My heart aches. "Xuanzhi, be good..."
In the courtyard of the guesthouse where Yu Zhao was staying, wisteria blossoms were blooming sporadically, emitting a slightly strong, delicate fragrance.
The tender green branches, bathed in the spring sunshine, swayed gently under the eaves, making everything seem exceptionally serene.
However, the atmosphere inside and outside the room was completely different.
In the main room shrouded in gloomy clouds, Yu's mother sat lost in thought on a chair, tears welling up in her eyes every now and then.
When Ji Linsong brought Tan Guiyi in, Yu's mother endured for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back and went crazy, wanting to kill Tan Guiyi.
Tan Guiyi took two slaps from her, and her face turned cold.
Ji Linsong made a hand seal to stop her and said, "Madam, the case has now been handed over to the Sky Patrol Division. All punishments will be determined in due course. I hope you will not cause any more trouble."
Yu's mother shoved Ji Linsong aside and scolded, "If it were your son who was hurt, would you still speak like that!"
Standing under the eaves, Yan Huanyue suddenly realized that someone like Yu's mother could also say such things that made people feel the same way.
But why, in her previous life in Yunjing, when Yu Zhao made a mistake, did her mother scold those who were hurt by Yu Zhao and wish they would disappear?
It's as if you're lucky to have been hurt by me, Twelfth Brother, and you dare to come seeking justice.
Yan Huanyue looked at the wisteria branches swaying in the spring breeze with a smile.
This heartbreaking question, intertwined with her past cold accusations, truly makes it difficult to discern which side of Yu's mother is genuine and which is false.
Or perhaps it's all true. Only when her own son suffers and is hurt would she so genuinely wish that others could empathize with her sorrow.
At any other time, the Yu family would have simply raised their hand to kill Tan Guiyi.
However, this incident occurred during the Mingde Sect's secret realm trial, witnessed by all the sects. Tan Guiyi can pay the price for this, but she cannot be executed openly and justly.
This is the key to the Yu family's deep-seated hatred.
Yu Jisong has also lost a lot of weight in the past few days, and his face is always gloomy and depressed.
Several of his brothers and nephews from the same generation in the clan often appeared before his eyes, which made him, who had always been particularly proud because of his Yu clan background and the fact that he had a son who was a prodigy, feel a deep sense of disgust and unease.
Originally, most of the Yu family's assets would belong to his son.
But now it seems that most of what he has painstakingly built up is about to be handed over to others, and his son may have to rely on these nephews and nieces for a living in the future.
Since the birth of Shierlang, he has used a lot of family resources to nurture Shierlang's spirit and energy. He also used the Pure Glass that his third cousin used to treat his daughter's illness to cleanse Shierlang's spiritual veins.
In a prominent family, it is common for the entire family to devote all their resources to raising a talented person. However, if that person is cut short along the way, the cold stares and ridicule they will have to endure are unimaginable.
Regardless of the gossip and rumors from others, he was more worried about whether Shierlang himself could accept suddenly falling from the sky into the mud.
Wei Qingpei emerged from the inner room through the curtain and said softly, "Azhao heard that Fellow Daoist Tan has arrived and would like to speak with her."
When Tan Guiyi first met Yu Zhao, he descended from the sky and killed the demon beast she had been struggling to kill with a single sword. At that time, he was still dressed in a brocade robe and looked spirited.
But now, only a few days later, he has become as thin as paper, lying lightly under the brocade quilt, his once handsome eyes now covered by a white veil.
He has well-defined features and is good-looking; even now that he's so thin, he still retains his handsome appearance.
She had completely forgotten the details of how she subconsciously pulled him to stop the demons that day, but the image of him raising his hand to put a golden hairpin in her hair on the Lantern Festival night in Chengdu a long time ago was exceptionally clear.
She rarely felt sympathy or pity for the plundered, simply because that was the way of nature: the strong win and the weak die. Human time and energy were truly limited, so people should only focus on themselves. Trying to feel the life and death suffering of others was a meaningless and time-wasting thing.
Some people want to be strong so that everyone can have a better life, but my father said that such people are just hypocritical fantasies, who love to show off in a grand and respectable way just to win a few polite compliments. True strong people, on the other hand, always look up.
Profit is everything, it is absolute, it is the real world that everyone should open their eyes to see. Those who stand in her way should die, and those who die for her deserve this fate.
