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Staring at him for a while, she finally came to her senses and asked, "Why are you here?"
Ji Xun smiled lightly, "It was permitted by my father."
She couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her brow. Zhao Wang allowed him to roam the palace, but surely not in such a revealing outfit meant to entice? However, having never seen him like this before, she couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
Ji Xun's lips curled up slightly, "What's wrong? Do you like what you see? I remember every word you said before, how you always wanted to see me playing the lute on the boat, and..." He took her hand and pressed it against his chest, his gaze carrying a hint of heat. "You said you wanted to touch it; now... how does it feel?"
San Chun felt her face burning. If there were a crack in the ground in front of her, she would definitely want to dive into it. That was a joke from when she was twelve; someone had praised Ji Xun's skin for being as smooth as a woman's, and she had insisted on touching him. But back then, he had refused everything and even hid from her for two or three days.
Her hand pressed against his skin was indeed as smooth and delicate as she had imagined. The warm and soft sensation made her palms sweat, and she wanted to pull away but was firmly held in place by him. He said, "Do you know how much courage it took for me to do this? If you don't enjoy touching it, wouldn't that be wasting my heartfelt intentions?"
As he spoke, his eyes smiled, his brows smiled, and his lips smiled—he looked so beautiful and charming, like a pure white Lily of the Valley blooming in the spring breeze.
San Chun involuntarily raised her other hand, her fingertips gently tracing along his brow and eyes before tremblingly landing on his forehead. The sensation and warmth at that moment felt just as wonderful as she had imagined. She had finally touched him after waiting so long and hoping for so many years...
In that moment, they seemed to return to those past days when they were mutually affectionate—shy yet charming in their hazy love. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips—his handsome face—every expression on it was so vivid, so beautiful, so gentle, and so intoxicating.
Ji Xun sensed the slight tremor of her fingertips and softly tempted her, "Feel free to do whatever you want."
She didn't know where her courage came from but suddenly leaned closer to him, her lips gently brushing against his forehead. "Is this what you mean?"
He paused for a moment before smiling slightly and pulling her closer against him. Lowering his gaze with a smile, he said, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."
Perhaps it was the enchanting night or the chaotic atmosphere; the two embraced by the lakeside under the night sky with their heads drawing closer together. Ji Xun clumsily began searching for her lips, eagerly wanting to taste her tongue again. However, she became coy, tightly clenching her teeth to reveal only a tiny bit of her tongue, making it impossible for his tongue to reach hers fully.
He became anxious, holding her tightly in his arms and gently licking her lips.
"Give it to me," he pleaded softly.
San Chun could not resist his gentle request and finally offered him her tongue. She felt a mix of joy and shyness, but mostly disbelief at his wild side that emerged once he shed his elegant facade.
The two kissed passionately, a flush rising on his face, beads of sweat glistening on his skin.
He took a breath and looked down at her. Her lips, stained with his ambiguous saliva, resembled freshly washed red cherries, yet they were far more delicate than the cherry stems. He couldn't help but reach out to gently tease them, gazing at her with infatuation. "You are truly beautiful."
A fine sheen of sweat appeared on San Chun's face, and her snow-white skin took on a faint pink hue, enhancing her beauty even more.
Ji Xun's affection deepened as he whispered, "Will you marry me?"
San Chun's heart trembled. "Are you proposing?"
He chuckled lightly. "What do you think I'm doing? I asked my father, I asked Ying, I asked many people to get this opportunity to express my feelings in front of you."
His feelings moved her, but thinking of Ying's treachery and the cold glint of the assassins' swords in the city filled her with resentment.
She said coldly, "You know about what happened in Handan?"
Ji Xun replied, "I didn't know at first, but when I ran into Qing and talked about you, I learned that you had gone through such things. I never expected my mother would make such a decision, but regardless, it was my fault. My mother has already been informed; it will not happen again. As for now..."
He stretched out his arms, presenting himself as if to say, "Do whatever you want. Hit me, bite me, tear me to pieces; I won't even frown."
Hitting him and tearing him to pieces was something she truly couldn't bring herself to do. However, biting him seemed like a good idea; she suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on his face.
Ji Xun covered his face, wincing in pain. "You really dare to bite."
She laughed, "You look much more pleasing like this."
She really didn't like the way he always carried himself, with an air of nobility, elegant speech, and a kind smile. If she had found him quite appealing before, now he felt completely out of place. She was San Chun, nothing more than an ordinary San Chun, no longer the so-called Prince Yan.
"Forget it," he sighed. "Everything is up to you now. Now that you've vented your anger, are you willing to agree to my request?"
San Chun raised an eyebrow. "Agree to what?"
"Marry me..."
She thought for a moment and finally nodded slowly. "Alright."
Her heart was leaping with joy; it hadn't been easy for them to reach this point. After so many years of thinking and waiting, he finally had the courage to propose to her.
