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San Chun was feeling a deep sense of entanglement when she suddenly heard soft snoring beside her; it turned out he had fallen asleep.
She wiped her sweat and secretly felt relieved. If she continued to hold on, she didn't know if she could resist his ultimate temptation, or if she would just kick him away, or simply leap over to him. After all, he was known as the most handsome man in Wei Kingdom.
As the night grew deeper, she didn't have the courage to wake him up, nor did she dare to kick him out. She could only sleep awkwardly beside him. He was very close to her, his breath brushing against her ear, leaving her unsure of where to place her hands and feet.
The originally spacious carriage felt a bit cramped with two people sleeping in it.
After a night of discomfort, her limbs and lower back were sore. The next morning, when she woke up, the caravan had not yet broken camp. She hurriedly jumped down from the carriage, partly because her stomach was churning uncomfortably and needed relief, and partly because she felt embarrassed to face him.
The first night had been bearable since she was drunk and unaware, but after spending an entire night with him, their hands and feet brushing against each other like a married couple, her heart was still racing.
After lingering outside for a while, she climbed back up only when someone urged them to break camp.
At this moment, Zhong Xue was already awake, leaning against the carriage while flipping through a book. His hair was loose, wearing only a silk undergarment, one leg slightly bent on the cushion. His somewhat languid appearance gave off an alluring vibe.
San Chun took a deep breath and was about to crawl over his leg when he suddenly grabbed her. He lifted his gaze from the book and asked, "Where have you been? I had a hard time finding you."
Her face turned red for a moment as she pretended to cough painfully twice. "The air inside the carriage isn't very fresh." Especially if one accidentally let out a fart; that smell would be even worse.
"Oh?" He raised his eyelids to look at her. "Go get some food."
She felt helpless and lifted the curtain of the carriage to give instructions outside. Then, taking advantage of the moment when he withdrew his leg, she quickly returned to her original position.
Zhong Xue didn't stop her; he just smiled and continued reading his book.
Breakfast was served, consisting of two bowls of light rice porridge and a plate of vegetables. San Chun picked up one bowl and gently stirred it with a spoon, stealing glances at him from time to time. She initially thought he was reading some court reports from the Wei Kingdom, but the colorful illustrations on the silk scroll made her suspicious about what strange things they might depict.
Lost in thought, his warm breath brushed against her, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing..." She got flustered and burned her mouth on the hot porridge, wincing in pain.
Zhong Xue chuckled softly and continued to look at his treasure.
She resumed drinking her porridge, but before she could finish the bowl, the carriage suddenly jolted violently, spilling the remaining half all over her lap. The scalding liquid made her grit her teeth as she cursed inwardly, "Which bastard made me spill my porridge?"
Zhong Xue was startled as well and lifted the curtain of the carriage to look outside.
The commotion was caused by people from Zhao Kingdom; dozens of their carriages were lined up across the road, forming barriers that completely blocked the way. Young Master Ji Xun stood at the front of the convoy, chest out and fearless. His hanging sleeves billowed in the wind like a pair of butterfly wings, creating an ethereal impression.
Zhong Xue frowned and stepped down from the carriage slowly, "Your Highness, why are you blocking the road?"
Ji Xun smiled coldly, "Lord Jun, do you know that in this superficial world, everyone is competing for fame, profit, and even women? The winners are so few while the losers are so many. Do you know why?"
Zhong Xue found it amusing, "What is it?"
Ji Xun adjusted his sleeves and replied slowly, "Because most people are used to underestimating their opponents."
This time it was Zhong Xue's turn to smirk; indeed, he had underestimated her. She hadn't expected the usually gentle Young Master Ji Xun to be waiting here to catch her off guard.
"Your Highness has quite a clever scheme, but do you really think that with just a mere hundred men you can block the Great Wei cavalry?"
The cavalry guards trained by Chengyang Jun are the most valiant and skilled in the Seven Kingdoms, known as the Demon Soldiers. Young Master Ji Xun is not a military general, nor does he have an advantage in numbers.
Ji Xun straightened his back and said, "Whether I can be stopped or not, today I must keep San Chun."
Zhong Xue snorted through his nose, "She is not the same person as before. Moreover, how do you know she will agree to follow you?"
Ji Xun countered, "How do you know she won't?"
Zhong Xue was at a loss for words. He had seen Yan Dan joyfully run towards him countless times in the past. Now, if San Chun were to choose, he had little confidence in which option she would pick.
Ji Xun also lacked confidence. He could not conclude whether this San Chun was the same person from back then. If she wasn't, then everything he did today would be in vain. But regardless of whether she was or not, he had to try; otherwise, he would regret it for life.
He said, "Whether she agrees or not must be asked of me first. Lord Jun is not someone who forces others against their will, right?"
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhong Xue's eyes. San Chun noticed it and felt a shock in her heart. Given his ruthless nature, she was already worried for Ji Xun even before the battle began.
Although she had only met this Zhao Country Prince a few times, deep down, she did not wish for him to suffer any harm.
