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After he woke up, he left me alone at the bottom of the cliff. I had no martial arts skills, and while it was easy to come down, climbing back up was difficult. The process of me slowly finding a way to ascend the cliff took a full month.
If it were any other time, I would have caught some cicadas or grasshoppers to roast and eat, but for some reason, I had no appetite these days. My only thought was to leave this cliff bottom behind.
This place reminded me of the moments when we were tightly close together. Back then, I softly said to Shu Zhan Yan, “Wake up quickly, Shu Zhan Yan.”
I never expected that the Seventeenth Prince would haunt me. Just as I made my way back to the surface, he caught me again. Heaven truly had a way of treating me well, binding me deeply with the royal bloodline.
“Master, do you think Shu Zhan Yan will come? Will he hand over the account book?”
Feng Huai Jin brazenly replied, “The gentle abode is a hero's grave; a beautiful woman can end all heroes. He will come; he is interested in this woman.”
Previously, Feng Huai Jin called me “young lady,” but now referred to me as “that woman.” The heart of a man is indeed unpredictable, just like Shu Zhan Yan.
From their words, I learned that during this month, Shu Zhan Yan had obtained the account book detailing the Seventeenth Prince's private weapon purchases and was about to present it to the capital. I was captured just in time; they intended to use me as leverage against Shu Zhan Yan.
I candidly said, “He won’t come. He thinks I’m in cahoots with you; why would he come?”
But when I saw Shu Zhan Yan again, my eyes betrayed me and began to well with tears. Why did he have to come?
Choking on my words, I said to him, “That moment of passion was merely mutual benefit. Shu Zhan Yan, we owe each other nothing.”
Upon hearing this, Shu Zhan Yan paused slightly in his steps. He didn’t look at me again but raised the account book in his hand: “Feng Huai Jin, what kind of hero harms innocent people?” With that, he threw the account book away.
I didn’t know who pushed me; I nearly fell to the ground but landed in an embrace. I smelled a familiar scent, and my stomach churned with unease.
Embracing me could not bring warmth, and I was entangled in the three words "not related." He and I were unrelated, sigh, it truly hurt.
As I thought about it, tears began to fall from my eyes like rain.
Shu Zhan Yan furrowed his brows, as if he frowned every time he saw me. I must be quite annoying. He asked, "Ling Tan, why are you crying?"
"I'm one of them; what are you doing here?! Just let me die."
He silently led me out of the encirclement, away from the troubles, until we reached Anxi Street. Only then did I shake him off and run away.
...
A major news story unfolded in the capital: the Seventeenth Prince was colluding with foreign powers, hoarding weapons with the intent to rebel. Thanks to Minister of Justice Shu Zhan Yan, the charges were substantiated, and evidence was submitted to the court.
It turned out that Shu Zhan Yan was also a "thief," and the ledger he handed to Feng Huai Jin was fake. It seemed he could never trade a genuine item for me; apparently, I wasn't worth much.
Sigh—
As the warm sun poured down, I sat on the street with my legs crossed, gnawing on sugarcane. A young officer from the yamen jogged over and stopped in front of me, panting as he said:
"Ling Tan, our boss said to find you right now."
I spat out a piece of sugarcane pulp and replied, "Tell that kid I'm not free at the moment."
"Let me go find him? Why should I? Is it because he eats more?!"
The unknown little Zhan Yan wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke, "Sister Ling Tan, our leader said that Aunt Zhang from the east side of the village sent over some drunken shrimp..."
Before he could finish, I tossed aside the sugarcane and grabbed little Zhan Yan, hurrying along. "Oh no, if it gets too drunk, it won't taste good! Shu Zhan Ge is so thoughtless; how could he send a little shorty like you to call me? He should have sent someone faster!"
Little Zhan Yan followed behind me, feeling wronged as he muttered, "Just a moment ago, that kid was all about food. The moment there's something to eat, he calls for Shu Zhan Ge. Women are so fickle."
Upon entering Shu Zhan Yan's room, I was stunned.
The room was filled with various wildflowers, exuding a fragrant aroma that was exceptionally beautiful. Wait, what does this mean? Is he trying to tell me that one should seize the day while they can, or that wildflowers smell better than cultivated ones?
I found myself trapped in a black hole of conflicting thoughts.
"Ling Tan, I like you. I want to be with you," Shu Zhan Yan said gently, holding my shoulders with a tenderness that felt like flowing water.
The pink peach blossoms burst open around us, and I lowered my gaze, putting on an expression of "I don't understand your affection": "But I don't..." like you.
Before I could finish my rejection, he silenced me with his lips.
My whole body felt electrified, and my eyes widened in shock.
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