Chapter 55 I don't have the time to be with you like this...
In the early morning light, a faint glow gradually appeared on the window paper, illuminating the entire room.
Shen Xingwan slowly opened his eyes and listened quietly for a while, and found that the inn was unusually quiet, without any noise like last night.
Feiyun beside her had already woken up and was quietly preparing toiletries for her. When she saw her open her eyes, she hurriedly asked, "Miss, are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"
Shen Xingwan sat up and shook his head slightly, "I slept well, but it just felt a little strange."
"strangeness?"
Feiyun frowned slightly, "What's so strange about that? But the mattress in the inn is too thin and very hard?"
Shen Xingwan was silent for a moment, then shook his head gently, "Forget it, don't think too much about it."
After washing up, Feiyun took out the two sets of men's clothes she bought last night, unfolded them carefully, shook them in her hands, and after confirming that they were clean and dust-free, she handed them to Shen Xingwan.
"Miss, although this dress is simple, it is still clean and tidy. Let me help you put it on."
Shen Xingwan nodded, took the moon-white gown, and let Feiyun slowly put it on for her.
Although the moon-white gown was made of ordinary material, it fit her well. There were a few green bamboos embroidered on the front of the collar with neat stitching, which was unexpectedly exquisite.
Feiyun hurriedly took out a comb and combed Shen Xingwan's hair. She skillfully gathered her long hair into a bun on top of her head and pinned a green jade crown on it.
Shen Xingwan was slim and tall to begin with, and after this dressing up, he turned into a fair, handsome and gentle young man with an outstanding temperament and a gentle face like jade.
Feiyun also changed into that light blue gown and simply combed her hair into a bun.
She was petite to begin with, and at first glance, she looked like a young scholar who had just entered school, with a delicate and elegant appearance and a hint of cleverness.
The two of them standing together looked like a pair of brothers, particularly charming and pleasing to the eye.
Feiyun looked at Shen Xingwan in the bronze mirror, his eyes full of amazement, and couldn't help clapping and laughing: "Miss, you look so outstanding even when you wear men's clothes, it's really... really..."
She racked her brains to find the right words to describe you, and finally smiled and said, "Young lady, if you look like this, when you go out today, I wonder how many young girls and sisters-in-law will be charmed by you and rush to show their affection to you!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Xingwan frowned slightly, rolled her eyes at her, and said angrily, "I think you are too stubborn and are talking nonsense again."
Although she was angry, there was no displeasure in her expression, instead, there was a hint of helplessness and doting.
Feiyun stuck out her tongue, her eyes full of cunning, but she tactfully said no more and turned to tidy up Shen Xingwan's clothes.
Shen Xingwan stood in front of the window, looking at the town outside gradually waking up and the crowds of people gradually becoming bustling, but she felt a little worried in her heart.
Although this kind of dress avoids many inconveniences for women in traveling, it is still too eye-catching.
After all, it would be too conspicuous for such a delicate and tender "man" to walk around in the world.
She sighed softly, thought for a moment, then turned to look at Feiyun, "Just stay in the carriage today and don't show up easily. We'll make plans when we get to Yangzhou."
Feiyun agreed and carefully checked Shen Xingwan's clothes. After confirming that everything was correct, she helped her walk out.
Feiyun gently pushed open the door, but was immediately frozen in place as if under a spell. He almost forgot to breathe and just stared outside the door in amazement.
Seeing her suddenly stop and look unusual, Shen Xingwan raised his eyes in surprise and looked outside in the direction she was looking.
In the dim corridor illuminated by the morning light, a tall figure stood against the light, his figure as straight as a towering pine tree, silent and awe-inspiring.
Yan Jinghuan was dressed in a black brocade robe, with dark patterns on his body glowing with the rise and fall of his shallow breathing, emitting an oppressive chill.
His face was cold and his sharp profile was half hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to tell his emotions. He was standing outside her door with his eyes lowered. His imposing manner was like a mountain and no one dared to look up at him.
Seeing her come out, he slowly raised his eyes.
The moment his eyes fell on her, they suddenly dimmed for a moment.
He pursed his lips and walked slowly towards her.
His strides were not big, but each step seemed to be stepping on her heart, making a dull sound.
Those eyes as deep as a dark pool stared straight at Shen Xingwan's, leaving her no chance to escape.
Feiyun subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop them, but under the invisible pressure, he couldn't make a sound. He could only look at his young lady in panic, his flustered eyes full of questions.
Shen Xingwan froze in place, his thoughts a tangled mess.
Wasn't he in the Grand Council planning and directing the war on the front lines? Why was he here?
She turned her face away, refusing to look at him, with a hint of determination in her eyes.
Yan Jinghuan stood in front of her.
It is so close, yet it seems as if there are thousands of mountains and rivers between us.
The air between the two of them seemed to freeze, and no one spoke first.
Feiyun's eyes moved back and forth between the two people's faces. She noticed that the young lady did not seem to have any intention of driving the son-in-law away. She sighed in her heart, quietly stepped back a few steps, and said softly: "I... will go and see how the carriage is prepared."
