Night deepened, the wind blew across the snow, and the air was colder than ever before.
As Xie Lingqin slept soundly, her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed under Old Master Dong's gentle touch.
...
In that forest in the extremely cold region.
Inside the Southern Qi camp.
A man entered a tent with hurried steps but steady movements. "Princess, there is news."
Nan Fenghuang, who was lighting a lamp and leaning wearily on the table, immediately stood up upon hearing this and looked at the man with handsome features and an imposing presence. "What did you say? Say it again."
"Your Highness, I have just received a report from below that someone has already entered the rugged snow valley and left marks along the way. Moreover, Princess Lingqin is most likely still alive."
Nan Fenghuang's eyes narrowed, and without asking who it was, she said, "Go and tell Xu Yiran quickly."
"Your Highness, Young Master Xu received the news with our men, and he has already gone to find the mark."
"Okay, let's go right away."
“Your Highness, I object. It is already dark, and the road ahead is unknown. I think that since Young Master Xu has already gone, we should wait until dawn before we go. In the meantime, we can prepare some things that Princess Lingqin will need when we find her.”
"Yes, yes, yes, yes."
Nan Fenghuang looked at Shen Yuan with bright eyes. She had never found this General Shen of Nan Qi so pleasing to the eye. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Give the order that we will set off at daybreak."
"yes."
Indeed, this handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes is General Shen of the Southern Qi Dynasty, and legends about him can be heard everywhere in the Southern Qi.
At this moment, when General Shen lowered his head slightly, his ears turned red, as if the place where Nan Fenghuang had patted his shoulder was filled with supreme glory.
Then, it is said that General Shen slept fully clothed that night.
Apart from his confidants, the others thought he was just too busy and too anxious to find Princess Lingqin's whereabouts.
At this moment, after a moment of excitement, Nan Fenghuang walked out of the camp and looked in the direction of Yu Qingyi across the way. After a while, she waved to the shadows.
"Call the mandarin ducks here."
"yes."
Someone went down.
A short while later, the man returned and looked at Nan Fenghuang, "Your Highness, Prince Yi... will not let Yuanyang go."
"What?"
Nan Fenghuang's beautiful eyes turned cold, a dangerous glint in them. "He dares to stop my people?"
“Young Master Yi said that back then, Miss, you gave him the mandarin ducks, and now that he’s gotten used to them, if you take them back, how is that any different from… a child snatching candy?”
Upon hearing this, Nan Fenghuang's face turned pale.
"Yu Qingyi must have grown wings now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Fenghuang flung open the camp tent, and with a light touch of her toes, flew straight towards the opposite side, towards Yu Qingyi.
He swiftly lifted Yu Qingyi's curtain.
"Yu Qingyi, you've made yourself proud, haven't you?"
Yu Qingyi was lying on the couch at this moment. When he saw Nan Fenghuang arrive, he sat up without any hurry and looked at her. "My injury has not healed. Keep your voice down and don't scare me."
"Oh--"
Nan Fenghuang looked Yu Qingyi up and down. He had recovered well in the few days she hadn't seen him, and his face had regained its color.
"I told you you're much better now, but where's my lovebird?"
Putting aside his thoughts, Nan Fenghuang said.
"I sent her to find mushrooms in the woods."
"Looking for mushrooms? In the middle of the night, looking for mushrooms?" Nan Fenghuang, dressed in fiery red, had a fiery temper on her fair face. "Yu Qingyi, do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you? We're enemies now."
"Otherwise, how am I supposed to see you?"
Yu Qingyi looked at Nan Fenghuang, stood up, her face was still the same, and her peach blossom eyes once again held that captivating smile of the past.
Yet, at this moment, he was more serious than ever before.
His sword-like eyebrows relaxed as he stared intently at Nan Fenghuang.
Nan Fenghuang was stunned, and the air suddenly became quiet.
Their eyes met, as if they had a thousand words to say, or as if they were sparks flying.
They met during a fight several years ago, and the scenes seemed to flash before their eyes.
He's handsome, he's unruly, he's annoying.
She is radiant, she is generous, she is detestable.
Finally, Nan Fenghuang spoke first, "We received news that we have found the way into Snow Valley, and Xie Lingqin, she should be alive."
Yu Qingyi looked at Nan Fenghuang, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I know."
You know?
Yu Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, "I received the message just before you arrived."
"Alright, that's why I called Yuanyang here, I wanted to talk about this too." Nan Fenghuang finished speaking, let out a sigh, and said, "Then I'll be going."
Nan Fenghuang paused, then looked at Yu Qingyi, her bright eyes flashing with a rapid light, before finally speaking, "Yu Qingyi, you can't move one arm right now. If I were to capture you and take you to Nanqi to be a live-in husband, what do you think would happen?"
Yu Qingyi was taken aback, then a smile slowly unfolded in her peach blossom eyes, spreading to the corners of her lips, tinged with bitterness. "Then, what if I had people surround you now, arrest you, and take you back to Southern Qi to be the heir apparent of the Prince of Qing's mansion?"
Their eyes met.
Suddenly, they both laughed.
They all have their own stances, and none of them could be so selfish.
Nan Fenghuang walked out.
"Yu Qingyi, who knows what the next time we meet will be like? Don't go easy on me, because..."
Nan Fenghuang's voice was strained and solemn.
"Because, I don't know how either."
When Yu Qingyi stepped out of the tent, he saw a flash of red light in the sky, and Nan Fenghuang had already disappeared.
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