Yi Junhao looked at Yi Shangyun's face thoughtfully, and after a moment he said slowly, "When you meet that person, you'll feel like she's the only person you see. You'll be afraid to see her frown, her every smile, her joy and sorrow—these are the things you care about most all the time. But the thing is, she'll never know everything you do for her, and you'll be filled with anxiety and insecurity..."
Just as Yi Junhao was about to continue talking, his face full of rapture, Yi Shangyun suddenly seemed to realize something and interrupted him, "Is the person Third Young Master is talking about someone you like?"
Upon hearing this, Yi Junhao smiled and nodded at him, his peach blossom eyes half-closed.
Yi Shangyun snapped out of her daze, her expression turning somewhat grave. She muttered to herself, "Could the person the old Taoist was referring to be the person I like? But the only person I like is Wei Mingxuan from the 21st century! How could there be a Wei Mingxuan in this time and space? No, the old Taoist must be referring to someone else entirely."
Perhaps it was because it was too cold in the mountains, or perhaps it was because a sudden feeling of loneliness arose in her heart, Yi Shangyun suddenly sneezed, "Achoo!"
At this moment, Yi Junhao hurriedly reached out to help her wrap the cloak more tightly, and said with concern, "It's windy in the mountains, and you've seen enough meteor showers. Let's go down the mountain. Your third brother will treat you to a drink."
Yi Shangyun smiled faintly at him, quite envious of his carefree life with wine.
As he spoke, Yi Junhao stood up, holding the plum blossom four-cornered lantern in one hand, and with the other hand, as if afraid of startling her, he cautiously reached out to try and grasp the hand on Yi Shangyun's head.
Perhaps it was because her delicate hands were too cold and she was eager to find something to warm them; or perhaps it was because the night was too deep and the sky too dark, and she was afraid of falling in the deep mountains, so she supported each other; or perhaps it was because by now, she had truly let down her guard and openly accepted this person who claimed to be her third brother.
Yi Shangyun gladly accepted Yi Junhao's offer of a firm grip on her hand and the warmth of his touch.
When he held her hand tightly in his palm for the first time, a look of blissful joy spread across Yi Junhao's face.
The two looked at each other, smiled, and turned around, but Yi Junhao suddenly stopped as if he had noticed something.
Yi Junhao had practiced martial arts since childhood and had long since noticed the two people, Xuan Yuanhan and his servant, who had been lurking in the shadows behind him.
To be precise, as soon as Manager Xue picked up Yi Shangyun and stepped out of the Yi residence, he had already realized that he was being followed.
So what? In fact, all of this was arranged in advance by Yi Junhao.
Tonight, Yi Junhao deliberately ignored Xuan Yuanhan, intending to infuriate him with jealousy. He intentionally provoked and belittled him. The angrier Xuan Yuanhan became, the more smug he felt.
"Your Highness, come out!" Yi Junhao said in a low voice, looking down at the figure ahead with disdain.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuanhan glared fiercely at Yi Junhao before slowly emerging from behind a row of withered crabapple branches, with Cheng Liang following closely behind.
Yi Shangyun was startled upon hearing this, and hurriedly looked up, asking in a low voice with suspicion, "Your Highness, what are you doing here?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than she met Xuan Yuanhan's cold gaze, a pair of deep eyes filled with a chilling light that seemed to want to devour her alive.
Their eyes met, and for some reason, Yi Shangyun suddenly acted like a child who had made a mistake, quickly and quietly pulling her hand away from Yi Junhao's tight grip. She then took two small steps back and timidly buried her head.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Xuan Yuanhan's feet appeared in front of her, where she was now hanging down.
For some reason, her heart began to pound with extreme unease, as if she sensed that something big was about to happen.
Her cold, tense hands gripped the hem of her dress tightly.
Xuan Yuanhan approached and glared at her, seeing her looking as pitiful as a frightened rabbit.
Looking at her tightly clenched fists due to nervousness, he felt both angry and amused, but he suppressed the expression that was more amused than amused, and coldly rebuked her, "I came here to take you home. If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that you had started daring to meet with people in secret. The Qin Prince's Mansion cannot be disgraced because of a physician with such character as you."
"Your Highness, Yun'er is not yet a physician in the Prince Qin's mansion; at most, she is merely a pharmacist in the Imperial Pharmacy. So, what makes Your Highness's statement?" After pondering for a moment, Yi Shangyun timidly defended herself.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuanhan, though outwardly calm, was inwardly seething with rage. He then assertively reminded her, "Whether it's the Imperial Pharmacy or the Qin Prince's Mansion, they both belong to the Xuan Yuan royal family."
Upon hearing this, Yi Shangyun fell silent, seemingly speechless and forced to swallow his anger. In this era, imperial power was something no one dared to challenge.
Then, Xuan Yuanhan said disdainfully to Yi Junhao, "The Valley Master went to great lengths to arrange such a wonderful show for me tonight, and I have enjoyed it all as promised. I wonder if the miraculous medicine that the Valley Master gave to the female physician in my manor is genuine or not?"
