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Fu Yueze and Wang Ling left with satisfied smiles. As soon as they were gone, Fu Lianyin hurriedly tried to "win over" Yun Yang, thanking him for not putting her brother and sister-in-law in a difficult position.
"Madam, don't thank me too early," Yun Yang stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and said, "I have already made it clear before that the marriage of the Seventh Young Lady is not decided by the Third House, so don't hold onto too much hope."
"Regardless, Consort is here to once again plead with you on behalf of my brother and sister-in-law to visit the Second House," Fu Lianyin began to sob again, "Second Sister-in-law is not a heartless person; after all, we raised the Seventh Young Lady together. She won't completely disregard our feelings..."
"What does that have to do with 'feelings'?" Yun Yang frowned in annoyance and emphasized his words, "This is not only a matter of keeping promises but also concerns Second Brother's last wishes. How can this be taken lightly?!"
Seeing Yun Yang's change in expression, Fu Lianyin stopped sniffling and wiped her nose, saying, "So... Sir, did you just agree to my brother and sister-in-law out of obligation?"
"What do you mean by 'out of obligation'?" Yun Yang was truly angry this time and sternly questioned, "Fu Family, your words are becoming increasingly reckless! I merely stated my position to prevent you from holding onto too much hope. When has it become impossible to deal with the Second House?"
"It's all Consort's fault; I couldn't hold my tongue when I got anxious," Fu Lianyin said with a sorrowful face. "As long as you agree to go to the Second House and communicate with Second Sister-in-law, Consort will be eternally grateful and ask for nothing more."
"Mm." Yun Yang grunted lightly and stopped responding.
In the evening, Yun Yang indeed went to the Second House.
As soon as he returned to the Western Courtyard, Fu Lianyin rushed over and eagerly asked, "Sir, how was Second Sister-in-law? Sir..."
Yun Yang coldly shook his head. Fu Lianyin felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her; she bit her lip and asked, "Is it because of me? Or does she think Yi Hang is unworthy of the Seventh Young Lady?"
Yun Yang's expression darkened as he frowned and replied, "Neither. It’s solely because it concerns Second Brother's last wishes; no one can go against them. Second Sister-in-law cannot decide this matter, let alone you or me?!"
Fu Lianyin curled her lips in a cold smile: "Using 'last wishes' as an excuse, who knows what the Yue Clan is really thinking, or if they have any grievances against me. They don't show me any mercy, making it impossible for me to explain to my brother and Sister-in-law. Yue Clan, you are ruthless!"
As she thought this, the corners of her phoenix eyes, filled with fine lines, trembled slightly. Her pale face was shrouded in a dark mist, making it unclear. Yun Yang, seeing this, grew more disdainful and impatient. At the same time, as if sensing her inner anger, he mocked coldly: "Madam, have you forgotten? Many years ago, how much we hoped to be connected with the Han Wangfu through marriage. But in the end, what happened? The Han Wang and Wangfei only wanted to ally with the Jin Wangfu and didn't care about Xin'er at all. I heard that Li Yurong, the Princess, married a year ago, which is why the Han Wang and Wangfei remembered Seventh Young Lady." Yun Yang vented years of dissatisfaction in one breath. "What? Do you really think Xin'er has no one to marry and must have the Han Wangfu?"
Yun Yang's words were delivered at a slow pace, neither hurried nor anxious, yet they carried a strong sense of intimidation. The Fu Family seemed to see how her husband, as the Deputy Minister of Justice, was unafraid of powerful forces. The last powerful warning made her heart tremble inexplicably, swallowing all her grievances.
"What my husband said is true; everything is due to my brother and sister-in-law missing their opportunity," Fu Lianyin feigned regret as she spoke. "And perhaps Seventh Young Lady and Yi Hang are not fated..." She sighed and drooped her face. "I can't blame anyone else."
Yun Yang said: "It's good that you understand, Madam. Please explain some things to the Han Wang and Wangfei. If that doesn't work, just repeat what I said earlier."
Repeat what I said earlier? Unless I want to completely sever ties with my family!
"The Consort wouldn't dare," Fu Lianyin gently touched the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and smiled lightly. "Don't worry; I'll handle this matter. Please rest assured..."
About ten months later, Yun Kexin was staying at the farm when Shan Yue suddenly barged into the courtyard without warning and shouted when she didn't see anyone:
"Seventh Sister! Shan Ling! Are you there? Come out quickly."
Shan Ling walked out from inside and complained: "Shan Yue, what's all this noise about? Seventh Sister is napping; keep your voice down."
"Hurry up and wake her up," Shan Yue said with barely contained joy in her eyes. "I promise she won't be angry when she finds out; she'll even thank me..."
"What's all this commotion about?" Yun Kexin rubbed her eyes as she appeared at the door of the west wing.
"Sister, come with me," Shan Yue ignored Shan Ling's questioning gaze and took Yun Kexin's hand to the center of the courtyard. Playfully covering her eyes with her hands, she said, "I'm going to give you a surprise."
"A surprise?" Yun Kexin was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What surprise? Why cover my eyes?"
"Since it's a surprise, of course you can't know in advance," Shan Yue chuckled as she shrank her neck. "I'll let go of my hands when I count to three; only then can Seventh Sister open her eyes."