Sympathy and pity? Utterly ridiculous.
But why did she still feel somewhat afraid to face Yu Zhao like this?
Perhaps it was because during the years they spent together, in the slanting sunlight and swaying reeds at dusk, she lay in a gently drifting boat, listening to the distant and melodious flute music played by Yu Zhao...
Yu Zhao, lying on the bed, turned his head to "look" at her and asked with concern, "Guiyi...are you injured?"
Tan Guiyi paused, then her voice lowered, "No..."
Yu's mother, standing to the side, said, "My son is still worried about you, you poisonous woman, at a time like this!"
Yu Zhao gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, "Mother, I originally volunteered to help her defend herself, but I was half a step slower than Fellow Daoist Lin. Gui Yi is doing well, and none of us want her to get hurt. Don't make things difficult for her this time."
Tan Guiyi was somewhat incredulous.
Mother Yu was so angry that her face turned ashen. Yu Jisong said in a gloomy tone, "Since Twelfth Brother likes her so much, how about I let her stay with you for the rest of your life?"
Yu Zhao's expression faltered for a moment. After a long while, he turned to the bed curtains above him and said with a bitter smile, "I'm already like this, why should I make things difficult for her by keeping watch over me? Miss Wei has been very kind to me these past few days, from now on..."
Wei Qingpei's eyebrow twitched. Ha, when things were going well, he didn't care about me, but now that he's jumping into a fire pit, he remembers to bring me along? Luckily, I'm not the kind of person who lays bare his true feelings and lets himself be tormented.
If this fiery pit were truly burning gold and silver, it wouldn't be so bad. However, after observing for the past few days, it's clear that there are quite a few talented young people in the Yu family who are being suppressed by Yu Zhao. Now that he's crippled, it's hard to say who will ultimately control the Yu family.
She might end up with nothing, having to maintain a respectable image in public and then venting her anger on her husband who misses his ex-lover at home. If she lived like this for a year or two, even a good person would probably go crazy.
However, seeing that she had been wholeheartedly devoted to Yu Zhao these past few days, her eldest sister immediately wrote back to the Wei family, asking her parents to find her a marriage that would satisfy her.
Sometimes, when she pushes her older sister a little, she always gets a lot of benefits.
Looking at Wei Qingpei, whose eyes were dark from lack of sleep, Yu's mother sneered, "Her? Her older sister is quite formidable. She's already caused trouble several times. Our family can't afford to support such a powerful figure."
Wei Qingpei rubbed her dry eyes with a handkerchief, thinking about the family her older sister had told her about yesterday. She felt quite happy and couldn't squeeze out a single pitiful tear.
Then she thought that Yu's mother was really something. She had worked hard during her time here, even if she hadn't done anything special. But Yu's mother couldn't see the benefits that others had contributed and wouldn't say a kind word.
What a mean-spirited, ungrateful, and greedy old woman! She dared to talk about my eldest sister; she deserved to have ruined a good son.
Wei Qingpei glanced coldly at Yu's mother, a subtle, gloating smile curving her lips.
Yu Zhao remained silent on the bed for a moment, then asked, "Miss Wei, if I were to offer you a formal title, would you be willing...?"
Wei Qingpei looked at him with surprise and delight, then hesitated and said, "But my eldest sister has really had a hard time. I am a cripple... no, if only Madam and Master could go and discuss this with my eldest sister properly."
Mother Yu said with displeasure, "Are you telling us to go and beg Wei Zhaopei?"
Shouldn't it be so?
Wei Qingpei thought to herself, "There really are some people who don't think that you are willing to take care of and accompany her good-for-nothing son because you are kind. On the contrary, they think that it is because her son is so outstanding that you, who are cheap and unworthy of her son, are willing to make sacrifices."
Seeing Yu Zhao suddenly turn his head, trembling and enduring the pain, Tan Guiyi felt a pang of pity and couldn't help but say:
"Yu Zhao, Yan Huanyue went to the secret realm with you. With her pure spirit body, you would be better off having her than anyone else. Perhaps even a drop of her heart's blood could temporarily relieve your pain..."
Madam Yu was suddenly taken aback. No wonder someone like Pei Hanzhou would beg a junior. His words back then were vague; she only thought that Pei Hanzhou wanted to find someone to exchange heart-to-heart contracts with for Pei Xuanzhi to help nurture his spiritual veins...