Since Zhao Wang agreed, and Zhao Empress also consented, they had indeed achieved a happy ending. As for Ying, she never believed he would truly love her.
Ji Xun joyfully picked her up and kissed her repeatedly on the face, exclaiming, "Yan Dan, I love you, I love you."
She softly said, "Call me San Chun."
"Alright, San Chun, I love you, I love you." His voice echoed with cheers all around.
Infected by his enthusiasm, she couldn't help but feel excited as well. They laughed together, spinning in circles on the spot, then ran to the boat where he played music for her all night long. It was only when the light brightened that she quietly returned to Princess Ying's residence.
Today was the day Qing was returning home. She didn't even bother to have breakfast and quickly washed up before leaving the palace to see him off.
As she stepped outside, she ran into Princess Ying. Upon seeing her, Princess Ying feigned surprise, saying, "Oh, I thought you weren't coming back. Turns out you know how to return after all."
San Chun felt a bit embarrassed; she had tried to be quiet when she returned, so it was likely that Princess Ying had heard her. There was no time to be teased; she hurriedly bowed and took her leave. By the time she reached the palace gates, Qing had already been waiting there for quite some time.
Seeing her run over with a faint blush on her cheeks and a spring-like joy in her eyes that was hard to conceal, he sighed and joked, "What's this? Did your dreams come true with your beloved?"
San Chun's face turned slightly red as she smiled and replied, "You're allowed to get married, but I'm not allowed to find my own happiness?"
Qing pretended to be annoyed. "What kind of talk is that? I would love for you to have a happy life."
San Chun smiled back. "I was wrong; I lost track of time and made you wait."
Qing laughed and said, "Missing a moment is nothing; missing a lifetime would be troublesome. Ji Xun is a good person; he truly cares for you and is reliable. Following him may not lead to a glorious life, but it will certainly bring peace and joy. As long as he doesn't covet power, your life should be very happy."
She lightly hummed, thinking about when they would meet again, and her eyes couldn't help but redden. She took out the box of Mountain Snow Frog Fat from her pocket and handed it over. "I've wanted to give this to you for a long time, but I never had the chance. I just hope you can stay safe in the future and never get hurt again."
Qing accepted it and smiled, "With such a good thing, why didn't you take it out earlier? If you had, I could have used it when I was injured a while back."
San Chun was startled. "You were injured?"
"A few months ago, I got hurt once."
After returning to the Qin State, he cleared his name and was recognized as a nobleman by the Qin Wang again, but naturally, some people were dissatisfied. While in the Qin State, he had been ambushed multiple times. Once, he was caught off guard and got slightly injured, but it wasn't serious. His confrontation with Prince Autumn Walk had officially begun; both were determined to take each other's life. They fought openly in court and plotted assassinations in secret, seeing whose fate was greater and who could outlive whom.
Hearing him talk about these matters made San Chun's heart race as she recalled the assassination attempt in the Qin Palace. Autumn Walk was never an easy person to deal with; how could he possibly suffer a loss without retaliating?
She sighed, "Autumn Walk is not someone to provoke. You really shouldn't have tried to assassinate him back then."
Qing forced a smile; it wasn't that he wanted to kill anyone. This was all Chengyang Jun's idea, forcing him into a confrontation with Autumn Walk without any room for easing tensions. Only with internal strife in the Qin State would the threat to other nations diminish, allowing those who wanted to watch the chaos to enjoy themselves while profiting from it.
Thinking of this made him sigh deeply. "Chengyang Jun's schemes are indeed far-reaching; I really can't compare."
Zhong Xue was skilled in strategy and ruthless in action, which San Chun naturally understood. Few could stand against him; he might become the greatest threat to the other six states in the future.
She grasped his hand and whispered, "No matter what happens, you must stay cautious in the future. I don't want to one day have to bring you offerings for your spirit."
"Alright, I'll do as you say." Qing laughed heartily and lightly tapped her forehead with his finger.
"From now on, without me by your side, you must act with caution. Zhao Country is different from Niushan Village; danger lurks everywhere. Although Zhao Wang favors Ji Xun, he has so many sons, and who knows what might happen in the future."
San Chun nodded slightly. "As long as he remains true to me, I will walk the path to Yama's Hall with him."
Qing laughed and flicked her forehead. "What nonsense! You won't be going to Yama's Hall anytime soon. You will live well and have a long life."
San Chun smiled in response and added, "I hope we all live to be a hundred years old."
The two of them couldn't help but chuckle.
Looking at her vibrant face, Qing suddenly felt envious of Ji Xun. It was truly not easy for him to win her heart. She hoped he would treat her well in the future and never make her shed a single tear.
The two parted with tears in their eyes, standing in place as they watched the carriage disappear down the dirt road, leaving behind deep ruts. She felt quite unsettled inside.
In the future, when she married Ji Xun, she would become a citizen of Zhao Country. She truly hoped that like the Azure Wind Antelope, she and he would live happily together for a lifetime.
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