The gold bracelet was used to borrow a knife.
After Yan Huanyue circulated her spiritual energy for two cycles, the moon was already high in the sky.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a candlestick on the ground a few steps in front of the bed, with the candles on it already mostly burned.
The screen, which was originally placed in the southwest corner of the room, was moved to the vicinity of the candlesticks to separate the bed from the rest of the room.
From her position, all she could see was the snow-white hem of a robe flowing out from the south side of the screen, and a pair of feet casually hanging down, clad in cloud-patterned shoes.
He had no intention of separating from his partner, nor did he actually intend to find a fellow disciple to stay with. He stayed here, refusing to sleep in his perfectly good bed.
What's even more remarkable is his chastity; he moved around all night, causing quite a bit of trouble. The table was so hard that there wasn't even room for his legs, yet he managed to sleep on it.
No, what is he afraid of? Who is he afraid of?
Yan Huanyue dispersed the magic seals at her fingertips and stretched out her legs, which had been crossed for a long time.
Perhaps the slight movement startled the person outside the screen, for he moved his legs, which had been suspended in mid-air, and then slowly sat up, asking in a drowsy voice, "Senior Sister Yan, what's wrong?"
He was clearly being wary of her.
Yan Huanyue sighed helplessly. Had the fact that she was taking a bath here really frightened her this much?
She rubbed her temples and casually said, "I'm thirsty, I want some water. You go back to sleep."
He coughed a few times, then suddenly jumped off the table and said quite matter-of-factly, "Then don't get out of bed, I'll take it to you."
The candle was placed on her side, and it was somewhat dim on his side because of the screen.
Pei Xuanzhi put away the snow brocade covering her eyes, casually folded the cloak a few times and draped it over the back of the chair. Taking advantage of the dim candlelight, she strolled to the window and poured herself a glass of water, just then noticing the roll of white paper she had placed there.
Yan Huanyue pulled back the blanket on the bed, and after a while, a shadow accompanied by a cold fragrance wafted over.
The room was filled with the intertwined aura of the two of them.
Pei Xuanzhi stood by the bed, watching the woman who had been neatly dressed during the day now sitting wearily in the dim candlelight.
The blanket only covered half of her legs. She wore a thin, close-fitting, soft yellow nightgown, and her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her back. Her two fair feet were casually stretched out on the dark blue bedding.
Perhaps because she had just finished meditating and needed to relax, she was quite bored, occasionally swinging her toes, looking lazy, relaxed, and leisurely.
He suddenly felt a little dazed. Is this what it feels like to have a wife?
His state, which was invisible to others, was so casually displayed before him.
He suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he followed his master through the ages, he had encountered a middle-aged man who had been swept away by a demon.
After being rescued, he was responsible for applying medicine to the man. The man, perhaps because he had survived a close call, was both shocked and frightened, and kept muttering, "Young man, please don't tell my wife that I'm very afraid of her. If she finds out, she'll complain about me running around and I'm afraid she'll cry and then not speak to me for days."
He thought of the man's petite wife and couldn't help but ask, "Your wife is no more powerful than the demons. If you're not afraid of demons, why are you afraid of her?"
The man burst into laughter and said, "You're too young to understand. If my wife glares at me, I feel utterly cold inside. If she ignores me with a cold face, or if we don't see each other for a day, I can't feel at ease."
Actually, he still doesn't understand. Maybe he understood it before, but he's forgotten it now.
But Senior Sister Yan is naturally more powerful than the demons of that time, so it's understandable that he's afraid of her.
He didn't dare to completely forget her, whether it was because he couldn't bear to part with her, or because, like that middle-aged man back then, he was too afraid to forget her.
Pei Xuanzhi withdrew his lingering gaze, bent his right knee and knelt on the edge of the bed, waiting for Yan Huanyue to lean towards him before handing her the water glass in his hand.