Yan Huanyue, standing under the eaves, reached out and caught a delicate wisteria blossom. Was it her heart's blood?
Fu Yinhuan has a lot to say about this.
Let alone a drop, I would give up a whole bowl. But Fu Yinhuan is still alive only because she has been kept alive with poison. I wonder what will happen to the kind-hearted Senior Brother Yu after he drinks his blood.
A member of the Yu family came in from outside the courtyard and asked, "What are you doing standing here?"
Holding the flower in her hand, Yan Huanyue lowered her head as if she had done something wrong and said, "I'm worried about Senior Brother Yu."
After saying that, he lifted his foot and walked out of the courtyard.
Yu's mother rushed to the window and said, "Sixteenth Brother, stop her."
Upon hearing this, Yu Shiliulang floated in front of Yan Huanyue to block her view, and said with a smile, "It seems that your aunt will be willing to see you today."
Yan Huanyue was ushered into the main room, and Tan Guiyi said, "Fellow Daoist Yan, you probably heard what I just said. You and Yu Zhao grew up together since childhood. Since you were able to save Pei Xuanzhi, you should also be willing to save Yu Zhao."
Wei Qingpei said, "We should talk to Sect Leader Pei and Young Master Pei about this..."
They definitely won't agree if I tell them.
Yu Jisong glared at her, then said earnestly, "Baoying, good child, you and your Senior Brother Yu were once engaged. If it weren't for Pei Xiaolang, you should have been a couple. Now that he's so seriously injured, if you help him, he might recover quickly, or even..."
Yan Huanyue hesitated before saying, "But..."
Tan Guiyi said, "Just a little bit of blood will do, a drop of heart's blood, half a bowl of blood from the wrist. Fellow Daoist Yan, you won't be stingy with this, will you?"
Looking at Yan Huanyue, whose expression was still somewhat bewildered, Ji Linsong couldn't help but say, "This is not appropriate. A drop of heart's blood is not like the exchange of a vow between husband and wife. Taking a drop of heart's blood is quite damaging. Don't make things difficult for her like this..."
Yu's mother's eyes turned cold, and she was about to reprimand Ji Linsong.
But Yan Huanyue said timidly, "But no one can guarantee that my blood will save Senior Brother Yu. If something goes wrong and they blame me, I..."
Yu Jisong said, "With your physique, even if you don't succeed, you won't hurt him."
Yan Huanyue hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Ji Linsong stood in front of her and looked at Yu Jisong, saying, "Patriarch Yu, regardless of how the term 'Pure Spirit Body' came about, Yan Huanyue is an orphan rescued by Sect Leader Pei. You should at least send a letter to Sect Leader Pei about this."
Tan Guiyi sneered, "She can decide this matter herself. She's not a three-year-old child who has to go home to find an adult when something happens. Besides, you're just the Director of the Punishment Hall of the Mingde Sect, yet you're meddling in the affairs of the Tianyan Sect and the Yu Clan. Isn't that a bit too much of a fuss?"
Ji Linsong glanced at Tan Guiyi indifferently, "If I hadn't meddled, you would have already gotten a beating."
When Yan Huanyue met Ji Linsong yesterday, she only felt that he was perceptive and suspicious.
Even when I overheard his conversation with Tan Guiyi, I thought he knew Tan Guiyi before, but now it seems that he is a person who only does what he believes is right.
"Huanyue..."
Yu Zhao said softly, "I knew you wouldn't really forget me. I'm the one who's wronged you..."
Yan Huanyue sneered inwardly, but standing behind Ji Linsong, she spoke with a tender and wistful tone, as if her secret had been exposed:
"Senior brother, of course I can't let you go. Don't worry, I will never let you suffer again."
He then said to Yu Jisong, "Uncle Yu, I have no idea what effects my blood will have, or what the consequences will be after using it in medicine. I truly cannot bear the responsibility. Therefore, I only hope that you can find someone to be a witness..."
Yu Jisong looked at Ji Linsong, who glanced at the utterly foolish Yan Huanyue with extreme disgust. She was indeed just a brainless idiot. His doubts about her yesterday were a complete waste of his energy.
He said coldly, "I can't be that kind of witness, so don't try to associate yourself with me."
Wei Qingpei moved to the edge of the corner, and when she reached the door, she was blocked by the Yu family members.
She felt a little suffocated. It turned out that what really frightened her about the Yu family was not Yu Zhao's injury, but their commonplace ability to easily draw out one's heart and blood.