Yun Kexin knew that Shan Yue was mischievous and often found ways to make people laugh. She was the joy of everyone, and it seemed today would be another instance of "same soup, different medicine" to make her smile, so she went along with it.
Shan Yue slowly loosened her grip, counting as she lightly ran over to Shanling. When she reached "three," a tall and upright man walked in through the courtyard gate, slowly approaching Yun Kexin. Shanling nearly gasped, prompting Shan Yue to cover her mouth and drag her into the room.
Yun Kexin opened her eyes, about to scold Shan Yue for "playing tricks" on her, but upon seeing the person in front of her, she gasped in surprise, her mouth agape. After a moment, she stammered:
"Jun, Young Lord..."
He had grown much taller than three years ago. His originally fair and handsome face had turned a sun-kissed bronze, radiating health and confidence. His dark eyes were even blacker and brighter than before, resembling two bright stars just before dawn—dazzling and captivating. The straight bridge of his nose reflected his determination, while his thin lips were slightly pursed with a hint of a smile—despite the bloody and brutal battlefield not making him rude or arrogant, he had become even more refined, stirring waves in her heart.
"It’s me, Yun Kexin!" Like a dream, Feng Yinxiao gazed at the Seventh Sister he had longed for day and night, unable to find his voice in excitement.
She had grown taller; where she once reached his shoulder, she now stood at his chin. Her face was even more beautiful than three years ago—delicate and smooth; her pair of bright eyes sparkled like autumn moonlight on a calm lake. Was it because of his presence? Feng Yinxiao's heart raced as he thought this while his gaze fell on her soft cherry lips from his memories. A hint of red crept onto his handsome face as he thought about wanting to...
But the gentle question from the beauty before him interrupted his reverie—
"When did Young Lord return to court?" Yun Kexin noticed that his dark eyes seemed to linger on her lips. Sensing what he might be thinking, her face flushed as she hurriedly asked.
"Last night," Feng Yinxiao replied, his gaze glued to the soft warmth before him. He struggled to suppress the stirring feelings within him and slowly continued, "As soon as I returned to the palace, I reported the situation of this campaign to the Emperor and handled some official matters before coming to find Yun Kexin."
Just as Yun Kexin was about to speak, Feng Yinxiao, seemingly aware of her thoughts, said leisurely:
"Yun Ke is still in the palace receiving rewards from the Emperor. I have good news for you: Yun Ke has been appointed as Deputy Commander in front of the hall..."
Although Yun Kexin already knew the answer from her previous life, hearing it from Feng Yinxiao made it hard for her not to feel excited. Her watery eyes sparkled brightly as she exclaimed:
"Really? The Emperor really conferred honors on brother Yun Ke?"
"He has been conferred," Feng Yinxiao replied gently, not mentioning his own achievements or rewards. In his dark eyes was only the sight of her flushed face filled with joy. His heart raced as he thought, "Duke of E State Mansion should have received the news by now."
"Brother has been awarded?! Just like in the previous life, he has become the Deputy Commander. This position is not easy for a newcomer like the Martial Champion. It must be that Yun Ke has achieved considerable military merit, and the Emperor has valued him highly, promoting him further. But will the upcoming succession cause disputes within the household again? She felt a bit uneasy.
'Young Lord, thank you for taking care of Brother Yun Ke these past three years,' Yun Kexin temporarily set aside her worries and smiled. 'Without you, there would be no Yun Ke.'
'Fool,' he couldn't help but reach out, affectionately stroking Yun Kexin's hair, humbly saying, 'Yun Ke is truly a rare talent in Great Taihe. The Tatars were initially very resistant, but later, as soon as they heard Yun Ke's name, they would flee in panic...'
'Oh, is it that exaggerated?' Yun Kexin believed in her brother's strength but tilted her head curiously at Feng Yinxiao's description, her lips curling into a light smile.
'Of course,' Feng Yinxiao suddenly nodded slightly, leaning closer to her, their faces as close as they had been three years ago. 'Why would I lie to Yun Kexin...' With each word, his warm breath brushed against Yun Kexin's delicate face. He suddenly lowered his voice to a whisper only they could hear, 'Yun Kexin, I miss you. For three years, I have thought of you constantly; my heart aches.'
Yun Kexin's heart skipped a beat as she took a deep breath: should she respond with the same words? Undeniably, over the past three years, she had thought of him countless times, recalling his unwavering affection across two lifetimes and cherishing their moments together. However, if she were to express these feelings, she found herself at a loss for words... Was it some subconscious concern that was 'controlling' her not to show too much emotion?
Yun Kexin's heart was in turmoil. By some strange twist of fate, she cautiously replied:
'Yun Kexin also misses Young Lord and Yun Ke. I hope you both return triumphantly. Now that I see you safe and sound here and hear that Brother has returned unscathed and has been awarded for his repeated military achievements, my heart is no longer regretful.'
Feng Yinxiao sensed the evasion in Yun Kexin's words but couldn't bring himself to press further. His lips curled slightly as he spoke deliberately, 'Yun Kexin, do you remember what I told you three years ago? The first thing I will do upon returning to the capital is marry you; now is the time for me to fulfill that promise...'"
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