didn't know how to respond, so he kept his mouth shut and remained silent. Chu Huaixu laughed a few times and said to him:
"Song Ting, since we've known each other for a while, could you come a few steps closer? I have a few words to say."
Song Ting was never on guard against this person. Even if Chu Huaixu were to stab him in the back, he would walk over without hesitation.
Just as the two approached, Chu Huaixu, with strength from who knows where, broke free from the guards' restraints and pounced on Song Ting, biting down on his throat.
He was poisoned with a muscle-softening agent, so he had no strength left. He also had no weapons hidden on him, and all he could do was bite Song Ting fiercely.
It was as if they wanted to bite Song Ting to death.
He's always been like this.
Blood gushed out, and the pain was excruciating. Song Ting felt pain in her wound, but the pain in her heart inside her chest was even worse.
They quickly surrounded him, but Song Ting waved them away.
He wanted to give Huai Xu a chance to vent his anger.
But Huai Xu quickly released his grip and even smiled at him. Song Ting was mesmerized by the smile, and by the time he came to his senses, Huai Xu had already grabbed the two brocade pouches and tossed them into the sea of fire behind him.
The person rushed over as well.
Song Ting was terrified. She only managed to stop the person in time, but the two brocade pouches instantly turned to ashes.
Chu Huaixu cried and laughed in his arms, while Song Ting held him tightly, her eyes bloodshot.
...
"...Is it done yet?" Chu Huaixu was getting impatient. He turned around and saw the commander staring blankly. He immediately got angry.
He kicked the man without hesitation, then spread his palms and said, "You'd better take out your sword. You're no match for a dog."
Song Ting quickly followed up with, "I am your dog."
The answer was so fluent, as if the matter was something that was taken for granted and did not require any thought.
Chu Huaixu raised the corner of his lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Song Ting, unusually, went against his wishes. After saying that sentence, she lowered her eyes again, staring intently at the hair in her hand, as if she hadn't heard Huaixu's words at all.
Chu Huaixu was almost laughing in anger, but he was too lazy to argue with him and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.
A moment later, the tangled hair was finally untangled. Song Ting reached out and stroked it gently, saying, "It's done."
Chu Huaixu lazily opened his eyes, grabbed a handful of hair and looked at it, somewhat satisfied: "It's barely useful."
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