It seems that this is how it was supposed to be, how it should be.
No wonder my older sister said she was ignorant but still danced so enthusiastically. She used to argue with my older sister, thinking that her shallow understanding of the world was no worse than my older sister's.
But in reality, things in this world are not as simple as she had seen in the Wei family. If she really went to the Yu family, what if something happened in the future, and they used her as a sacrifice...?
She hesitated by the door for a while, then heard a familiar sound of footsteps.
A slender woman dressed in a sunset purple dress walked from outside the courtyard and called out from afar, "Wei Qingpei, I think you're asking for a beating again!"
Wei Zhaopei was difficult to deal with. The Yu family members by the door hesitated for a moment, and one of them ran into the room.
Yu Jisong gave his mother a look, and she went out to leave the Wei sisters in the courtyard to talk, glancing at Wei Qingpei from time to time to tell her not to reveal too much.
Seeing this, Wei Zhaopei sneered, "The rules of the Yu family are now affecting my Wei family. I wonder what position you hold to give my sister such a look?"
Yu's mother said, "Miss, you've misunderstood."
Wei Qingpei had no intention of arguing for Yan Huanyue. It was obvious that Yan Huanyue was willing to do this for her senior brother Yu, so why should she care?
Are we supposed to send the eldest sister in to stand up for what's right, only to be criticized by Yan Huanyue for being nosy?
Only the eldest sister can complain; no one else can.
Inside the room, Yan Huanyue said, "Then let's do it another day, after Uncle Yu finds a witness..."
Once she leaves this room today and tells Feng Ye about this, who knows what might go wrong?
Yu Jisong said, "There's no need to wait for another day. I'll write a contract today."
As he spoke, someone outside brought out pen and ink. Yu Jisong casually wrote out a document, which stated that the Yu family would bear all consequences for the blood donation to save a life, but on the condition that the blood provided by Yan Huanyue must be genuine blood from her heart and wrist.
Yan Huanyue said, "There's no seal on this..."
Yu Jisong immediately took out his personal seal and stamped it on.
Holding the document, Yan Huanyue looked at the people in the room, picked up a cup from the table, rolled up her sleeve, and used magic to cut her wrist, fresh blood gushing out.
Ji Linsong closed his eyes.
Thinking of the pure spiritual energy that nourished the spiritual veins in the secret realm, Tan Guiyi couldn't help but swallow.
After collecting half a cup of blood, she made a hand gesture to stop the flow, turned around and said, "This heart's blood is probably not suitable to be given in front of you..."
The house was full of men, and Yu's mother still wanted to keep the Wei sisters there. As for Tan Guiyi... she was not trustworthy.
Yu Jisong pointed to the west room and said, "Baoying, put the treasure pouch here, and Director Ji will keep an eye on it for you."
Yan Huanyue didn't ask why she had put the treasure pouch there. She obediently took it out and placed it on the table, then took the cup and knife and went into the west room.
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Fu Yinhuan hadn't seen her for a long time. The moment she saw her, she took a drop of her heart's blood, cut her wrist, collected a cup of blood, and left without saying a word.
Yan Huanyue entered the west room and walked out of the room with her left arm hanging down and her face weak.
There was a faint bloodstain on his chest, probably from when his skin was cut open to extract his heart.
Yu Jisong took the cup of blood from her hand and noticed a faint trace of blood in it.
This is the blood and sweat of a spiritual practitioner.
A drop of heart's blood is worth more than ten batches of elixir.
Moreover, he was a pure spirit body. He really didn't understand why Pei Hanzhou didn't ask Yan Huanyue for the most effective blood essence for his son, but instead only wanted to form a bond of love as a Daoist couple.
She really doesn't care much about her son who has been missing for over a decade.
Yu Jisong poured a drop of blood from his cup and tossed it in front of Yan Huanyue, saying, "Baoying, it's best to be thorough in this matter. I hope you understand."
Yan Huanyue said with great tolerance, "As long as Senior Brother Yu can recover, that's all that matters."
He then opened his mouth, put the drop of blood in his mouth, and swallowed it.
After a long while, nothing changed, Yu Jisong finally fed the cup of blood to Yu Zhao.
Yan Huanyue stood aside for a long time, watching Yu Zhao neither refuse nor express his opinion, obediently drink the cup of blood, and holding the blood-stained cup, said, "Thank you, Junior Sister Yan."
