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The days spent together always felt too short. Zhao Xiaotian, the lord of Idle Manor, arrived with a large entourage, having learned of something from an unknown source, and made his way to Red Sleeve Pavilion.
At that moment, He Hongxiu was personally peeling grapes to feed He Wanwan, while Zhao Qixian willingly fanned the little girl beside her.
He Wanwan mumbled in a sweet voice, “Daddy is the best. With Daddy here, Mother lets Wan Wan eat grapes…”
He Hongxiu laughed and scolded her, “You’re taking advantage and acting coy. Just focus on eating; be careful I don’t regret it.”
Hearing the term “Daddy” made Zhao Qixian feel particularly uncomfortable. He discussed with He Wanwan, “Don’t call him Daddy; let’s hear you call him ‘A Die’ instead.”
Upon hearing this, He Hongxiu glanced at him with eyes filled with suppressed affection and sorrow for Zhao Ce.
However, He Wanwan was quite insistent on the matter: “Wan Wan has A Die; you came later…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted: “Even if you want to call him A Die, I won’t agree!” He Hongxiu’s expression changed at those words, and she threw the half-peeled grape directly at the newcomer.
Seeing who had arrived, Zhao Qixian quickly stood up. “Father!”
Zhao Xiaotian effortlessly caught the flying grape and said sternly, “Get ready; aren’t you coming home with me?”
Zhao Qixian hesitated for a moment and turned to look at He Hongxiu.
She stood up gracefully, a charming smile on her face. “Master Chao of the Manor, do you think you can come and go as you please in my Red Sleeve Pavilion?”
She raised her hand, and members of the Pavilion hidden in the shadows revealed themselves. “Moreover, have you even asked my Husband if he’s willing to go with you?”
Zhao Xiaotian spat, "Hmph! Demoness, how shameless! Who is your Husband?!"
Zhao Qixian stepped forward and said, "Father, I have indeed married He Hongxiu..."
"Good and evil cannot coexist. As the Young Master of Idle Manor, how can you be entangled with He Hongxiu?!" Zhao Xiaotian interrupted him.
The smile on He Hongxiu's face faded: "It was Miao Qingshan who told you that Zhao Qixian was at Red Sleeve Pavilion, wasn't it?" It had to be.
Thinking back to what he had said when he left that day, she should have anticipated that he wouldn't let her go so easily.
"Goodness, good and evil cannot coexist. I am indeed the Demoness of a cult, and anyone who wants me, without my permission, will not step out of Red Sleeve Pavilion!"
This was the first time Zhao Qixian saw such a side of He Hongxiu. Her gaze was sharp, and she radiated a fierce aura. This feeling was eerily similar to Miao Qingshan... His head began to throb.
Before him, scenes flashed by in a blur, one after another, too fast to grasp.
When his mind finally cleared, Zhao Xiaotian and He Hongxiu were already locked in combat.
The sword's edge was fierce, cutting through the cold wind as Zhao Xiaotian showed no mercy; the soft whip danced gracefully, darting left and right—though it flowed seamlessly, it only defended and did not attack.
Zhao Qixian covered He Wanwan's eyes and carried her to the back hall. By the time he returned after comforting He Wanwan, the tide of battle had changed dramatically; He Hongxiu had fallen to the ground, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Zhao Xiaotian's sword was poised at her neck, ready to press down. Unable to contain himself, he exclaimed, "Father, don't!"
A crisp sound echoed as something struck the blade, forcing it to veer off course with great force.
Everyone looked up in unison. A man in dark robes with flowing black hair descended lightly beside He Hongxiu, pulling her protectively behind him. "My sister, Miao Qingshan, does not need Master Chao of the Manor to teach her a lesson!"
Sister? Zhao Qixian stood frozen in place. Miao Qingshan was He Hongxiu's brother?
He Hongxiu shook him off. "Don't think that I will be grateful for this!" Miao Qingshan did not respond but instead asked, "Hongxiu, your martial arts are clearly on par with Master Chao of the Manor. Why did you lose to him?"
He Hongxiu's gaze fixed directly on Zhao Qixian as she said, "I cannot fight him. He is Zhao Qixian's father; if I hurt him, Zhao Qixian would be heartbroken..."
Miao Qingshan sighed with concern, "So you'd rather let him hurt himself? Silly sister..."
A headache surged again.
A familiar voice flashed rapidly through Zhao Qixian's mind: "I cannot fight him; he is your brother. If I hurt him, you will be heartbroken."
A distant yet familiar feeling washed over him, causing his head to throb painfully, yet his thoughts were remarkably clear. Memories surged like a tide, replaying vividly in his mind as if they were happening just yesterday.
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