Taking a deep breath, without waiting for them to summon her, she lifted the curtain of the carriage and stepped out.
First, she bowed to Zhong Xue and then to Ji Xun. "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I am very fond of Lord Jun and willingly wish to stay by Lord Jun's side to serve him. We are merely strangers on the road; I ask Your Highness not to trouble yourself over this matter."
Ji Xun smiled wryly, "Do you truly think so?"
"Indeed."
He only felt a bitterness in his mouth. Back then, he had been one step ahead of Zhong Xue. Could it be that history is repeating itself, and she has already...
Since that was the case, there was no need to stay any longer. He stepped onto the carriage, feeling an indescribable sensation in his heart.
Could her words be true?
The words of that person from before were not entirely true either; sometimes they would joke with him and deceive him.
A man must have ambition. But once, while they were out playing and couldn't find their way home, they were so hungry that their stomachs were touching their backs. They wanted to buy something to eat but found that there wasn't a single coin in their bag. Just then, they noticed a Teahouse by the roadside selling buns. The two of them stared at the buns for a while, saliva dripping down and wetting the buns.
The vendor, seeing how cute they looked, handed them two buns.
At that moment, Yan Dan patted his shoulder and earnestly told him, "A Xun, a man must have ambition and not eat food given for free. Do you understand?"
"I understand." He nodded heavily, deciding he would rather starve than eat the buns.
He turned to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he was already holding two buns and munching on them. While chewing, he sweetly smiled at him, not leaving even a bite for him.
Would she now be like that person, deceiving him?
He desperately wanted to believe this but didn't know whether to trust it or not. There was even a greater doubt: is she really her? This thought tormented him, and no matter how hard he tried to shake it off, it lingered.
San Chun stood still, watching Ji Xun's convoy gradually leave. A sense of desolation suddenly filled her heart. They hadn't met many times; their feelings shouldn't be very deep, yet she felt that her words must have hurt his heart.
Zhong Xue walked over and softly said, "Are you afraid I will kill him, which is why you won't go with him?"
She didn't know how to respond, only remaining silent. She was indeed afraid that he would kill her.
With a light sigh, he gently brushed his fingers through her hair on her shoulder. "It's windy, let's go to the carriage."
San Chun turned to look at him; the affection in his eyes was unfamiliar to her. She preferred to see him fierce and fiery, someone she knew how to deal with, but now...
"Do you want to take it back, Lord Jun?"
He nodded and suddenly embraced her from behind. It was a tight hug, his arms locking around her body, pulling her closer as if trying to merge into her bones. She turned her head and saw him with his eyes closed, his hair cascading down with his robe. Their cheeks touched, his face expressionless, yet a tear slipped from his eye...
"Don't leave me?" he whispered softly, and surprisingly, she sensed a hint of vulnerability from him, entirely different from his usual demeanor.
She didn't know how to answer and could only offer him a bitter smile. Whether to leave or not wasn't something she could decide.
She recalled asking him yesterday why he wanted to keep her by his side.
Holding the Bamboo Slip, he smiled faintly. "I never think there are too many women."
Just a woman? She didn't know how many women Chengyang Jun had. Perhaps he also mistook her for someone from his memories like Jing Ren did.
Regarding this matter, she had consulted Kazama. This personal guard of Chengyang Jun told her that Lord Jun once had someone he liked who later died. San Chun speculated that it was probably the person she saw in the grave at Horse Riding Slope. In such situations, stories often portray a young gentleman meeting a graceful maiden in his youth, and after her death, he travels far and wide collecting substitutes for her. Then he sees her and mistakes her for the reincarnation of that person, bringing her into his residence as a substitute, perhaps even bestowing upon her a title like 'Lady'.
"Let's go." Reluctantly, she obediently climbed into the carriage.
At least this Zhong Xue was reasonable and wouldn't act forcefully like the Crown Prince of Qin, disregarding everything else.
Zhong Xue looked at her back and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Even if given countless opportunities, she still seemed to care more about Ji Xun in her heart...
Upon entering Chengyang Junfu again, this place had become quite familiar to her, having come and gone three times.
Zhong Xue seemed to truly regard her as his woman, as he brought her straight into his courtyard. There lived various women of his, truly as he said, enough to form a large Dance Troupe.
From the moment he stepped through the gate, he dragged her along, and along the way, she could hear the sound of many eyes popping out.
Many people heard the news that Lord Jun had brought back a stunning beauty and rushed out to watch, eager to see just how beautiful this Concubine was. A group of Concubines and servants occasionally appeared to pay their respects to Zhong Xue, while those who rarely showed up made a special trip to pass by her. However, most only saw Chengyang Jun pulling along a handsome young man; as for the Concubine, she was hardly noticed.
Among them were the two who had once pushed her into the Lotus Pond, Tsukihime and Dream Consort. Upon seeing her, they appeared quite surprised.
Zhong Xue ignored the onlookers entirely and handed her over to the Steward's maid in the residence, instructing her to take good care of her before leaving.
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