Yan Huanyue felt relieved, smiled knowingly, and said, "You're welcome."
By the time she took the treasure pouch and walked out of Yu Zhao's courtyard, Wei Zhaopei was already getting impatient with Yu's mother's pestering.
Seeing her emerge from the doorway, pale-faced, he couldn't help but ask, "Who is this? Why do you look so sick?"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and made a gesture, and Yan Huanyue lightly landed beside her on her tiptoes.
Wei Zhaopei helped Yan Huanyue up, and Yan Huanyue said to Yu's mother, "Auntie, what was due to Senior Brother Yu has already been given. Go and see him."
Yu's mother was already restless and couldn't stay still. Upon hearing this, she wished she could step onto Yu Zhao's bedside. Disregarding all decorum, she lifted her skirt and ran into the room.
Wei Zhaopei smelled the blood on her body, looked at the bloodstains on her chest, and asked with a fixed gaze, "What did you give me?"
Wei Qingpei said, "It's my heart's blood."
Wei Zhaopei asked in surprise, "Then what is your relationship with the Yu family? How can you just give away something so important like that?"
Wei Qingpei said, "She is Yan Huanyue of Tianyan Sect, Yu Zhao's former fiancée, and now the wife of the young master of the Pei family of Tianyan Sect."
Yan Huanyue nodded and said, "Greetings, Miss Wei."
Wei Zhaopei frowned and said, "Is Yu Zhao really that popular? I've met him; although he is handsome, but..."
Yan Huanyue said, "There's still some connection from a past life, and I really can't bear to see him suffer so much..."
Wei Qingpei thought to herself, "Looking at it this way, Pei Xuanzhi, who buys gifts for his wife wherever he goes along the way, is indeed pitiful."
But what woman could endure spending her whole life with a sick and incompetent man?
Yu Zhao was at least once exceptionally talented; sometimes, people can indeed rely on memories to sustain them for a long time.
But aside from his face, Pei Xuanzhi is probably hard to compare with Yu Zhao in other aspects.
As dusk approached, Wei Zhaopei escorted Yan Huanyue to the courtyard gate and gave her a nourishing pill.
After they had gone far away, Yan Huanyue took out several bottles, poured out a pill from each one, and swallowed it.
Then he leaped onto the roof of a building across the street and looked at the figure reading a book under the window in the room.
When the moon was high in the sky, he was still reading by the window. Every now and then, he would push open the window and look out to see if she had returned.
Yan Huanyue originally intended to wait for him to go to sleep on his own, but after waiting for a long time, he even got up and put on his cloak.
They'll probably come out looking for her.
Yan Huanyue immediately leaped into the courtyard, raised her hand to form a hand seal and sent it to the window. She watched as the person inside staggered a few steps and fell back into the high chair.
She pushed open the door and entered the house, setting up a protective barrier in the courtyard.
Pei Xuanzhi has been working on changing into robes he has never tried before these past few days.
At this moment, he was lying on the wooden table, half-closing his eyes in a daze. His black robe made him look even whiter and brighter. The contrast between black and white created an extremely elegant and splendid effect, which made his handsome eyebrows and clear eyes stand out even more.
Yan Huanyue leaned over and picked him up, but the wound she had casually scratched on her chest was aggravated.
Her face paled, and she immediately formed a hand seal and used her spiritual power to send him to the bed.
Then she sat down on the edge of the bed, gently pulled him into her arms and sat up. A faint, sweet, cool fragrance wafted up from his clothes, almost imperceptible.
She pinched his chin, bit the tip of his tongue, and sucked a drop of blood from it.
The dazed boy leaned against her, his narrow eyes half-closed, and couldn't help but tilt his head back to kiss her lips.
Yan Huanyue sat up straight, her expression rather cold. The person in her arms blinked her misty eyes and murmured weakly, "Sister, more..."
A thin layer of pink hue peeked out from beneath his fair skin, even tinging his eyelids with a subtle pink hue.
Yan Huanyue's face was slightly pale. Holding him, she calmly took out the bowl of blood from the small black box, pinched his chin, and fed him the blood little by little.
Pei Xuanzhi was overwhelmed by the blood energy, and for a moment his hazy expression showed panic as he frowned and shrank back.
Yan Huanyue hugged him tightly, restraining him, and coaxed him gently, "Xuanzhi, be good and drink all of this..."
