When Qingyin woke up again, the candlelight was already lit. As usual, Qin Yi carried a storybook and sat by her bedside, telling her stories. In his opinion, this was a good opportunity to cultivate their relationship.
Qingyin was confined for a few days and was somewhat listless. She ignored Qin Yi, which made Qin Yi inexplicably unhappy. However, he still finished reading his book as usual, covered the person in bed with the blanket, and went out.
Only the single candle was left for the boy to use for lighting.
The candles crackled and dripped into the corner, making the solitary dungeon seem even quieter.
Qingyin turned to the side but heard an extra, slight breathing sound. Thinking Qin Yi had come again, she said coldly, "Why are you here again?"
"Ah Miao, it's me!"
The familiar voice brought Qingyin back to her senses. She turned around in surprise and said, "Jinghe."
Seeing that Qingyin recognized him, An Jinghe, dressed in black with bright eyes, didn't dare to delay and immediately went to bed to pick up the handsome young man.
"Ah Miao, let me take you out first, we'll talk about the rest later."
"Mmm." Qingyin nodded and leaned obediently against Jinghe. Although he was a head taller than Jinghe, he didn't look out of place because of his face.
Qingyin didn't have the old problem of men not being able to be hugged by women. He leaned against Jinghe's chest, enjoying himself, and wiped her sweat from time to time.
No one knew how An Jinghe had broken into the dungeon. It was full of twists and turns, but An Jinghe relied on his memory to find his way back and broke out of the dungeon step by step.
It took An Jinghe a full half-incense stick's time to get from the dungeon to the courtyard, with one more person in the process. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, which Qingyin tenderly wiped clean for her.
An Jinghe teased the boy in his arms, "A Miao, let's get married after we get out."
"You'll help me every day from now on."
"OK."
An Jinghe regretted her words and said, "Forget it, my handsome husband is only suitable for me to look at. I'll do these chores."
Qingyin looked at the girl who was teasing her, her eyes filled with helplessness, but she also indulged her: "Alright, it's fine as long as we go out."
In the courtyard, An Jinghe carried Qingyin up to the roof. Although the Qin residence was not large, the entire mansion was still quite a distance away, and it took An Jinghe quite a while to walk there.
As for leaving the person directly with Madam Dong, An Jinghe had no such idea at all. What difference would that make from putting a lamb in front of a pack of wolves?
An Jinghe's idea was to quickly take this plump little lamb back to his own kennel, and as for Madam Dong, he could discuss it at An's residence later.
It's impossible to keep A-Miao in the Qin residence.
In the thick darkness of the night, the surroundings were eerily quiet, but Qingyin keenly sensed the danger lurking within, and could also see the caution and unease in An Jinghe's eyes.
Sure enough, a magnetic voice came from in front of the mansion gate, "Miss An, where are you taking my son?"
The moonlight was obscured by clouds, but a gust of wind blew, and the clouds drifted away, revealing the moon.
The light also illuminated Qin Yi, who was dressed in a black brocade robe below. His appearance remained unchanged, tall and handsome, with a warm smile on his lips.
Qin Yi rarely gets angry, and even when he is furious, he is still smiling, but his eyes are as dark as ink, harboring dark clouds that make people wary at first glance.
An Jinghe stopped. Although she was holding the boy and standing on a high place in the courtyard, while the man was standing below her on a low place, she did not appear inferior at all. On the contrary, she felt weak because of his imposing presence.
However, the daughter of a military family, who had been raised by An Kui since childhood, was clearly not one of those who were weak. She looked at the man below with great apprehension.
She tried to distract the man verbally: "Qin Yi, A Miao is the son you raised. How can your filthy thoughts be worthy of the Confucian classics you have studied!"
"So what?" Qin Yi smiled dismissively, looking at Qing Yin as if she were something he held in the palm of his hand with ease.
When Qingyin met his gaze, she felt disgusted and turned her head away.
An Jinghe guessed what he was feeling, patted him on the back comfortingly, and then turned his eyes fiercely to Qin Yi downstairs.
Since it doesn't make sense to explain the abnormal line of thinking.
An Jinghe didn't intend to waste any more words with Qin Yi.
He whispered closer to Qingyin, "A'miao, I'll put you down first. You find a chance to get close to that gate, and then I'll take the opportunity to slip away with you."
Qingyin's eyes showed worry. Although she knew that An Jinghe was a natural-born general with excellent skills, and that she was able to create a situation in her previous life where she could rival the veteran general Qin Yi, people's hearts are biased, and Qingyin was still a little worried about her.
But An Jinghe, who had placed the person on the ground, had already engaged in combat with Qin Yi. The two were extremely fast, and every move they made was aimed at the vital points.
For a while, they were evenly matched.
This martial arts skill also forced Qin Yi to put aside his prejudice against women, and he increasingly wanted to kill the woman in front of him, regardless of whether it was because of Qingyin or something else.
While the two weren't looking, Qingyin decided to give his future wife a hand. After all, it would be stupid not to use a cheat code. Besides, he had put up with Qin Yi, that big idiot, for a long time, so it was a good opportunity to get revenge for himself and his mother.
Thinking this, Qingyin flicked her finger, casting a bad luck halo onto Qin Yi. Just as Qin Yi was about to strike the woman, his foot slipped, giving An Jinghe an opportunity to slap the man hard.
Having gained the benefit, An Jinghe was not greedy. He quickly turned around, created distance, and jumped out of the Qin residence with Qingyin in his arms.
An Jinghe visibly relaxed after leaving the Qin residence, especially when she saw the carriage arranged by her family. She jumped into the carriage with practiced ease. The burly guards pulling the horses in the carriage couldn't help but widen their copper bell-like eyes when they saw the obvious marks on the young lady's body.
But An Jinghe was too lazy to explain to him, "Go back to the An residence quickly."
"Yes, Miss."
Inside the carriage, Qingyin pulled the girl's arms apart; three inches of her wrist were stained with blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
Do you have any medicine?
"Yes, young master, it's under a mezzanine beneath the bed."
The guard riding the horse shouted a reminder.
An Jinghe carefully raised her head and looked into the earnest yet tender eyes of the boy, feeling both sweet and happy.
"Ah Miao, it's nothing, just a minor injury."
"What minor injury? You were injured because of me." Qingyin lowered her raven-feather-like eyelashes, her eyes dimming slightly.
Even her jade-like face seemed to have dimmed a bit, which made An Jinghe feel a pang of heartache.
"Alright, A-Miao, bandage me up. It'll be fine soon."
An Jinghe comforted Qingyin, and the bandaging process seemed to cause her no pain at all.
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