After saying that, he wisely retreated in a hurry, leaving the young couple in a stalemate and angry mood.
The corridor was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, but both of them stubbornly refused to speak, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.
Shen Xingwan was still angry about him letting Princess Guang'an go to marry, so she didn't want to pay attention to him. She turned around, went into the house, and closed the door.
At the moment when the door was about to close, Yan Jinghuan suddenly stretched out his arm, pushed the door open with force, pursed his lips, reached out and grabbed her slender wrist.
Shen Xingwan felt dizzy and her body suddenly lightened. She was hugged tightly by him and turned over, pressed between his solid chest and the cold door, unable to move forward or backward.
"You!" Shen Xingwan finally couldn't help but speak in shame and anger.
"Are you willing to pay attention to me?" He looked at her.
Her face flushed, and she struggled to push away his chest. Her fair, slender wrists twisted in his broad palms, but it was all in vain, like a bird trapped in a cage.
"Let me go!"
She shouted softly, with anger flashing in her eyes, "Yan Jinghuan, what are you doing?"
Yan Jinghuan's eyes were dark as he stared into hers.
His breathing gradually became heavy, and his chest rose and fell. Amid her continuous questioning, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her slightly parted lips in a strong and forceful gesture that brooked no rejection.
The kiss came too suddenly and too fiercely, as if the extremely suppressed emotions finally burst out, with a hint of punishment, and filled with indescribable longing and restraint.
Shen Xingwan's eyes widened, her mind went blank. Her fingers pressed against his chest and clenched his collar, but she didn't know whether to push him away or pull him closer.
The warm yellow morning light shines through the window lattice, onto the two people hugging each other, casting intertwined shadows on the ground, making them inseparable.
Yan Jinghuan's hand slid down her slender back more and more wantonly. His warm fingertips seemed to carry flames, igniting every inch of her skin through the thin clothes.
Shen Xingwan bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, and a feeling of shame and anger from the bottom of her heart rushed straight to her heart.
She suddenly put her hands on his chest and pushed him hard.
Yan Jinghuan was not prepared for her sudden resistance, and his body swayed slightly and he took a half step back.
Shen Xingwan took the opportunity to break free from his arms, took two steps back, and stretched out her hands to support the door frame, as if she would not be able to stand steadily if she didn't do so.
She raised her face, tears already welling up in her eyes, about to fall.
"Yeon Kyung-hwan!"
Her voice trembled slightly, suppressing her anger, "Who do you think I am? My brother's life or death is uncertain, and Princess Guang'an is about to marry. How can I have the leisure to be with you..."
She swallowed the second half of her sentence abruptly and just bit her lip. Her eyes were filled with sadness and anger, and she couldn't help but shed tears.
Yan Jinghuan looked at her, took a deep breath, and the heat in his eyes subsided a little, replaced by a little helplessness and pity.
He took a step forward and pulled her into his arms again, tightening his arms around her despite her struggles.
"Xingwan." His low voice sounded in her ears like a sigh, with a bit of restrained tenderness, "Listen to me."
Shen Xingwan didn't want to listen and continued to struggle to push him away, twisting her slender wrist in his grasp in vain like a trapped beast.
Yan Jinghuan clenched her hand violently, with such force that he almost crushed her bones. However, when he felt her slight trembling, he secretly relaxed a little.
"Stop it."
He hugged her tightly, easily holding her hands so that she couldn't move, and commanded, "Listen to me."
The solemnity in his tone made Shen Xingwan stop what she was doing involuntarily. She looked up at him, her eyes full of questioning.
Yan Jing's eyes were as bright as a cold pond. He looked into her eyes very seriously and said word by word, "Shen Yunchao did not fall off the cliff at all."
Shen Xingwan's face suddenly changed, and she couldn't believe her ears. "What did you say?"
"Your brother is safe and sound." Yan Jinghuan's voice became increasingly low, "Falling off the cliff was just a trick. Shen Yunchao and Xing Zhou are heading to the northern border right now."
Shen Xingwan widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Seeing her surprised look, Yan Jinghuan softened his gaze and added, "As for Princess Guang'an...she won't really go to marry."
"This..." Shen Xingwan finally found her voice and asked in a low voice, "You clearly said it yourself that you wanted to send Princess Guang'an to marry."
Yan Jinghuan laughed at himself helplessly, feeling a little lonely, "It's just that deep down in your heart, you don't trust me enough."
He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Xingwan calmly, his eyes full of sincerity, "I said, since you don't want to, I will never ruin any woman's life so easily again."
"I promised you, and I will never break my promise."
"Then...why did you say that in the palace that day..." Shen Xingwan was still hesitant and looked at him with a frown, but her body softened first and she no longer resisted stiffly.
Sensing her change, Yan Jinghuan's expression softened a lot and he spoke in a softer tone, "The palace servants serving there are all spies planted by the emperor and the empress dowager."
"......"
Shen Xingwan understood immediately, her cheeks flushed with shame and anger, and she lowered her head like a quail, not daring to look at him again.
Yan Jinghuan saw it, a smile appeared on his thin lips, he leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Now, are you in the mood..."
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