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Feng Yinxiao hurriedly exited the tent and immediately spotted Yun Kexin and three maidservants waiting at the Training Ground, looking as if they had something urgent to discuss.
“Yun Kexin…” Feng Yinxiao called out, waving as he approached, still several meters away from the Training Ground.
“Young Lord!” Yun Kexin waved back in greeting.
The guard at the gate noticed Feng Yinxiao's familiarity with them and proactively stepped aside to let Yun Kexin enter.
Feng Yinxiao led Yun Kexin and the others into the training area for soldiers. It had just rained, and the ground was still muddy. They walked carefully, stepping in and out of puddles. She suddenly realized that it was already Dusk, almost time for dinner, yet the soldiers still appeared to be on high alert.
Feng Yinxiao wanted to personally assist Yun Kexin but found it inconvenient with so many soldiers training around them. Instead, he asked Shanling to help her while Shining and Shan Yue accompanied them to his tent. Upon reaching their destination, Shanling and the others understood that Yun Kexin needed to speak with Feng Yinxiao, so they waited outside the tent. The two entered inside, and Yun Kexin tidied her hair, temporarily setting aside her worries from recent days. She then realized that seeing him inexplicably lifted her spirits, a feeling she had never experienced with Fu Yihang in her past life.
“Young Lord, how have you been lately?” Yun Kexin asked with a smile.
“Everything is normal, but—” Feng Yinxiao gazed at Yun Kexin, shyly murmuring, “I really miss you, Yun Kexin, but I can't see you.”
A hint of red appeared on Yun Kexin's beautiful face as she shyly lowered her head.
“Yun Kexin, lift your head,” Feng Yinxiao said, unable to resist her shyness. His dark eyes were filled with affection. “Let me see you properly.”
Yun Kexin continued to look down, her heart racing as she dared not meet his gaze: What was wrong with her? She had never felt this “awkward” or “shy” around him before. Before she could respond, Feng Yinxiao reached out his hand and gently lifted her chin with one hand, gazing at her small face for a moment—
“Why is it that after just a few days apart, you’re unwilling to talk to me?” Feng Yinxiao said in a slightly childish tone.
“It’s not that; it’s just that Young Lord treats me like family, and I’m unsure of what to say,” Yun Kexin replied, her clear eyes sparkling as she smiled gently.
Her cheeks felt hot from the warmth of his hands. She attempted to remove his hand but found his handsome face drawing closer. They moved nearer until they could feel each other's warm breath before finally stopping—
“Yun Kexin, you have to wait for me, wait for me to come back and marry you…”
Yun Kexin felt both shy and nervous, and was unexpectedly surprised by his words. She blurted out, “Wait?”
“Yes, I’m about to go to battle. The Deputy Minister of War, Minister Fu, personally appointed me,” Feng Yinxiao murmured as if in a trance. “But Yun Kexin, I can’t bear to leave you, I really can’t…”
Yun Kexin was stunned, forgetting her shyness, and curiously asked, “Young Lord is going to the battlefield? When?”
“Tomorrow.” The pain of impending separation made Feng Yinxiao struggle to speak. “Time is tight; everything is being prepared. So I didn’t have time to find you. However, I had planned to see you before I left, but I didn’t expect you would come looking for me…”
“Why suddenly go to war?” Yun Kexin asked in disbelief. “Isn’t Great Taihe peaceful now? There haven’t been any Tatar disturbances at the border?”
“That was in the past; they’ve started to stir again in the last two years.” Feng Yinxiao gently pressed his palm against his face, his tone soft and sorrowful. “I’m not afraid of going to battle; the only thing I can’t let go of is you, Yun Kexin.”
Yun Kexin felt a sudden doubt: this Tatar situation seems too strange; just days ago she heard Yun Yang talk about a ‘peaceful era,’ and now this?
“I can’t bear to leave you either, Young Lord,” she bravely met his affectionate gaze and said softly, “I will miss you very much.”
“Really?” He looked at her as if trying to imprint her into his heart, whispering.
“Yes.” She nodded heavily.
“Then your coming to find me today is also because you miss me?” Feng Yinxiao gazed eagerly at Yun Kexin.
Yun Kexin was at a loss for words, feeling conflicted inside: should she tell him the true purpose of her visit? If she did, would he still be able to focus on going to battle? If he didn’t go to battle, it would mean defying orders…
"Yes, because I haven't seen you for many days, Young Lord," Yun Kexin finally admitted half-jokingly, pretending to be relaxed as she smiled. "Kexin is worried about you, Young Lord, so I came to see you."
Feng Yinxiao's heart skipped a beat as he gazed at Yun Kexin with increasing infatuation. In his deep eyes, her delicate features reflected like a polished gem, and his gaze finally settled on her lips, which resembled dewdrops on a rose—
"Yun Kexin, I—I want to—" Feng Yinxiao stammered, his mouth dry.
Before Yun Kexin could comprehend what was happening, his warm lips were already pressed against hers. The mere touch of their lips ignited sparks between their hearts like thunder and fire, causing their heartbeats to race.
Her entire face was filled with his scorching breath; she neither pushed him away in anger nor shyly resisted. Instead, she opened her eyes wide in innocence, allowing him to "misbehave," which filled him with ecstatic joy. Feng Yinxiao savored her soft and fragrant red lips; a sweet happiness replaced the impending pain of separation. Finally, he reluctantly pulled away his lips and embraced her tightly, resting his cheek against her hair and tenderly caressing it.