Yan Huanyue leaned against the headboard, silently drinking water, while Pei Xuanzhi sat silently on the edge of the bed, waiting to put the cup down for her.
Yan Huanyue glanced at his profile and said, "Why are you sleeping on the table?"
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the slightly swaying curtains, his tone icy, "I was afraid of disturbing my senior sister."
Yan Huanyue asked, "Are you able to sleep?"
"Barely acceptable."
Yan Huanyue handed him the cup, and after he took it, he remained seated, his clear eyes quietly watching her.
Yan Huanyue asked, "What's wrong?"
He pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said somewhat solemnly, "I have something I want to ask you, Senior Sister Yan."
Yan Huanyue wiped the water from her lips, looked up and asked in confusion, "What?"
He said in a cold tone, "First of all, I will not agree to a divorce."
Yan Huanyue was a little confused. "Oh, and then?"
Pei Xuanzhi got up, put the cup aside, and stood by the bed. His gaze fell on the copper hook holding up half of the bed curtains. He said casually, "I found some injuries on my body..."
Yan Huanyue felt a slight tremor in her heart. She did not find any additional injuries when she examined his body. She suddenly thought of Yun Ruoliang, who had escaped. Would Yun Ruoliang come back and take revenge on Xuanzhi?
She straightened up and asked in surprise, "When did you get hurt? Did you run into someone when you went out just now? Why didn't you say so sooner!"
The already pale face of Pei Xuanzhi instantly drained of color. The psychological support he had found so recently after learning that he had married her collapsed in an instant.
Hope was given and then shattered in the blink of an eye. The ruins of his heart collapsed and overwhelmed him, suffocating him tightly.
He suddenly swayed as if about to collapse, barely managing to stand before her, a cold and intense sense of shame emanating from his very bones.
Why ask? Because I think she's the most likely candidate. Even if she had spoken ill of him before, as long as she admits it, he won't divorce her.
What about now?
He only wanted to kill the person who had injured him.
It's best to let those scars heal as quickly as possible, and never let her see them...
But what right does he have to stand here?
Yan Huanyue got up from the bed and was about to pull at his clothes when he seemed to be electrocuted, shoving her hand away and turning to walk behind the screen, his voice trembling, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me..."
Seeing his pale face, Yan Huanyue couldn't help but follow behind him and advised, "Xuanzhi, you're injured, why are you hiding it? Where exactly are you hurt? Let me see."
He slowly stopped, turned his back to her, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Sister Yan, do you think that after a person loses their memory, their truest preferences will change?"
Yan Huanyue said, "I haven't lost my memory... Are you saying you don't like me touching you?"
Pei Xuanzhi coughed for a while, then suddenly laughed loudly and said through gritted teeth, "Not a single word you said is what I want to hear."
Yan Huanyue walked up to him, looking directly into his eyes, and asked, "Where exactly are you injured?"
Pei Xuanzhi looked down at her, his eyes cold as ice, his expression aloof and indifferent, and he still refused to say a word.
Yan Huanyue belatedly realized something.
Her slender fingertips, stained with candlelight, gently rested on his lapel. She looked up into his cold, deep eyes and whispered:
"Oh, looking at you, you mean those old injuries? I was so worried, I thought you'd been hurt again when you went out."
Pei Xuanzhi froze instantly, staring blankly at her, trying to escape from her fingertips, but he didn't move an inch.
He wanted to hear the answer he wanted.
Yan Huanyue's fingertips parted his collar, and his fair skin beneath instantly flushed pink, releasing a fragrant aroma that made one feel slightly intoxicated.
She gently traced the teeth marks on his collarbone. "Is this what you're asking about?"
The warm fingertips caressed him almost imperceptibly, seemingly as comfort, but more like torture.
Pei Xuanzhi couldn't control the powder rising to her face, her eyes welling up with tears, her heart pounding wildly, and she felt almost suffocating.
He suddenly turned his face to the side and breathed heavily, but a warm and gentle touch came from his collarbone.
