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Perhaps her restless pacing was too annoying, and Zhong Xue finally turned to look at her.
At that moment, illuminated by the moonlight, her face appeared exceptionally cute. Her eyes held a hint of peach blossom shape, and her relatively thick hair was tied up on top of her head, with a few strands falling over her forehead, creating a charmingly disheveled beauty. Although she was not very old, her expression revealed a maturity beyond her years, just like when he first met her.
When he first encountered Yan Dan, she had a calm demeanor combined with a mischievous glint in her eyes, words that were striking and unyielding, a joyful attitude towards life and existence, along with her intelligence and wisdom, all of which were truly astonishing.
And why did every time he saw San Chun now remind him of Yan Dan, evoking the same feelings as back then?
He stared at her, captivated by her radiant smile, a beauty that seemed to shine like the stars. For a moment, his mind went blank.
Then… by some divine intervention… he walked over, tightly grasped her shoulders, and asked softly, “Why did I feel something unusual the first time I met you?”
San Chun blinked. “Does Lord Jun know what kind of feeling it is?”
“It’s a sadness that cannot be articulated in words, along with a faint pain.”
She scratched her head, seemingly recalling a patient she had seen who experienced something similar. Then she nodded. “I understand now; Lord Jun has a heart condition and should see a doctor.”
Zhong Xue: “…”
He felt anger and regret. Why on earth was he thinking of her on the eve of this grand wedding?
He has a heart condition; she has a heart condition… so what does his confession mean?
Is it really a confession?
Fine, let’s consider it as such—a confession to the former Yan Dan. But why did her reaction make him feel so sad inside?
He couldn’t sleep all night, his thoughts churning repeatedly, resulting in him wearing his formal attire on the wedding day with two dark circles under his eyes.
At Wei Wang's wedding, as the Lord Father, he was to accept the bow from the King and Queen. His disheveled appearance seemed to constitute a breach of decorum to some extent.
But to hell with it, even if he is rude, who dares to say anything?
Kazama cheerfully assisted Chengyang Jun in getting dressed and sent him off to the carriage. He attributed his feelings to bitterness; a fifteen-year-old brat was already getting married, while his Lord, in his twenties, still had no idea what it felt like to be a groom.
Wei Wang's wedding attracted many attendees. Envoys from Zhao, Yan, Qin State, Qi State, and Han all came to participate, along with Feng Lingjun from Chu. The Wei Palace was bustling like never before.
Unfortunately, San Chun did not want to join in this excitement. She remembered Qing's words; Qing forbade her from going anywhere and told her to stay quietly at home. So when Chengyang Jun invited her to attend the ceremony at Wei Palace, she feigned illness and declined.
Qing planned to take her away from Daliang once this matter was settled. They agreed to meet at the back door of Fengling Duke's Residence at the hour of Hai tonight and leave together.
San Chun had long wanted to leave this place. Encountering a Lord who would call you over in the middle of the night when bored was unbearable for her. She didn't want to stay there for even a second longer. If anyone discovered she was a woman, it would be even more troublesome.
So she prepared early in the morning, packed her belongings, and seeing that it was still early, took another nap. When she woke up, it was just past the hour of Xu.
As time approached, she quietly slipped out of the residence and found a corner near the back door to crouch down. This spot was a visual dead angle; she could see others, but they could not see her. Under the cover of night, others would only see a dark shadow.
However, after the hour of Hai had passed, she still did not see Qing arrive. The people on Main Street were dwindling; occasionally, some guards passed by on patrol. Her legs were getting numb from crouching, and she was considering whether to stand up and stretch when she noticed a carriage approaching in the distance. The lanterns bore the mark of Chengyang Junfu.
At this time, only Chengyang Jun could return home; but why was he not entering through the front gate and instead using the back door?
The carriage stopped, and as someone got down from it, it was indeed Chengyang Jun. He appeared furious; from the moment he appeared, there was an unmistakable air of severity around him.
Following closely behind him was the renowned Sage Shen Yuan. After walking a few steps, Chengyang Jun suddenly turned around and shouted at Shen Yuan: "Send orders to seal off the city gates; no one is allowed in or out."
"Understood."
"Capture the assassin and dismember him."
"Yes."
He seemed still unaware of his anger, grinding his teeth. "To dare to assassinate on this Lord's territory, he must pay the price."
As the two spoke, they entered the residence. San Chun listened in confusion; what assassination? Who was assassinating whom?
She couldn't figure it out and didn't want to think about it. What she cared about most was when Qing would come.
After waiting a long time with her bundle, just as dawn was breaking and she had begun to doze off, someone suddenly pushed her shoulder.
Startled, she was about to speak when Qing made a shushing gesture at her.
She was overjoyed. "You just arrived?"
"I ran into some trouble."
"You became an assassin?"
Qing was surprised. How did she know about his business at Wei Palace? There was no time to explain much now; the whole city was looking for him. He had managed to escape here just to inform her, otherwise this foolish girl might have waited indefinitely.
"I have a case against me; it's not suitable for us to travel together now. You should return to Fengling Duke's Residence first. Once I settle things, I will come find you."
San Chun shook her head. Since she had come out, she didn't want to return to Chengyang Junfu. She had a more important place she wanted to go.
She wanted to join the army and find information about "Chun." She needed to know who she really was.
After discussing with Qing, he nodded in agreement. They decided that once this matter was resolved, they would go to Wei Army to search for her.
Just as they had agreed, Qing was about to leave when San Chun couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you trying to assassinate?"
"Crown Prince of Qin."
San Chun was startled. When did he have a grudge against Qin State again?
Since getting to know Qing, she had never heard him mention it, but she knew he wanted to accomplish something. The difficulty of that task was only second to having a child on his own. But no matter how bizarre it was, did it really require assassinating the Crown Prince of Qin? Was it that easy to kill someone of such high status?
She softly advised him, "Look at the Crown Prince's poor health; it won't be long before he dies. Why not just wait for him to die of illness? Wouldn't that be less trouble?"
Qing glared at her, a fierce glare. San Chun touched his nose; even if he disagreed, there was no need to be so fierce.
In the end, he still didn't trust her completely and left his Sword with her, telling her to return it the next time they met.
San Chun took it and suddenly felt like crying. He cared for her so much; she would never speak ill of him behind his back again.
After Qing left, she hurriedly grabbed her bundle and ran off. She squatted all night until her legs went numb and she could barely stand. Supporting herself against the wall, she walked through the streets and turned to see a group of officials searching around, their fierce demeanor quite intimidating.
Qing had a Disguise Pill on him, so she wasn't worried about him getting caught. But how was she going to join the army?
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