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Yesterday, Zhong Xue contacted Qin Prince and asked him to meet at Eastern Garden. He had always been on good terms with Tears Streaming, and the two often enjoyed their time together in the Eastern Garden. Without any suspicion, he agreed to the meeting.
Upon arriving at the Eastern Garden, he indeed saw Young Master Tears Streaming. After they played for a while, he suddenly asked, "Why did Ji Xun invite me today?"
He was surprised. "Wasn't it Tears Streaming who invited you?"
At that moment, he realized that neither of them had invited the other; it was just Zhong Xue playing tricks.
Wei Guo Gongzi Xue had not been on good terms with him for quite some time. From their first meeting, he had shown hostility towards him. Initially, he thought it was because of his cold demeanor and lack of pleasantries, which made him feel uncomfortable. Later, he understood that his dislike stemmed from the fact that he was too close to Yan Dan.
Zhong Xue disliked him, and he also disliked Zhong Xue even more. He was particularly unwilling to let Zhong Xue get close to Yan Dan because he always felt that Zhong Xue's intentions were hard to gauge and his schemes too deep, posing a potential threat to Yan Dan.
He had spent time with Yan Dan several times, but she always dismissed his concerns, believing Zhong Xue to be a pitiful person who had suffered too much. She thought that hiding his true intentions was instinctual and that his nature couldn't be too bad.
Yan Dan's words often held some truth; she had a natural ability to convince others. However, later events proved that she misjudged him. Zhong Xue's pitiful facade was merely superficial; inside, he was treacherous and cunning, having attempted multiple times to frame him in order to create misunderstandings between him and Yan Dan.
What was his purpose in luring him to Eastern Garden this time?
Feeling anxious, he hurried back to Proton Manor, but Yan Dan was already gone, and Zhong Xue seemed to have vanished as well. He searched for half the day without finding anyone. It wasn't until evening that he saw Yan Dan return. She glanced at him without saying a word; her face flushed slightly before she quickly slipped into her room, refusing to open the door no matter how much he knocked.
He hadn’t thought much of it at first, believing there was nothing wrong, but what did her earlier words mean?
His heart felt pricked by a thorn as he watched Yan Dan's carriage grow further away until it disappeared from sight. Turning around, he tightly grasped Zhong Xue's collar. "What exactly did you do to her?"
Zhong Xue coldly smiled. "Why does His Highness Ji Xun ask such a question?"
"Don't play dumb." The implication of Yan Dan's words was too ambiguous—ambiguous enough to cause heartache. He was already an eighteen-year-old young man; although inexperienced in matters of love, he understood what it meant.
Zhong Xue brushed off his hand. "Isn't it too late for you to ask now?"
"You... did you really do something?"
A wave of intense rage surged through him instantly. In a fit of anger, he punched Zhong Xue hard in the face. Yan Dan—how dare he lay a hand on Yan Dan...
Everyone at Proton Manor knows that Young Master Ji Xun never resorts to violence. He usually speaks gently and kindly, never using harsh words to hurt others, and has never been seen arguing with anyone.
Due to Yan Dan's popularity, many people gathered at the entrance of Proton Manor today to bid farewell, and they were all stunned by Ji Xun's punch. Who would have thought that Young Master Ji Xun could be so irritable?
Zhong Xue was hit but did not get angry; he merely smiled coldly. He considered this punch as a repayment. However, it would only happen this once and would not be repeated.
He shook off Ji Xun's hand and said coldly, "Since the day I was born, I've learned one thing: to get what you want, you must rely on your own means. You are nobody to her and have no right to judge me."
Ji Xun was furious, his face, usually calm like moonlight, now twisted in rage. "Well then, let’s rely on our own means from now on..."
Later, when he returned to Zhao Country, it was this anger that drove him to insist on attacking Wei while Zhao Wang hesitated over the war against Chu Wei.
Little did he know that Zhong Xue was quite capable and managed to turn the tide of the war in his favor. Not only did he gain military power, but he also allied with Qin State to resist Zhao Country. Most infuriatingly, he dragged Yan Country into the conflict, leading to Yan Dan's tragic death at Horse Riding Slope.
These memories were a permanent pain in his heart; whenever he thought of them, the fire that had been hidden for two years surged up within him.
A man, no matter how powerless he may feel, must at least protect two things: the land beneath his feet and the woman in his arms...
He stood up and said coldly, "Remember what Lord Jun said about relying on our own means. If that's the case, whoever can keep someone here today can do so by their own means."
Zhong Xue curled his lips and replied coolly, "Your Highness may have said that before, but now Spring is under my control; his life and death are in my hands. It seems it's not your place as Zhao Country Prince to show off your means here."
Ji Xun's face darkened. "Ji Xue, don't push me too far."
Using both name and surname like that. The dignified Young Master Ji Xun being so fixated on a soldier made people even more curious about this soldier. Zhong Xue narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at San Chun, who looked like a wooden chicken beside him; the smile on his lips grew wider.
Then he stood up leisurely and slowly drew his treasured sword, gently blowing on the blade. "Since Your Highness wants to show off your means, let's see who truly has the upper hand with swords."
With a clang, Ji Xun's sword was also drawn from its sheath. It was impressive how Young Master Ji Xun could maintain elegance even in extreme anger; his posture while holding the sword was different from others—truly composed and graceful. It was as if he had drawn not a sword but a plum blossom exuding a faint fragrance.
"Ji Xun will accompany you."
With the sword in hand, his aura became sharper. He didn't know what had come over him today—whether it was guilt over Yan Dan or affection for this San Chun—but he found himself willing to risk everything against Zhong Xue over a mere soldier.
Or this fight should have happened long ago; he should have confronted him right in front of Proton Manor. It was just that this confrontation had been delayed for two years.
San Chun widened her eyes and watched from the side, blinking in surprise as the two were really about to fight.
One was the State of Wei Lord, and the other was the Zhao Country Prince. Could they really be fighting over her?
This feeling of being caught off guard felt like a dream; how could she think that this was so unbelievable?
Not daring to stop them, she could only watch from a distance, secretly wondering if they would involve innocent bystanders while also appreciating this rare spectacle.
Two big figures fighting was something rarely seen anywhere, right? It was just a pity that there was a lack of tea and pastries, which made it feel somewhat incomplete.
She licked her lips at the fruits on the table and then turned back to continue watching the fight. To be honest, big figures fighting wasn't necessarily more exciting than swordsmen dueling; although both seemed to have been trained by renowned masters, their swordsmanship wasn't particularly impressive. Especially Young Master Ji Xun; his skills were truly pitiful. Despite that, he still dared to provoke Chengyang Jun, and it was remarkable that he had managed to last several dozen exchanges without losing.
As it approached noon, she remembered being dragged here early in the morning without having eaten anything, which made her feel a bit frustrated. She rubbed her stomach and thought about when these two would consider stopping for a meal.
Watching them fight, she felt that their struggle was less appealing than the chicken, duck, fish, and meat on the table. With food available but not eaten—what fools they were.
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