Upon hearing her voice, Pei Xuanzhi stopped moving, obediently closing his eyes as she fed him something that was either poison or medicine.
Although he was not fully conscious, he still unconsciously reached out to hold the bowl and swallowed earnestly.
After he finished drinking, Yan Huanyue poured a bottle of sugar water into the bowl, rinsed it, and continued to feed him.
This time, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression clearly showing a hint of unconcealed pleasure, unlike before when he was just serious about completing the task of drinking medicine.
After finishing the small bowl, he smiled dazedly and licked his lips with a lingering reluctance.
Yan Huanyue felt like he was a kitten stealing food. She put down her bowl and couldn't help but hug him and rub her warm cheek against his.
He drank her blood, and his body would probably get better than before. The current surge of passion was more unusual than ever before, and the ripe, alluring blood made him hotter and hotter.
Yan Huanyue restrained the guy who was trying to crawl into her clothes because he was smelling her scent. She put him on the bed, lay on top of him, pulled open his clothes to help him, and whispered, "Be slow, I'm injured."
A person in a daze can't care about so many things, and soon, driven by instinct, he pins her down on the bed and indulges his long-dormant desires.
A more distinct and robust golden mist than ever before wrapped around her wrist, gently brushing against the white gauze binding her wound.
Yan Huanyue's snow-white skin was bathed in the dim light of the candlelight, like the soft flesh of an oyster that has been painfully polished to become a pearl, making her exceptionally gentle.
Her brows were furrowed, her right hand gripped the blanket tightly, and the cold jade earrings by her ears kept hitting her cheeks.
The boy's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his face slightly flushed. He looked down at her with dreamy eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and unconsciously said, "I dreamed about you again... I like you so much..."
The next moment, a deluge of kisses assaulted her...
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Yan Huanyue, perhaps because of drinking blood, found himself increasingly difficult to deal with, as did his golden mist.
She couldn't use one of her bedding anymore. When he fell into a deep sleep at dawn, she changed to a new one, washed herself, and went back to sleep.
When she woke up again, the curtains were still hanging on the copper hooks as they had the night before.
Pei Xuanzhi was sitting quietly by the window drawing talismans. A stick of incense was lit on the table, and wisps of smoke curled up in the air and slowly drifted upwards to the roof beams.
She refined a lot of primordial yang last night, and her injuries have healed considerably.
But last night, in his delirium, he was greedy and fierce, and his behavior was so absurd that she found it difficult to get up for the time being.
Pei Xuanzhi finished writing the last stroke, and habitually glanced back at her. Seeing that she was awake, he couldn't help but smile and put down his pen.
He turned around and handed her a set of clothes that had been prepared beforehand. "I saw that my senior sister's clothes were torn to shreds, but why can't I remember what happened last night?"
There was only a vague feeling of extreme pleasure, like a dream. When I woke up this morning, my body felt much more comfortable, and the cold spiritual veins felt much warmer.
This shows that he received more last night than ever before, so why did he forget about last night...?
Yan Huanyue lay in the brocade quilt and shook her head. Her originally pale face was now tinged with a bright and alluring color.
"I don't know," she said hesitantly. "I looked it up in a book, and it says the heat usually lasts only three or four days. You should be about done by now, right?"
Pei Xuanzhi stood by the window with his hands at his sides, pursed his thin lips, and said cautiously:
"If we can't get through this, then..."
But Yan Huanyue felt that over the past few days, the pleasure was real, but so was the forced endurance of much pleasure that she couldn't possibly bear.
She simply couldn't handle him anymore, and after last night, she had no desire to share a room with him again.
She dressed herself in bed, sat up, and said, "It's impossible that we can't get through this, unless you're lying."
Pei Xuanzhi smiled and said, "Hmm? How could I possibly lie to you about something like this?"
He leaned over and helped her put on her shoes and socks, saying, "The food is on the table outside. You can eat it after you wash up."
Yan Huanyue said, "Thank you."
I just finished washing up and having a meal.
Yan Huanyue and Pei Xuanzhi were looking at a formation diagram that he had found in Emperor Mingde's books under the window, and he was explaining to her how to arrange the formation to make it more powerful.
Ning Wuyang, separated by a barrier, said from the courtyard into the house, "Elder Feng will be here soon. Yan Baoying, you'd better think of something to say."
Pei Xuanzhi raised his eyes and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
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