He chuckled and asked, "What price do you want me to pay?"
"Considering you are the young master's daughter, I can make a simpler request. If you can touch me even a little bit, I will agree to give you the mask." Qi Yuan made this request for no other reason than that he knew that although Xiao Xiao was good at martial arts, she was not good at thinking outside the box. How easy would it be for her to touch him, a veteran of the martial arts world?
But Qi Yuan miscalculated; he didn't expect her sneak attack to be so illogical.
Xiaoxiao just smiled and jumped up to kiss his lips. Qi Yuan stopped abruptly. He had prepared for everything, from his lower body to his upper body, and he had mentally rehearsed all the moves she would make. But he never expected that she would choose to sneak up on his... lips.
That year, Xiaoxiao was thirteen years old.
The twilight light fell on Xiaoxiao's face, making her sleeping face look clean and beautiful.
Qi Yuan suddenly thought of a question he wouldn't have considered before: if she woke up and found out that he was the one who had caused her mother to go to her father, she would probably hate him for the rest of her life.
On the outskirts of the city, the carriage stopped in front of a bamboo house.
“The young master is inside,” Uncle Fu said. “He once instructed me to use a corpse-dissolving powder to destroy his body after his death, so that…”
She could have given up hope, but Uncle Fu disobeyed orders.
Looking at Uncle Fu's deeply lined face, Feng Guang remembered that decades ago, he was a guard who followed Zhou Xing. She said softly, "Thank you for bringing me here, Yi Fu."
Fu Bo's cloudy eyes trembled. He hadn't heard this name in a long time. In a flash, it was as if he had returned to the past, to the magnificent East Palace, where he was the head of the East Palace guards.
Uncle Fu bowed, "The road ahead is not easy, please think carefully before you proceed... Crown Princess."
Feng Guang smiled and, without hesitation, walked briskly into the bamboo house. On the bed, she saw a person lying there. His eyes were closed, and his face was pale. He looked as if he were asleep, but he was not breathing.
Feng Guang sat down on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his cold cheek with her hand, and sighed, "How many times has this happened? Facing your coldness."
He won't answer her.
“On the way back, I thought of so many things.” She said slowly, “The happy year we lived in Tong County, the feigned calm when I first received the news of your death, the feeling of being both happy and scared when I was with Xiaoxiao… and the vicious cycle we were forever caught between death and resurrection.”
“A-Xing, do you know? The day I left Tong County, Lord Shu gave me a hint, asking me to think about the meaning of the two characters ‘Shu Feng’. At that time, I couldn’t understand it. Shu is your surname and Feng is your given name. What could it mean? But on the way back… I suddenly realized that when Shu is read as a surname, it should be read as ‘Zhu’, not Shu Feng… but Zhu Feng.”
She lay beside him, gently holding his cold hand. "Ah Xing, am I stupid? It's only now that I understand..."
He created a happy and fulfilling Xia family and a peaceful and prosperous Tong County for her, but she only understood all of this when he died.
“You want to end this cycle… I will grant your wish,” she murmured. “This curse will end with me.”
The sound of wind rustling through the bamboo grove drifted in from outside the window, soft and gentle, like a melodious, low-pitched song.
She kissed the corner of his lips, "Ah Xing, sweet dreams."
When you wake up from the dream, everything will be alright.
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