The Eternal Regret blade, forged from cold iron, was casually wrapped in cloth and slung across his back.
Yin Gezhi raised his eyes and said very seriously: “A martial arts hero never parts from his sword and blade.”
“Nonsense!” Feng Yue gritted her teeth: “What do you have to do with martial arts heroes? Can’t you just relax while drinking tea?”
“No.” His eyes flickering, Yin Gezhi glanced at her and said: “I’m afraid someone might have designs on this blade.”
Feng Yue: “…”
Her guilty conscience instantly quelled her anger. She wiped her face and sat down beside him, picking up the mung bean cakes that had scattered from the plate earlier and arranging them neatly before holding them out to him with a smile: “How could that be? Besides Xu Huaizu, who else would want the blade?”
Giving her a deep look, Yin Gezhi nodded: “True.”
Then he elegantly picked up a clean mung bean cake and began eating, showing no intention of removing the blade.
Feng Yue ground her teeth, watching his movements while thinking of ways to get that thing off his back.
Strip his clothes!
But wouldn’t that be too great a sacrifice on her part? Although she didn’t usually mind such things, in the current situation, getting intimate with Yin Gezhi made her uncomfortable! No, there were too many shadows in her heart!
Just as she turned to retreat, she came face to face with two hopeful faces outside the window.
An Shichong bowed slightly to her, his gaze sincere. Xu Huaizu silently mimed crying bitter tears, even wetting his lower eyelids with saliva! Looks as if he couldn’t go on living without her help!
What misfortune! It was entirely his fault, so why did the karma fall on her? Her beautiful face twisted as she narrowed her eyes and made a fierce throat-slitting gesture at Xu Huaizu!
Yin Gezhi found it strange. Following her gaze, he saw only the wind moving through the trees outside the window, autumn leaves falling in scattered patterns, nothing else.
When he turned back, the beauty before him had restored her charming smile, hand propping up her chin as she blinked at him.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Yin Gezhi asked: “Why did you change into women’s clothes? Aren’t you supposed to be careful while traveling?”
“Oh my, with makeup this thick, who could recognize me?” She tapped his chest reproachfully with her index finger and said coquettishly: “This servant suddenly missed these clothes, so I had someone bring them to wear.”
As she spoke, her wrist flicked, sending the red silk flying out to land on his shoulders, sliding smoothly into his arms and stopping suggestively at a certain spot.
His body stiffened as Yin Gezhi looked up at her: “What are you trying to do?”
“Listen to how Young Master speaks, could this servant possibly eat you up?” Smiling, Feng Yue sat in his lap and drew circles on his chest: “I just suddenly wanted to see Young Master in that white outfit, the one this servant sewed myself.”
Looking down at his clothes, then at the person in his arms, Yin Gezhi’s expression became strange: “Are you blind? This is the outfit you sewed.”
Feng Yue: “…”
Coughing awkwardly twice, she stamped her foot: “Oh! So that’s why you always wear it and won’t take it off, you like the clothes this servant made? Why didn’t you say so earlier? This servant brought a measuring tape, take off your outer clothes and let me measure you, I’ll make you another set when I return!”
She was going all out! Heaven knows how troublesome it is to make clothes, and although she had learned needlework, she wasn’t particularly skilled…
Yin Gezhi pondered for a moment as if weighing whether it was worth it, glancing toward the windowsill before nodding: “Very well.”
Her eyes brightened, and Feng Yue immediately reached out to strip his clothes. Her fingers moved quickly, and Yin Gezhi felt his back lighten as the Eternal Regret blade fell.
“Young Master.” Feng Yue looked up, smiling sweetly: “Let this servant hold onto this for you?”
Yin Gezhi stared at her and shook his head: “It’s too heavy, I’ll do it myself.”
“This servant can manage.”
“I can manage too.”
Their facial expressions remained normal; looking at their faces alone, one would think the atmosphere was harmonious, full of romantic feelings.
However, looking down, there were four hands gripping the Eternal Regret blade tightly – delicate jade hands trying to pull it one way, while steel-like palms refused to give an inch! The sight made cold sweat pour down the faces of the two heads watching from the window.
Come on! Miss Feng Yue!
In terms of strength, Feng Yue couldn’t compete. So she had to rely on acting!
Biting her lip, tears instantly welled up in her eyes as she looked up at him pitifully: “Do you trust this servant so little? Am I the kind of person who would covet this blade?”
His gaze faltered slightly, and Yin Gezhi became distracted, actually loosening his grip.
Take advantage of this moment! Feng Yue cried softly while using all her strength to snatch the blade and throw it toward the window!
“Bang!” Xu Huaizu was struck dizzy, seeing stars as he hugged the blade while An Shichong quickly dragged him away from the scene.
Feng Yue immediately wrapped her arms around Yin Gezhi’s waist to prevent him from giving chase, waiting until she saw the two men climb over the wall before finally releasing a sigh of relief.
Mission accomplished!
A cold aura began to spread, and the spine of someone who had been rejoicing suddenly chilled. She immediately tried to withdraw her hands.
However, it was too late.