Without a second thought, Yi Junhao confidently retorted, "How could it be fake? When has this Valley Master ever made a mistake in buying and selling medicinal herbs?"
Xuanyuan Han had been waiting for this very sentence. As soon as he said it, he glared angrily, took a step forward, grabbed Yi Shangyun's hand, and turned to leave.
While Yi Shangyun was still pondering the meaning behind his words, she was instantly startled by the large, strong hand with calluses from years of sword practice that had restrained hers. A look of astonishment crossed her face as she exclaimed, "What is Your Highness doing?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Yuanhan swiftly released his grip, then smoothly wrapped his arms around her slender waist. He then leaped into the air, using his superb lightness skill to leave the open space. Yi Shangyun was instantly stunned, her eyes wide with shock, unable to utter a word.
Only Yi Junhao and Cheng Liang were left standing there, bewildered, staring blankly at their departing figures, frozen in place.
"Please forgive me, Valley Master. My Highness has always acted with such domineering and decisiveness. I'm sorry to have startled you."
Half a day later, Cheng Liang's words finally broke the rather awkward silence.
"Hmph," Yi Junhao snorted disdainfully at him.
Soon, Xuan Yuanhan led Yi Shangyun to a tall, straight, towering pine tree at the foot of the mountain. Only then did he release her and glare at her for a while before turning away fiercely, trying to calm himself down from his earlier restraint.
This was the first time in his life that Yi Shangyun had been carried through the mountains by someone using the legendary lightness skill, and he was naturally frightened. At this moment, his heart was pounding rapidly and frantically, and he dared not make a sound.
She feared that any words or actions she uttered at this moment would ignite this seemingly calm and collected man, who was now acting like a firecracker and had lost his temper, causing him to do something even more unexpected to her.
But the result was that they were caught in the crossfire even when they were lying down.
But in a short while, before she could catch her breath and recover, Xuan Yuanhan suddenly turned around, took a step towards her with his sword, and looked at her as if he wanted to devour her.
She lowered her eyes in fear, turning slightly to the side and shrinking into a ball, wary of the man before her as she cautiously backed away. Her frail body soon bumped into the towering cedar tree behind her. Startled, she clung tightly to the tree, curling into a ball.
At almost the same time, Xuan Yuanhan approached her, so close that their noses were almost touching, they couldn't get any closer.
"Your Highness, you..." Yi Shangyun was at a loss in the face of this sudden situation. But although she was afraid, she still wanted to say something to ease her tension.
But suddenly, Xuan Yuanhan forcefully and domineeringly placed his hands on the cedar tree behind her from both sides of her shoulders, trapping her firmly.
His deep, dark, handsome eyes glared fiercely at her as he warned breathlessly, "From now on, stay away from that Third Young Master Yi, do you hear me?"
As Xuan Yuanhan approached, Yi Shangyun's heart immediately raced, and she nervously clenched her hands.
Upon seeing his angry eyes, Yi Shangyun clenched her teeth even tighter, staring intently into Xuan Yuanhan's eyes, unsure of what he was up to and how she should defend herself.
As he pondered, an even harsher, angry voice rang out, "Did you hear that?"
This time, she was so startled that she trembled, and then, as if instinctively, immediately replied, "I know..."
But before she could finish speaking, Xuan Yuanhan ripped off her pure white veil, and at the same time, he gripped the back of her head tightly with his other hand. He then quickly leaned down and sealed her lips with a kiss.
Those domineering yet icy lips pressed down unexpectedly, and she was so shocked that her eyes widened instantly as she stared blankly at his features, her whole body tensing up immediately.
Seeing that she was just stunned and not struggling or resisting, and didn't seem angry, Xuan Yuanhan's gaze gradually softened, just like the gentle moonlight around them.
The kisses grew longer and longer, and he began to slowly change his movements, licking, sucking, or gently biting the delicate lips before him. His kisses gradually became soft, long, and tender.
She didn't resist at all, behaving as obediently as a docile little rabbit. Actually, she had just suddenly realized that the kiss in front of her seemed familiar, so familiar that she couldn't resist it, so familiar that it made her feel confused, and she had unconsciously closed her eyes without realizing it.
Could it be because she hadn't been kissed by Wei Mingxuan in so long? But she knew perfectly well that this wasn't his kiss, but rather the kiss from a stranger from another time and space—a man of noble status who already had a wife.
But why does this kiss feel exactly the same as Wei Mingxuan's kiss?
Gradually, she clearly recalled that this kiss was the same one she knew so well from Wei Mingxuan many years ago, but was it really Wei Mingxuan's kiss?
Clearly, she had lost the ability to make judgments at this moment, and until the very end, all that remained in her mind was Wei Mingxuan.
The cold night was still and quiet, with a gentle breeze blowing. Unbeknownst to them, snowflakes began to fall from the night sky. And as their lips touched softly, time itself seemed to stand still.
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