Chapter 14 Yizhen, I will miss you, and you will miss me...
When Yin Xing woke up in a daze, he was still a little dazed. The candlelight was flickering outside the gauze curtain, and he couldn't tell the passage of time inside the room.
Xuan Yizhen, who was lying beside the pillow, had her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her breathing was shallow, and her jade-white cheeks no longer had the gentle look of the past. She looked cold and distant, and her temperament seemed a little different.
However, when Yin Xing discovered that he was actually holding Xuan Yizheng's hand, he didn't think about it anymore and just felt a little ashamed.
After all, they were not old enough to hold hands as children, so Yin Xing planned to let go of her hand carefully.
Who would have thought that just as the fingertips moved, a slightly hoarse voice sounded in the ear, calling slowly: "Yin Xing, what are you going to do?"
"I didn't do anything to wake you up?"
"It's okay, just a short nap."
Yin Xing breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze falling on Xuan Yizheng's slightly hazy eyes, like a misty lake in the morning rain. He was slightly distracted and quickly looked away, thinking to himself that she was such a light sleeper.
Xuan Yizhen's gaze remained fixed on Yin Xing's face, which looked like a panicked puppy. He touched her palm with his fingertips and asked, "Do you want to stay for dinner, or go back?"
Yin Xing listened to Xuan Yizhen's gentle, low, grainy voice, which seemed to be a whisper, and felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety in his heart. He shook his head and said, "Don't bother. I should go back and eat the lunch that Yizhen prepared."
"It seems you slept too soundly. It's not noon yet. I guess it's almost evening."
"Why did you sleep for so long?"
If Yin Xing didn't know that Xuan Yizheng was gentle and peaceful and didn't like to tease people, he would definitely be suspicious.
Yin Xing had felt inexplicably sleepy before, and felt that he could only sleep for an hour at most.
Xuan Yizhen leaned sideways, the soft blanket covering her vaguely outlining her slender and plump figure, which was like the ever-changing green peaks of the mountains, inviting one to daydream. He watched Yin Xing's rich and interesting expression and explained, "Maybe it's because the incense used in this room is too potent."
Yin Xing looked away in shame, muttering with hot ears: "Is that so? Then I have to leave quickly, otherwise it will be terrible if I faint again."
After she finished speaking, Xuan Yizheng laughed slightly, her voice was clear and tender, her beautiful eyes blinked lightly, her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, a few strands of black hair fell diagonally on her slender neck, like swaying flowers, her every frown and smile revealed a bit of natural charm in her cold and aloofness, which was most captivating.
"Yizhen, what are you laughing at?" Yin Xing asked foolishly with a red face.
"Yin Xing, you always seem to be able to say silly things seriously. It's very interesting."
Hearing the voice, Yin Xing felt embarrassed, and blinked her bright eyes at Xuan Yizhen, who was still gentle, looking very innocent.
However, seeing Xuan Yizhen's brows relaxed, his expression happy, and a faint glimmer in his dark eyes, which had slightly shed his morbid and decadent look, Yin Xing said with peace of mind: "Since Yizhen finds it interesting, then it's interesting. But it feels strange to call me by my name. How about calling me by a nickname?"
"What about a nickname? How about Xiaoxing?" Xuan Yizheng's words were clear and gentle, with only a hint of smile remaining at the end of his tone, like ripples on the lake, fleeting and very alluring.
"Xiao, can you change this word?" Yin Xing subconsciously lowered his head and looked in front of him, always feeling that she was hinting at something!
Xuan Yizhen asked softly, as if he didn't know anything about it, "Is there anything wrong with this?"
Seeing Xuan Yizhen's reaction, Yin Xing felt narrow-minded and stammered, "Xiaoxing and Xiaoxin, sometimes it's easy to confuse them."
After he finished speaking, there was silence in the gauze tent, and Yin Xing himself felt that his reason was not very convincing.
"In that case, I'll call you Xing'er. If you still don't like it, forget it."
"No, I like this!"
As the sun sets, the setting sun is as red as blood, silently dyeing the sky with its color. The roofs and trees are also covered with scarlet blood-red glow, adding to the loneliness.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rang out, and Yin Xing rode out of the courtyard on his pony, with an unstoppable smile on his face. His clear and bright eyes reflected the gorgeous sunset, and his heart was full of joy and happiness.
As time passed, it was the beginning of summer. The sun was shining brightly in the sky. Birds circled and landed on the lush green branches to avoid the sun. Their bodies leaped lightly, and their shadows on the ground changed as they passed by.
