Bi Xie didn't say anything. She had already agreed to go with him, so she couldn't go back on her word halfway through, otherwise he would definitely think she had lied to him again.
Lin Jinwei glanced at him hesitantly, knowing that the young prince was stubborn. Moreover, the young prince had not abducted an ordinary person, but the invincible war god of Kuiyang Kingdom. It would be safer to leave Kuiyang Kingdom as soon as possible, so he hurriedly went to make preparations.
As soon as he left, the carriage fell silent again.
Han Yun casually raised his eyelids and glanced at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he cleared his throat. Just when Bi Xie thought he was going to say something to her, he closed his eyes again to rest.
Arrogant and awkward.
Bi Xie's lips twitched. Judging from the current situation, he was going to abduct her to the Kingdom of Ye Xi.
She suddenly remembered something and quickly asked Ru Hua, "What are the villain's current levels of corruption and happiness?"
Ru Hua immediately said, "His corruption value is 90, and his happiness value was reset to zero after his rebirth."
As expected, Bi Xie wasn't too surprised. After waiting a while, Lin Jinwei returned, bringing in a roast chicken, two sesame cakes, and a water jug. He sat down in front, holding a riding whip, and said, "Your Highness, I have already informed His Majesty. I expect that the people His Majesty sent will arrive to meet us in a few days."
Han Yun gave a listless "hmm".
Bi Xie glanced at him and noticed that his voice was terribly hoarse and his face was even redder.
The carriage started moving again. Bi Xie broke off a chicken leg, wrapped it in oil paper, and handed it to him. "Don't sleep, have some." He then handed him a water pouch, thinking to himself: Why did Lin Jinwei only give me a water pouch?
Han Yun slowly opened his eyes. Perhaps due to the exhaustion from traveling all night, the sharp and cold glint in his eyes softened somewhat. He said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to eat. I have no appetite and I'm not hungry." He really had no appetite. The smell of these greasy things made him feel nauseous and want to vomit.
Bi Xie frowned and reached out to touch his forehead. "Are you feeling unwell?" His face was unusually red. He was weak and had been swimming for so long without changing out of his wet and cold clothes. He might have a fever.
"Don't touch me!" He frowned and pushed her away, hissing as he stepped back to the side, staring coldly at her. "Liar!"
Bi Xie felt the urge to twitch his lips again, and said helplessly, "What did I lie to you about?" The original owner didn't cheat him out of money or sex. Although the villain was reborn with memories of his previous life, in the current timeline, the original owner hadn't tricked him into drinking poisoned wine, and there was no scene last night where he was made to listen to a live sex show.
He pursed his lips, staring intently at her, and hissed through gritted teeth, "You said you'd marry me after winning the battle, but you didn't! You came to Nuanjiao Pavilion to listen to me play the zither, but you never told me that you'd already been betrothed by the Empress. Everyone in the capital knows that you, General Xu, are going to marry Young Master Ning, but I was kept in the dark..."
As he spoke, his eyes welled up with tears, turning as red as a rabbit's.
Bi Xie had no rebuttal. She couldn't very well say that she wasn't the original owner and that she shouldn't take the blame, could she?
"Alright, I was wrong, it was my fault, I lied to you," Bi Xie said guiltily in a low voice. "You should eat something, we still have a long way to go. If you don't eat something and fall ill on the road, the Imperial Guards will have to stop..."
"I'm not that delicate!" he said in a muffled voice. "Even if I die from illness, it's none of your business. Don't raise me like a child! I'm sixteen! I could have gotten married long ago!" He grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth. When he said the last sentence, his face seemed to turn even redder, and his ears were as red as if they were about to bleed.
Bi Xie suddenly remembered that the original owner seemed to have used the excuse of "you are too young" to delay sharing a room with him.
That's true. A child you raised yourself will always look small no matter how old they get. The original owner wanted to give him a beautiful memory when they got married, but she never expected so many things to happen later.
She ate some food hastily, but didn't drink any water.
There's only one water pouch. If Han Yun drinks from it, and then she drinks from it, wouldn't that be equivalent to an indirect kiss?
She didn't care, but he resisted so much when she reached out to touch his forehead, so she decided not to bother him.
After an unknown amount of time of bumpy travel, Bi Xie finally couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep.
She actually had a dream.
She lay on her side on the couch, the bed curtains hanging down, and she could vaguely see a slender and handsome young man sitting at the table. The melodious sound of the zither flowed from his pale fingertips, beautiful and resonant, the music deep and moving.
The piano is beautiful, and the beauty is even more stunning.
She lifted a corner of the curtain, smiling softly as she looked at him. Their eyes met, and his face flushed red. He looked at her shyly and timidly, and plucked the strings of his zither more urgently, as if telling a long-hidden love story.
When the song ended, the boy was about to play again, but she gently beckoned with her finger, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at him, saying, "Come here."
He obediently put down his violin and went over, his face flushed and he didn't dare to look at her, but she held his hand and whispered with concern, "Practicing the violin must be tough, right?"
He hurriedly said, "It's not bitter, it's not as hard as the general's battles." His eyes were sparkling with tiny stars, clear and bright. "I heard the general won another battle. The general is really amazing!"
The person on the couch chuckled softly: "How old is Han Yun this year?"
The boy glanced at her nervously and shyly: "I'll be sixteen in six months." He was no longer a child; he was old enough to marry her.
She rose from the couch, casually bending one leg, pulled the young man into her arms, and teased him by lifting his chin, "Then after Han Yun's sixteenth birthday, how about the General marries you into the manor?"
His face flushed even more, like the sunset glow, and he murmured shyly, expectantly, and anxiously, "General, are you really willing to marry me? If I marry you, they will laugh at you."
She deliberately frowned: "So Han Yun doesn't want to marry the general?"
He panicked and hurriedly stared at her, saying in a flustered voice, "I'm willing, Han Yun is willing, Han Yun wants to follow the General forever, Han Yun... dreams of the General every day..."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow: "What did you dream about the general?"
He didn't speak, burying his head in her arms like a shy cat. "And what about the General? Has the General thought of Han Yun? Has he dreamed of Han Yun?"
"No," she answered crisply.
The person in her arms immediately pursed their lips and let out a very soft hum. Seeing that she only smiled, they hummed loudly again. This coquettish behavior left her helpless, and she could only tell the truth, "Every night I dream of battlefields, where either the enemy dies or my own soldiers die. For me, they are all nightmares..."
The boy's shoulders trembled slightly, his arms tightened, and he tilted his head back to gently kiss her neck, as if to comfort her, "When the war is over, Han Yun will play the zither for the general every day, and Han Yun will follow the general wherever he goes, so that Han Yun will be in the general's dreams, and they will be sweet dreams!"
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