Yin Gezhi looked furious, truly enraged. He grabbed her hands and pressed her onto the bed, his eyes half-closed as he asked coldly: “You deceived me?”
Swallowing nervously, Feng Yue shook her head: “Young Master, I had no choice!”
“I trusted you so much, yet you deceived me.” His eyes showed deep disappointment and hurt as Yin Gezhi’s voice grew hoarse: “I thought that even as enemies, you wouldn’t have the heart to use me.”
How could she not have a heart? If she could use him, she’d use him completely without hesitation!
Though she thought this way, seeing him so hurt made Feng Yue feel genuinely guilty: “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
Yin Gezhi pressed his lips together, and under the surge of anger and fury, he directly lowered his head and kissed her!
Feng Yue moved to push him away, but the man above her seemed to read her mind, saying softly: “Do you despise me so much?”
Well, it would be a bit much to push someone away right after using them. Feng Yue steeled herself, closed her eyes, and let him kiss her!
But as they kissed, she inexplicably felt her body growing hot, unconsciously arching to get closer to him.
Feng Yue felt ashamed – this was a beast above her, the son of her enemy! How could she think of such things?
However, getting this small response from her, Yin Gezhi became proactive, completely unlike his previous passive waiting for her attention. Instead, he was like a devil from hell, pulling her down bit by bit.
“No…”
“Don’t speak.” His cold voice had taken on a passionate tone, as if able to bewitch people’s hearts, slowly stealing away their reason.
Just before completely losing her reason, Feng Yue successfully convinced herself, thinking: Just treat it like visiting a pleasure house!
Hugging his blade in wild joy, Xu Huaizu had no idea what good deed he had facilitated. He just seriously practiced the secret manual, afraid his master would take the blade again next time.
However, he thought too much. The next day, his master’s attitude was very kind, looking at him as if he were his own son, his gaze full of fatherly love.
Trembling as he hugged his blade tightly, Xu Huaizu hid behind An Shichong and asked quietly: “What’s wrong with Master?”
An Shichong, who had just returned with news from outside, said seriously: “Emperor Wen of Wei has ordered a reinvestigation of the case of General Guan’s family’s alleged treason and collusion with the enemy. Master is probably happy because he can make amends for past wrongs.”
“What did you say?” Feng Yue jumped out from behind Yin Gezhi, staring at him and asking: “Reinvestigation of the Guan family case?!”
“Yes.” Startled by her intense reaction, An Shichong pressed his lips together: “The streets are buzzing with talk about it.”
The heart that had just been entangled in romantic feelings instantly sank. Feng Yue turned her head to look at Yin Gezhi and asked: “Does Your Highness think that if the Guan family’s case is overturned, I won’t hold a grudge anymore?”
Yin Gezhi lowered his eyes: “I didn’t think that.”
But at least it could atone for some sin. They couldn’t let the Guan family bear this charge forever, unable even to erect a memorial tablet.
“Mm, then thank you, Your Highness.” Nodding, Feng Yue adjusted her clothes and stepped across the threshold: “Since we’ve received the news about the Guan family, this servant will take her leave.”
“Feng Yue.” Yin Gezhi frowned slightly: “Are you angry?”
“I’m not angry.” Not stopping her steps, Feng Yue waved casually as she walked: “It’s just that these past few days my mind hasn’t been working well, I forgot what I should be doing, too busy watching your drama. Now the time is right, I should go do other things.”
Striding to catch up with her, Yin Gezhi said in a deep voice: “What you want to do needs careful consideration, don’t destroy everything in the process.”
“Haven’t you been holding me back just because you’re afraid I’ll destroy everything and hurt your Imperial Father?” Speaking softly, Feng Yue’s eyes and brows were full of smiles as she coquettishly pushed his shoulder and pointed behind him: “Your two disciples still don’t know what happened, this servant will leave, you should stay and make up an explanation.”
“Guan Qingyue!” Yin Gezhi grabbed her hand, his eyes showing rare anxiety: “Can’t you wait a bit longer? What good will it do the Guan family if you kill him now? The case hasn’t been overturned yet, you can’t even erect a memorial tablet!”
“I’m not in a hurry, but I can’t let you keep wasting my time here either.”
Wasting time? Yin Gezhi’s face darkened as he asked through gritted teeth: “Being with me is wasting time?”
How could someone who had shared such warmth just last night become so distant by morning? Wasn’t it said that when a woman gives her body to someone, her heart follows? Why was Guan Qingyue completely immune to such rules?!
Turning back to throw him a flirtatious glance, Feng Yue smiled sweetly: “Why does Your Highness persist so? You don’t look like your usual lofty immortal self, more like an impulsive young man.”
With that, she pulled her wrist from his grip, her red clothes floating like a butterfly as she drifted out of the courier station’s main gate, melting into the flowing crowd.
Standing at the doorway for a long while, Yin Gezhi lowered his eyes and counted on his fingers.
Delaying for these three days was already quite an achievement on his part. If she had no feelings, no matter how much effort he put in, it would only amount to shameless pestering.
To think that the great Crown Prince Yin would end up in such a state…