The female official Chun Li wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose with an embroidered handkerchief, and led twelve maids into the pavilion in the garden with a letter. There were many tall and exquisite blue glazed windows in the pavilion, which were cleverly integrated to let the golden sunlight shine through. The light seemed to flow in the underworld, just like the stars in the sky.
Not far away, purple smoke rose from the incense burner, making the sitting Princess Zhang Hua look particularly quiet and beautiful. She had black hair in a high bun, skin like ice, bones like jade, misty eyes and red lips. Even without the beautiful jade and jewelry, it was difficult to hide her unparalleled beauty.
Beside the desk, besides various folded books, pens, inks and teacups, there was also a bunch of glazed porcelain apricot blossoms, gradually dyed pink and white, with the flowers in full bloom. Under the light, the petals were as thin as cicada wings, and the color was particularly clear, making them look more delicate and full of life. If you didn't touch it with your hands, it would be hard to tell that it was a dead object.
This item was specially imitated by the master based on the apricot blossoms given by Young Master Yin. He has liked it very much recently.
It is said that Young Master Yin always brought various items, such as apricot blossoms, orchids, porcelain dolls and clay sculptures. Even though Chunli did not think they were rare and valuable, Princess Zhanghua kept them all in her bedroom, which showed that they were somewhat special.
For many years, Princess Zhanghua never liked to get close to others, and she would not allow anyone to get close to her. She was a solitary person, but the fair and handsome young Master Yin was allowed to get into the gauze bed.
Although the two are three years apart in age and are obviously not suitable for marriage, they are both young and energetic. As time goes by, I think they will definitely give birth to the next head of the Wanqi family.
By then, Young Master Yin’s status will be completely different.
While he was distracted, Chunli folded all the books on the desk, and without daring to make a sound to disturb them, he wanted to leave.
"Chun Li, what time will it be?"
"My Lord, it's just past noon."
Chun Li paused as he spoke, looking up at Princess Zhang Hua, who appeared calm, and daringly speculated, "My Lord, may I send a letter to Steward Xin about Young Master Yin's condition today?"
All daily affairs of that residence were arranged by Princess Zhang Hua. In the past, whenever Young Master Yin left, he would receive a message.
But today is indeed a bit strange. There is no news at this moment. Could it be that something has delayed him?
"You are very good at guessing people's thoughts by being clever." Xuan Yizheng paused his pen, looked at Chunli gently, and said softly.
"I know my crime!" Chun Li met those empty and cold dark eyes, which seemed to hide a surging dark fog. He suddenly felt as if a thorn in his back and quickly knelt on the ground.
In the silence, Xuan Yizhen remained silent, flipping through the folded book on the desk. The characters on it were far different from those used by the dynasty; they were the secret code of the Wanqi clan. Her beautiful eyes were lowered, and her narrow eyelashes hid the fierce look in her eyes. She said softly, "If you want to succeed Aunt Ji as the head female official, you must understand and learn from her abilities and methods before you can replace her. Blindly seeking to gain unconventional means will only lead to futile efforts. If you understand, then step down and accept your punishment."
"Thank you, thank you for your guidance, my lord." Chun Li retreated from the pavilion in fear, not daring to look up at him again.
Perhaps because Princess Zhang Hua was born with such a beautiful appearance, people always overlook the terrifying cunning and capricious murderous nature hidden beneath her beautiful appearance.
The sound of footsteps faded away, and a cold figure appeared in the hazy pavilion shrouded in purple smoke. The sun was setting in the west, and at dusk, the pavilion gradually became darker, and the maids who were supposed to light the lamps did not dare to enter.
Female official Ji walked through the corridor, her eyes passing over the maids' awed expressions, and stepped into the pavilion. Her eyes fell on Princess Zhang Hua who was annotating a book. Her vision was a little dim, but she didn't notice anything unusual.
"My Lord, the Ministry of Personnel has issued appointment documents to the nobles who received the Golden Visa at the Princesses' Feast today. Most of them have already reported to their posts this morning."
"So, is Yin Xing going to the Imperial College or the Shanglinyuan Prison?"
The female official Ji's expression changed slightly, and she hesitated to answer, "Yin Xing, son of the Marquis of Xizhou, is the Junior Secretary of the Dali Temple. He is the highest-ranking official among the nobles attending this banquet."