She tiptoed into his arms, kissed his wounds, then gently nibbled at them, whispering, "That's how it happened..."
Pei Xuanzhi suddenly tensed up, let out a muffled groan, and abruptly grabbed her waist and pressed her down onto the long table beside him.
His breathing was erratic, his eyes were fixed on her, and his fingers gripped her waist tightly.
A sharp pain shot through Yan Huanyue's waist, instantly clearing her mind of her dazed state. She frowned slightly and snapped, "Let go!"
Pei Xuanzhi's eyes were red-rimmed, and tears welled up in his bewildered gaze as he looked down at her, calling out in a daze, "Huanyue... don't bite me like that... it hurts so much..."
He seemed to be losing control, and the force in his hands grew heavier and heavier.
He was at his fiercest when he was crying. Yan Huanyue had been fooled by him before, but now that she knew his trick of pretending to be innocent and silly, she was not very soft-hearted.
He now doesn't know how to escape from the sea of desire, and only by exerting himself on her and desperately feeling her presence can he find a slight illusion of relief.
She was being pinched so hard that she finally threw him aside, sat up shakily, and lifted her clothes to see that both sides of her waist were covered with finger marks that were gradually starting to bruise.
Pei Xuanzhi stumbled into an empty chair, panting, and caught a glimpse of the crimson finger marks on her snow-white skin at the waist, which only intensified the wildfire burning within her.
He lowered his eyes to calm his breathing, his wet eyes filled with confusion. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Yan Huanyue closed her clothes, slid off the long table, and walked to the bed while rubbing the pain in her waist. "If you want to ask about those injuries, they were all things I did unconsciously when you were in the throes of passion. It was my fault, and I admit what I did. If you want to blame someone, then blame me."
After saying that, she kicked off her shoes, fell onto the bed, buried her face in the mattress, and remained motionless for a long time.
Pei Xuanzhi stood there for a while, straightened his clothes, walked to the bedside and looked at the person lying stiffly, and said in a low voice, "I have medicine to remove blood stasis, he should be fine in a day or two."
She remained unmoved and ignored it.
Pei Xuanzhi was somewhat flustered. He remembered the jewelry he had found in the treasure pouch, casually took out two gold bracelets with small gold moon pendants, knelt on the bed, and explained:
"It's not that I don't like you touching me, it's just... Look, do you like this? I think it was something I prepared for you before."
He took her hand and put the wristband on her wrist. It was obviously too big, and he was a little stunned, then fell completely silent.
Yan Huanyue seemed to sense something, and withdrew her hand, easily slipping it from the gold bracelet.
She slightly raised her head and looked at the gold bracelet on the bed. It was exquisitely crafted and in very good condition, with a small crescent moon on it that was both curved and round.
Yan Huanyue recalled that she had never heard him mention when he bought such jewelry.
She suddenly chuckled softly, "Junior Brother Pei, you must have misunderstood. This is probably not for me. You should keep it so you won't later think I took a gift meant for someone else."
Pei Xuanzhi's doubts deepened, and he explained in a low voice, "Don't be angry, that's impossible. The size must have been wrong."
Yan Huanyue turned and lay down in front of him, stretching out her arms. "You bought this nightgown. Do you think it suits you?"
Pei Xuanzhi looked at her soft yellow nightgown, which was only tied with a red belt. The length, sleeves, and collar of the garment were all just right.
His gaze swept over her for a moment, then he gently picked up the pair of gold bracelets, found the hidden clasp, untied it, knelt down at her feet, and fastened the bracelets to her ankles.
Two fair and smooth ankles each wore a gold bracelet, neither too big nor too small, just the right size.
He looked at her ankles, his hands clenching tightly.
This was definitely meant to be worn on her ankle; it was a custom-made anklet for her, but he never dared to take it out...
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In the early morning, with the help of Yu's personal attendants, Yu Yi changed the dressing on her wounds before inviting Xue Jingnian and Tan Guiyi, who had come to visit, in.
