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But later, no matter how hard he tried, he could never eat more than her, and he was shocked to realize that Zhong Xue was indeed a foodie. Under her influence, he began to learn to wolf down his food, casting aside the elegant manners he had learned in the palace. Sometimes, in a bid to compete with her for speed, he would forget to wipe the grains of rice off his face.
Yan Dan teased him, saying he finally connected with the earth and became a bit more like a mortal.
He asked her why. She replied, "When I first saw you, I thought you were like an immortal, high above, making people want to get close but also afraid of being too forward."
Later, she found herself preferring the mortal version of him. She hoped he would always be this way, living happily and staying by her side without returning to the heights.
At that time, he found it amusing; after all, he was just a mortal. How could he possibly fly up there?
In the end, reality proved that the true immortal was her, not him. Otherwise, why did he always feel that she sometimes flew above him, watching him from that high place?
As if sensing his wandering thoughts, the ancient jade on his chest emitted a soft glow, and a slight warmth pressed against his skin and seeped into his heart. His heart trembled slightly as he unconsciously tightened his grip on the jade.
This jade was given to him by Yan Dan back then; it was a Soul-Connecting Jade. As long as the wearer sincerely thought of someone, that person would eventually come to their side. Moreover, this jade possessed a special magic that could bring someone back to life.
At that time, he thought she was joking because no matter how he looked at it, it seemed like an ordinary piece of jade—perhaps even less warm and beautiful than the family heirloom he often wore.
He jokingly said, "If one day you leave me first, I'll use this jade to bring you back to life."
At that time, he said this without taking it seriously and never imagined she would truly leave him first.
Until three years later, when she unfortunately passed away before him. He began to hope that what she said was true and prayed that she could really come back to life. So when collecting her remains, he wrapped this jade with her bones and buried it along with her clothes at Horse Riding Slope.
The last time Zhong Xue dug up the grave, he took advantage of the worship time to retrieve this ancient jade. To his surprise, he found that it had become much brighter than before; what had once seemed nearly transparent white had turned into a deep red—a strange red color as if blood had dripped onto it and then been buried underground for several years.
He didn't understand why this happened. Sometimes he would take it out and touch it, and each time felt a stirring in his heart as if someone had grabbed hold of it fiercely.
San Chun noticed something was off with his expression and couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He smiled faintly and placed a piece of chicken in her bowl. "You should eat more."
San Chun suddenly felt her face warm up. She stole a glance at him, but saw his smooth, fair face, deep black eyes, thick eyebrows, high nose, and perfectly shaped lips, all exuding nobility and elegance. This person was so beautiful he seemed almost otherworldly.
Her heart raced, every cell in her body clamoring; she was enchanted, completely captivated...
After they finished their meal, they strolled back to the Embassy. Ji Xun seemed very kind and did not put on airs with the servants. Even when she walked beside him, he showed no signs of displeasure. San Chun enjoyed walking alongside him; it felt as if they were a couple.
How she wished they could just keep walking like this...
The guard duty at the Embassy was actually quite simple: when the master sat inside, you stood at the door; when the master went out, you followed him wherever he went, even standing outside the restroom while he used it.
However, Ji Xun had a calm demeanor and rarely went out. Most of the time, he sat in his room, brewing a cup of tea and reading a scroll. He seldom met with others and was oblivious to outside matters, as if he had built an invisible wall around himself that pushed everyone outside. It was unclear what kind of person could enter that wall.
San Chun stood outside his door, often peeking through the crack to catch a glimpse of him. Dressed in white robes with dark patterned sleeves, seated on the floor, his skin resembled the pure white snow lotus of Kunlun Mountain, and his eyes were like the sacred waters at the mountain's peak... The way he slightly furrowed his brows made one feel a pang of pity at first sight; even the motion of turning pages was mesmerizing.
After watching for a long time, aside from daydreaming about him, she found it increasingly strange. With his aloof nature, he was hardly suited to be an ambassador for various countries; yet he had been sent here and there—recently serving as an envoy in Chu State and now coming to Wei Kingdom. But now that he was in Wei Kingdom, he hardly saw anyone, making it seem as if he were in solitary reflection.
Today, as usual, she stood outside Ji Xun's door for a long time. Her feet felt a bit numb as she pondered whether to find a place to sit when she noticed someone familiar walking by.
It was Zhong Yi. He wore warrior attire and exuded an extraordinary presence, quite different from when she had seen him in the Dance Troupe. It seemed he was doing well here.
She hurried over and playfully chatted with Zhong Yi. "Hello, Warrior Brother."
Zhong Yi glanced at her. "Aren't you one of Chengyang Jun's warriors?"
"Of course not. I'm just a soldier in the army."
Zhong Yi frowned slightly, "No matter who you are, if there is something to discuss, just say it. His Highness has commanded that Chengyang Jun must report everything."
San Chun secretly laughed in her heart; this person had followed Ji Xun and had developed a temper.
She did not expect Ji Xun to give such an order. Chengyang Jun honestly wanted her to be a spy, and Young Master Zhao also candidly informed her. This was indeed a rare pair of individuals. Were they truly honest, or did they have ulterior motives?
In fact, she did not have much to ask. If Chengyang Jun wanted her to be a spy, should she comply? Moreover, if a secret could be easily discovered, then it was no longer a secret. What she cared about was only Ji Xun...
Zhong Yi asked why the young master was on diplomatic missions in various countries and had not returned home for years. She couldn't help but feel curious, but still said, "This is what Zhao Wang wishes; he only wants the young master to live long."
San Chun immediately understood that if assassins could be encountered even in the Wei Kingdom, then it must be even more dangerous in the Zhao Palace. The reason Ji Xun traveled among various countries was not to establish connections but purely to seek refuge.
Knowing this made her feel a bit more pity for him; he, with his noble demeanor, was actually someone with a troubled fate. The only thing she could do for him was to stay more alert while guarding the door.
Yawning, she secretly vowed never to doze off again; she would keep her eyes wide open and ensure he would not suffer any harm.
Zhong Yi pouted and turned away, unable to stop herself from thinking that having this person guard the young master was quite foolish on the part of Chengyang Jun.
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