After he finished speaking, his writing paused slightly. Xuan Yizhen frowned and looked up at Lady Ji. A strange and sinister expression crossed his clear and beautiful eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, this was not the original arrangement."
As the voices died down, the last remaining light in the pavilion was abruptly extinguished, but Princess Zhang Hua's expression was wooden, and her eyes became even darker and deeper, as if they were a darkness that could devour and tear apart all the light, ready to strike.
Even the female official Ji was a little surprised and her body stiffened slightly. She felt that the Princess Zhang Hua in front of her was no different from the little princess whose clothes were stained with blood.
Or perhaps, Princess Zhang Hua is now in far greater danger than she was then, because Lady Ji discovered that she had learned to wear a mask to hide among ordinary people, so much so that she herself had not discovered her illness, and perhaps she had not recovered at all.
"My lord, I am loyal to the Wanqi family and the head of the Wanqi family with my life, so I will naturally not disobey. This matter must have been deliberately arranged by someone else. You should not speculate rashly. You should take a medicinal bath and rest now." Female official Ji avoided the overly sad look and hesitated whether she really wanted to hand over the power of managing the Wanqi family to the uncontrollable Princess Zhang Hua.
Perhaps Princess Zhang Hua's normality over the years was just a disguise, and she was still the little princess who only found pleasure in destroying everything.
Princess Zhanghua witnessed the mysterious deaths of the two future princes-in-law.
As for the third princess's fireworks accident, Princess Zhanghua happened to appear in the lakeside pavilion again. How could there be so many coincidences and accidents in the world?
Lady Ji retreated cautiously. Princess Zhanghua, who was sitting at the main table, suddenly withdrew her composure and spoke as if nothing had happened, "If that's the case, then Yin Xing should be stopped from taking up her post. She's already being used as a pawn in a game of chess."
"Yin Xing has already received the official documents for his appointment this morning. Furthermore, since the Lord gave Yin Xing the golden signature, it was bound to be tested. This proves that your plan is effective. No one is paying attention to the Wanqi family's movements right now."
"People from the three great families have been coming and going from the other courtyard. It's impossible that this has not attracted attention. This is very unusual. Go and find out who in the Ministry of Personnel was the first official to propose that Yin Xing be appointed as the Junior Minister of the Dali Temple."
Lady Ji didn't understand Princess Zhanghua's thoughts, but she also didn't believe that she valued Yin Xing, so she could only answer, "Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the maid outside whispered, "Master, Young Master Yin of the Marquis of Xizhou is here to visit."
It was really impolite of Yin Xing to visit at this time. Just as the female official Ji was about to speak out to refute her, she saw Princess Zhanghua's beautiful eyes lowered as she looked at the white bouquet of glazed apricots. Her expression was indifferent and she said, "I am tired tonight. I won't see you."
The maidservants left upon hearing the sound. The female official Ji felt relieved and ordered people to light the lamps and serve the meal, then she stepped out of the pavilion.
Late at night, after Xuan Yizheng took a bath, her long hair cascaded down, and the mist stained her inner clothes, revealing her graceful figure. She returned to her bedroom alone, and her eyes fell on a letter sent by carrier pigeon.
Manager Xin would not send a message at this time. Xuan Yizheng was still sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on the envelope but he remained motionless, as if he was in a stalemate.
After a long time, Xuan Yizheng raised his hand to open the envelope. What he saw was slightly childish handwriting and disrespectful address.
[Yizhen, I'm reporting to the Dali Temple today, but I won't be able to go to the other courtyard on my day off until five days from now. Why don't you wait until I pay you my salary and then invite you out to play?]
The candlelight was dim, her beautiful eyes were gloomy, and Xuan Yizheng pursed her thin lips, looking very unhappy.
She only comes once every five days. It would be better if she didn't come at all in the future.
Xuan Yizheng wanted to put the letter aside, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the blurry ink on the back, faintly revealing other words.
Perhaps the words were stained by ink from other letter papers, so they were blurry and there were many circles and crosses to correct them.
[Yizhen, I will miss you after not seeing you for five days. Will you miss me too?]
[It doesn't matter. Even if you don't miss me, I will miss you too!]
Things like this were complicated and incoherent, even sounding like questions and answers to oneself, totally inconsistent with the rambling of a letter. Xuan Yi really couldn't understand it, and felt that Yin Xing was very stupid.
He was so disobedient that he jumped out of the fish pond on his own. It seems that he won't understand how dangerous it is outside unless he suffers some hardships.
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