Xue Jingnian put down the pills he had brought and asked, "Did you see who came last night?"
Yu Yi gritted her teeth angrily, "I didn't see it clearly."
As she spoke, she glanced at Tan Guiyi, whose eyes were red and swollen, then turned to Xue Jingnian and asked, "Who saved me?"
Tan Guiyi wiped away her tears with her sleeve and comforted her, "The injury isn't serious; you'll be fine after a few days of rest."
Upon seeing this, Yu couldn't help but ask, "Did you bring me back? Weren't you very drunk last night?"
Xue Jingnian glanced at Tan Guiyi and said, "It was Huanyue who brought you back."
Tan Guiyi asked in surprise, "Ah? Fellow Daoist Yan?"
Yu Yi sensed that she seemed to have something she couldn't say, and her eyes sharpened as she asked, "What do you want to say?"
Tan Guiyi waved her hand, glanced at Xue Jingnian, and said evasively, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Seeing that she seemed hesitant to speak, Xue Jingnian was puzzled and said, "Since we are on the same path, why hide anything? Fellow Daoist, please speak frankly."
Tan Guiyi looked very troubled and said hesitantly, "I didn't want to say it originally. If I do, please don't think I'm guessing about others. I don't think Fellow Daoist Yan would deliberately take advantage of Fellow Daoist Yu's drunkenness to hurt someone just because of yesterday's quarrel, right?"
She glanced slightly to the upper left as she reminisced, “I remember that Fellow Daoist Yan does not use her natal sword when she travels, but rather a longsword. Presumably, it is her weapon, so she should not have neglected her training. Her swordsmanship should be quite decent.”
"Besides... if Sect Leader Pei's family members are resentful and resort to violence, they probably aren't afraid of being held accountable. Of course, this is just my speculation, and perhaps I'm overthinking it. Although Fellow Daoist Yan has a girlish nature, she wouldn't really take advantage of someone in distress."
Xue Jingnian recalled that after opening the door yesterday, he saw Yan Huanyue with bloodstains on her skirt, holding Yu Yi's belt with one hand, and carrying Yu Yi, who had been swirling in the mud countless times.
Then, without a word, he coldly threw the person into the room.
Even when he asked about Fellow Daoist Tan's situation, she still walked away without looking back...
He wanted to say that she wouldn't do such a thing, but she did indeed take the opportunity to beat him up twice in Chang'an.
However, he couldn't help but frown at the criticism from others and said coldly, "Without evidence, it's best not to make assumptions about people in the future, lest you chill their hearts."
Tan Guiyi chuckled and teased, "I told you I wouldn't say it, but you insisted. How could I not know how you would react? You'd probably be like a cat whose heart has been ripped out. Nobody wants to criticize others, but did Yu Shiliu's injury just appear out of thin air? Yesterday, Fellow Daoist Yan said that Yu Shiliu was destined to die young."
Yu Yi secretly regretted that she had drunk too much alcohol, which allowed someone to take advantage of her vulnerability.
However, he wouldn't easily pin the blame on Yan Huanyue.
He had been wanting to ask her face-to-face, but unexpectedly, she came to his room before noon, threw a roll of white paper on his bed, and said indifferently:
"This is the man who tried to kill you and steal your things last night. His name is Yun Ruoliang. He is also the one who started this mess that got Xuanzhi and me stuck here. When I fought him last night, someone attacked me from behind. Whoever tries to muddy the waters is suspected of being his accomplice."
As he spoke, he suddenly smiled and said, "Since your branch of the family wants to become the head of the Yun Jing Yu clan, if you can't even find a single person, I advise you to give up your idea as soon as possible, so you don't die without even knowing how."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Yu Yi took the paper, unfolded it, and looked at it.
She wanted to use someone else to do her dirty work, and she's plotting against him. Good riddance.
As for whether what she said is true or false, we'll find out once we catch this person.
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