Chapter 94 The Beginning of a Heartbeat



"Have you been able to apprehend anyone?"

"The enemy's crossbow was quite powerful, and their archery skills were superb. They killed all the captured soldiers and escaped."

A crossbow? Could it be the same person who shot through Mo Ye's "Zouma Qianjun Duo" on the riverbank last time?

Yuwen Sheng certainly remembered this assassin skilled with crossbows, and even had a deep impression of him, but could it be him?

“But Wei Jinwei has already scattered tracking powder around the cell. It won’t be long before we can find out where this person is.”

"Once we find the person, we don't need to alert him. We just need to secretly observe him and see if he has any accomplices in secret contact."

"yes."

A soft, pale light gently fell upon Yuwen Sheng's gilded mask. His lowered eyelashes resembled a pair of beautiful black phoenix feathers swaying slowly, and his crimson lips parted slightly, exuding a devilish and unrestrained charm.

Sang Xuanqing, this is your last and final chance. If you betray us...

They must be killed!

——

The two returned to the Sang residence by carriage late at night, where they were caught by Sang's elder brother, who was staying up all night to welcome the New Year and was scolded.

She accused the two of fooling around, and mentioned that the night was cold and windy. If she drank alcohol and then got out of the wind, wouldn't she easily catch a cold? Also, Liu Fengmian's foot injury hadn't healed... In short, she listed a whole bunch of things, all in the style of an old-fashioned parent.

Zheng Quchi quickly tried to appease Brother Sang and calm his anger, finally getting some peace and quiet.

She said she would also stay up all night to welcome the New Year.

Complete this traditional custom.

But Brother Sang tapped his forehead and said, "Go and rest. You're so drunk, you probably won't be able to hold on. Little Sister is already asleep, so you don't need to stay up. I have nothing to do tomorrow, so I'll stay up all night to keep watch for our family."

Zheng Quchi knew that her brother felt sorry for her.

As her older brother, he was strict and often taught and reprimanded her, but more often than not, he was silent and accompanied her, using a silent companionship and support to let her do whatever she wanted.

As soon as she returned home, he wouldn't let her do anything, just wanted her to rest peacefully, and took care of all the housework himself.

"Thank you, brother." She reached out and hugged him, her eyes squinting like a little animal returning home, a smile playing on her lips.

Brother Sang also smiled, a rare occurrence for him. His deep nasolabial folds relaxed as he patted her fluffy little head.

He didn't ask how she and Liu Fengmian went out tonight, or how she changed into an expensive outfit to come back. As long as she returned home safely, he could ignore everything else.

"How old are you? Still acting like a child with your older brother. Go to sleep."

——

While Zheng Quchi was fast asleep, he heard voices beside him.

She groggily opened her eyes, turned her head, and saw that Liu Fengmian's eyes were tightly closed, as if he were trapped in a nightmare. Sweat soaked his hairline, and he kept muttering some nonsense.

She was startled, all sleepiness vanished, and she immediately sat up.

"Wake up, Fengmian, wake up! You're dreaming."

She patted his shoulders, trying to wake him up.

Yuwen Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, his white pupils bloodshot and his dark eyes dull like withered flowers. They were eyes that had been dragged into a dream, filled with sinister resentment.

If it weren't for the darkness of the night and the moonlight outside the window being obscured by dark clouds, making it difficult for Zheng Quchi to see his appearance clearly, he would definitely have been startled.

But at this moment, she still sensed something was wrong. She squinted, trying to see him clearly.

"Fengmian, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Yuwen Sheng gradually came to his senses. His pale hands, with bluish-purple veins showing through his thin skin like gnarled vines, he stroked her arms, slowly moving them upwards, as if trying to confirm her features: "Quchi?"

She pretended he couldn't see her, grabbed his hand and pressed it against her face: "Yes, it's me. What's wrong? Your hands are so cold."

“Tell me…” he breathed heavily, leaning closer to her, his rosy lips now faded, “Tell me, you won’t be afraid, and you won’t think of me as a bad omen…”

Zheng Quchi was stunned.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Yuwen Sheng tightened his grip, his dark, savage eyes fixed on her: "Tell me again, what do you think of these phoenix tears in the corners of my eyes?"

Zheng Quchi frowned; his grip was firm, and she felt pain. "Were you having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, things in dreams are just..."

Yuwen Sheng, however, had no interest in hearing these perfunctory words of concern. He interrupted her, saying, "Say what you said before again!"

Seeing that he was affected by the nightmare and was emotionally unstable, Zheng Quchi tried to calm him down by pulling her cotton robe over them and then embracing his cold, stone-like body.

Yuwen Sheng slightly opened his eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from her.

She shivered from his cold temperature, but still didn't let go. Instead, she let him cling to her and draw warmth from her body.

"I don't know what Phoenix Tears are, but those things growing at the corners of your eyes are definitely not sins or evils. They are just a very common disease. There is no need to cure them or worry about them. They are beautiful, just as beautiful as you."

"So, do you like it?"

"Of course, I like it very much."

Yuwen Sheng reached out his finger and stroked the phoenix tear mole that she had once loved and kissed with her burning lips, his heart still trembling.

Yes, she wasn't lying; she really liked it.

He recalled the scene from his dream that had actually happened. He suddenly covered his eyes, chuckled softly, and it seemed as if something stinging and resentful was about to flow from his eyes.

"Yes, as long as that's what you think, it doesn't matter what others think..."

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