"Yun Kexin, you must wait for me to come back, understand?" He said anxiously above her head. "Although three years is a long time, I will keep in touch with you often. You must not forget me; you must not..."
"What? Three years?" Yun Kexin gasped sharply and exclaimed softly in his embrace, "How can it be such a long time?"
"Yes, Your Majesty—" Feng Yinxiao nestled Yun Kexin closer into his arms and said helplessly, "The Tatar are too stubborn; we must strike them hard this time so they can't rise again. That's why the duration is longer."
Yun Kexin's heart sank; she felt as if dark clouds were pressing down on her, leaving her speechless.
"Yun Kexin, will you wait for me?" This was the third time he had asked.
"I will," Yun Kexin answered almost instinctively. "Young Lord, don't you believe me?"
"I believe you; it's just that thinking about not seeing you for such a long time makes me..." Feng Yinxiao suddenly stopped speaking, his voice growing hoarse. "...feel so uncomfortable that I don't know what to do. I can't even muster any energy..."
Yun Kexin was relieved that she hadn't revealed the purpose of her visit; otherwise, he might really refuse to go to battle. She nestled quietly in his embrace and listened intently before finally saying:
"'The cattail is as tough as silk, and the rock does not shift.'" Yun Kexin's gentle yet firm promise.
"I knew it, I didn't misjudge you." Feng Yinxiao pulled Yun Kexin from his embrace, smiling at her. "Thank you, Yun Kexin. When I return triumphantly this time, the first thing I will do is marry you."
Yun Kexin blushed and lowered her head. Yet, she felt anxious inside: she had not changed in three years, but what about the circumstances? Would she be forced to do something? No, that wouldn't happen; she would never allow it!
"Yun Kexin, don't worry about me," Feng Yinxiao thought Yun Kexin was concerned about his fate in battle. "This isn't my first time leading troops into war; I've done it twice before I met you, don't forget. I'm four years older than you," his words were no longer heavy and troubling but filled with optimism and confidence. "Also, I forgot to tell you that Yun Ke will be going with me—"
Yun Kexin's eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed, "What? Brother Yun Ke is going too?"
"Yes! Sovereign Yun Ke may be a Martial Champion, but he lacks experience," Feng Yinxiao said calmly. "Without any achievements to his name, he might face discontent from the ministers. This invasion by the Tatar is a great opportunity... Yun Kexin, this is the Sovereign's way of promoting Yun Ke; it's a good thing, don't overthink it."
Yun Kexin narrowed her eyes: right, Yun Ke had served as the Deputy Commander in front of the palace when she was thirteen. Could it be that he would gain merit from driving out the Tatars and thus receive a promotion? Moreover, it was also during that year that Yun Ke inherited their father's title, Wei Qihou!
But the "glory" lasted only two years; when she was fifteen, Yun Ke was imprisoned for treason. Was this also related to the upcoming campaign? In her past life, what had her brother gone through to fall from grace so suddenly?
Thinking of the calamities of her previous life, Yun Kexin felt her heart wrench again. It was impossible to stop her brother from going to war because serving the country had always been his pride and aspiration. To try to dissuade him now would only dampen his spirits. Fortunately, in this life, she had a trustworthy friend like Feng Yinxiao by her side to help ease her burden.
Seeing Yun Kexin frowning slightly with pursed lips and a worried expression lost in thought, Feng Yinxiao assumed she was still anxious about him going to war. He tried to reassure her: "Yun Kexin, I promise I will return safely to see you, and I will bring Yun Ke back unharmed as well."
Yun Kexin's spirit seemed to return as she came back to herself and smiled: "Young Lord, I was just thinking about some things; I'm fine now."
Feng Yinxiao reached out to smooth Yun Kexin's hair. Just as he was about to speak again, they heard Shanling's voice outside the tent: "Masters, may we come in for a moment?"
Yun Kexin smiled in relief: "Come in."
Three maidservants entered the tent, lowered the curtain, and walked directly towards Feng Yinxiao and Yun Kexin.
"Young Lord, we just heard outside that you are going to the battlefield?" Shanling appeared shocked and anxious. "And it will be for three years?"
"Is there any way not to go?" Shining fixed her gaze on Feng Yinxiao and added.
"No, this is an imperial decree; how can it be disobeyed!" Feng Yinxiao replied calmly.
"What about my sister? What will happen to her?" Shan Yue asked sharply, a rare edge in her voice.
"I have made arrangements with Yun Kexin; you need not worry. Take good care of her during these three years," Feng Yinxiao's eyes swept over the three maidservants, his tone stern yet calm. "I am deeply grateful for your help."
The three maidservants were unaware of Yun Kexin's true situation and only worried that Feng Yinxiao would be "late." Now that they heard the two had made arrangements, they felt relieved.
"That's great," Shan Yue said with a smile. "Young Lord, we will take good care of her."
"Young Lord, I just want to say, if you betray your promise and do not marry Seventh Sister, the three of us will definitely join forces to kill you without mercy!" Shanling said with a frown, coldly throwing out her words.
Feng Yinxiao was astonished that Shanling would say such a thing. He looked at Shining and Shan Yue, receiving the same response from their expressions. Thus, he nodded solemnly, his voice steady yet thunderous: "If I betray my promise, you may take my head!" (To be continued)
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