Xu Yiran said, her voice tinged with anxiety, and took her hand, saying, "I'll take you back to Southern Qi."
Nan Lingqin stood there staring intently at Yuwen Yao for a long while, until the coughing started again, before she looked at Xu Yiran and said, "Let's go."
She turned around, her back as white as frost and snow, yet her blue dress flowed like water, a beauty of poetic grace that captured his heart. The sight of her and another man's backs facing each other was both striking and jarring, and at that moment, he truly admired his own composure and self-control.
Qin'er, I truly love you.
"Qin'er—"
Was it the wind or something else? Nan Lingqin paused, turned around abruptly, and looked at Yuwen Yao, who was bathed in the night, from a distance of a hundred meters. Her voice was cold and clear, "Yuwen Yao, do you have anything else to say? If I lead my army to the city one day, I will not give you such an opportunity again."
Yuwen Yao pursed his thin lips slightly, looked at her, and smiled, "No, I just wanted to say that I hope by then you will have figured out the secrets of the Yun Clan, so that it will be easier for me to capture you."
"The Yuwen clan is indeed despicable. Rest assured, when the day comes that they truly uncover the truth, your corpse will surely be at my feet."
Xu Yiran tightened her grip, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
"Crown Prince—"
Seeing that Nan Lingqin and Xu Yiran had disappeared from sight, he stepped forward, his expression sorrowful, "Your Highness, Miss Lingqin must have thought of something. She was giving you a chance to speak, why didn't you? If you don't speak, even if you want to later, then..."
“I never thought that from the day I treated her so cruelly and hurt her so badly, I was trying to push her away. It’s just…” Yuwen Yao touched his chest, smiling bitterly and sadly, “It’s just that I miss her too much, so much so that sometimes I’m childish and do useless things.”
"But, Your Majesty..."
"You spoke out of turn. Go down and receive twenty strokes of the military rod."
"……yes."
Tingfeng silently retreated, but as soon as he took a step back, he saw his own crown prince suddenly change his expression and instantly fly away from the spot.
That shocked expression was something he only showed when he heard bad news about Miss Lingqin.
Tingfeng's expression tightened, and he immediately followed.
Ahead, in that grove of trees, shrouded in mist, Xie Lingqin and Xu Yiran were trapped inside.
The change came too suddenly. She and Xu Yiran had just arrived here when they realized something was wrong; there was an ambush.
"Be careful." Xu Yiran shielded Nan Lingqin behind her, while holding her hand tightly as if afraid she would run away.
"Xu Yiran, you're holding my hand too tightly."
The atmosphere was tense, but Nan Lingqin suddenly laughed.
Xu Yiran felt a little embarrassed; he was just too nervous.
In that instant, Nan Lingqin realized that although she was so close to Xu Yiran, the smoke was too thick. In a moment, she could no longer see Xu Yiran. She could only feel his hand holding hers. Then, a sharp blade suddenly flashed out of nowhere.
It wasn't that Xu Yiran let go of her; rather, she suddenly let go of him to prevent Xu Yiran from getting hurt.
"careful……"
"It's alright, Xu Yiran, just be careful."
As Nan Lingqin spoke, a sudden anger flashed across her face, and she shouted at the surroundings, "Yuwen Yao, it was you who did this, wasn't it?"
After all, this place is so close to their people.
"It wasn't me."
A voice suddenly came from behind her, and Nan Lingqin turned around abruptly, but the fog was too thick and she couldn't see anything.
"Don't be afraid, I will take you out."
Yuwen Yao's voice rang out, deep and pleasant to the ear.
Nan Lingqin felt like she was dreaming.
Yuwen Yao's tone was too gentle, completely different from before. They shouldn't be talking like this now.
"Good luck to you, I don't need you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Nan Lingqin felt her hand being gripped.
That broad, cool sensation, the delicate bony texture of each finger joint... it all felt so familiar. Even his body temperature made her heart skip a beat, as if a thousand emotions were churning within her in an instant.
She knew it was Yuwen Yao's hand.
"open!"
Nan Lingqin scolded her. She felt a little dazed, as if she were dreaming. She had unknowingly fallen into a maze. That hand did not let go, but instead pulled her even tighter, as if a thousand emotions wanted to be transmitted through the palm.
"I'll take you out."
He said.
The sound was hazy and indistinct, as if it were very faint and very distant.
Suddenly, Nan Lingqin felt a gust of wind brush past her ear. She dodged slightly as Xu Yiran attacked, but Yuwen Yao pulled her aside and they dodged together.
"Yuwen Yao, was this your doing?"
"This is a maze. As long as we keep our minds focused, we can get out."
Xu Yiran asked a question, and Yuwen Yao answered. However, almost instantly, the two clashed in the thick fog where they could not see each other.
Back and forth they went, and in the short time that followed, Nan Lingqin felt her heart growing heavier and her head becoming increasingly dizzy.
She had been traveling for several days straight without sleep or rest.
This fog must be part of a formation.
"Stop fighting, let's get out of here."
Nan Lingqin forced herself to speak, but as she did so, she began to fall. However, before she could fall, a strong arm caught her, and her waist tightened as she was held tightly in a hug.
"you……"
"Qin'er..."
He was calling out, as if murmuring, as if softly chanting, as if awake, and yet as if talking in a dream.
He held her tightly, inhaling every scent of hers with all his might, and with all his strength, he found her lips and suddenly covered them with his.
The hot breath and the delicate fragrance of pear blossoms gradually invaded her lips and tongue.
Nan Lingqin was in a daze and wanted to put down the glue, but she really didn't have any strength at all.
She must be dreaming, she thought.
Yuwen Yao wouldn't kiss her so passionately, and she wouldn't be so weak.
"Qin'er, I hope this is a dream..."
His kisses were passionate and intense.
His hands tightened, as if he were afraid she would leave and wanted to embed her into his body.
The two were separated by their clothes, yet they could still feel each other's warmth.
Lips and tongue were kissed until numb, as if a imprisoned soul had been released.
Until a sudden, loud bang, Nan Lingqin's mind cleared abruptly, and she abruptly pushed away the person in front of her.
The thick fog lingered, and there was no one in sight anymore.
Nan Lingqin touched her lips, her heart filled with shock. Was what she had just seen real or fake?
"Qin'er..."
"Xiao Qin..."
Nan Lingqin heard Yuwen Yao and Xu Yiran's anxious voices.
Then, in a flash, Yuwen Yao's figure appeared right in front of her. Nan Lingqin swung a palm at him, shouting, "Yuwen Yao, die!"
As she unleashed a palm strike, Nan Lingqin felt a chill run down her spine.
"Don't move."
With just a soft whisper, Nan Lingqin's vision went black, and she fainted.
---Aside---
Just to clarify, these aren't the reasons Nan Lingqin asked. Again, it's not melodramatic...
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