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“Master Ying,” Xuan Li waved the folding fan in his hand, brushing off the dust from his clothes.
“Your Majesty?” Ying Wuxie turned around, revealing his unparalleled charm, lazy and unrestrained.
“Why has Master Ying suddenly appeared?” Xuan Li, of course, could not see the invisible Ying Wuxie, which startled him as he appeared out of thin air.
“Is the Emperor not yet retired for the night?”
“Master Ying is about to become the national uncle; I have nothing to hide. I was thinking of Jinse and lost my desire for sleep,” Xuan Li said, feeling quite good.
“That is wonderful. The scenery of Yingyue Villa is for you to enjoy at your leisure, Your Majesty.”
“That's enough; I am tired now.” Xuan Li waved his hand and walked toward the room.
Ying Wuxie made a graceful turn and vanished without a trace.
The next day, the group left Yingyue Villa and parted ways in Voodoo Town.
“Seven Nights, take care. If possible, please heed my words and do not go to Western Abyss,” Fengyin looked at Seven Nights with hope.
“For Yin'er, how can I not go?” Ying Wuxie's figure was concealed beneath a conical hat, only his enchanting voice could be heard.
“Father, be careful,” Jinse stepped forward to speak to Ying Wuxie before getting into the carriage.
Ying Wuxie glanced at Song Yun, snorted coldly, and floated away.
Seven Nights gave Fengyin a reassuring glance before following along.
“Sovereign, please get in the carriage.”
“Zhong Cheng, thank you for your trouble.” Xuan Li lifted the Jin Robe and also got into the carriage.
“Jinse.”
“Your… Your Majesty.” Jinse, who had been resting her chin on a delicate pillow, was at a loss when she saw Xuan Li enter.
“I couldn't sleep last night and I'm feeling a bit tired.”
“Then…”
“Come into my arms.” Xuan Li reclined halfway and beckoned to Jinse.
“Xuan Li…” Jinse murmured softly, “I’ll go check on Fengyin.”
“No need.” Xuan Li pulled Jinse into his embrace and closed his eyes.
“I love Xuan Li, I love Xuan Li,” Jinse kept telling herself in her heart.
With Xuan Li's breath beside her, Jinse opened her eyes to look at Xuan Li's sleeping face, “Xuan Li?”
“Hmm.” Xuan Li mumbled in his sleep, holding Jinse even tighter.
"Jinse How Can I Not Love You."
Perhaps due to the blood relationship between Jinse and Ying Wuxie, she is not as blindly infatuated as an ordinary woman. Thus, the intertwining of two kinds of feelings becomes even more painful. How could Jinse, who deeply loves Xuan Li, allow herself to be indecisive in front of him?
"Fengyin has a youthful face and white hair, truly remarkable." Song Yun shared a carriage with Fengyin. When you love someone, you love everything about them; when you hate someone, you burn down their house because you despise the crows on the roof.
Fengyin bitterly pursed her lips, "Aunt, if you harbor any dislike for me, you can simply ignore it. My grandfather once told me that a Saint in my hometown said, 'Do not impose on others what you do not desire for yourself.' If I have offended you, please forgive me; Fengyin comes from the mountains and knows little of etiquette."
After a long day, everyone from the Xuan Dynasty settled down at the Fragrant Inn in Misty Town.
"Your Majesty?" Jinse opened the door to find Xuan Li standing outside.
Xuan Li embraced Jinse eagerly, shutting the door behind him and burying his face in her hair.
"Your Majesty, it's late at night."
With a soft cry, Jinse found herself swept into Xuan Li's arms.
"Let me sleep peacefully for a while." Xuan Li carried Jinse toward the bed; he had not been able to rest well for several days.
"You are more beautiful than all of them."
"Can beauty fill your stomach?"
"It seems impossible. Don't you usually have food to eat?"
"They also say I'm good-looking. Can I marry you when I grow up?"
"Who would want to marry a puppet like you? You sing when told to, dance when told to, do whatever you're asked. Any palace maid can do that."
"My name is Jinse. What's yours?" How did you suddenly change after refusing to even tell me your name back then?
Jinse thought she could only look at you from behind, stealing glances here and there, quietly.
Xuan Li, Jinse is infatuated with you.
I played a tune for you, a melody of falling flowers and flowing water. The petals drifted away with the current, but the water was heartless while the grass thrived in spring.
At that time, you said it sounded nice but didn't understand. Do you know how much it hurt me inside?
The falling flowers have intentions, but the flowing water is heartless. When will the water ever feel pain for the flowers?
But...
"Xuan Li?" After about two hours, Jinse called out to Xuan Li and, seeing that he was already asleep, quietly lifted the blanket and got up.
She lowered the curtain and opened the door to leave.
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