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Suddenly, her crimson lips pressed against his, a gentle and clumsy touch that left him momentarily stunned. He froze for a moment, then suddenly wrapped his arms around her, remaining still as she pecked at him.
After a moment, Yun Kexin released him, her starry eyes shimmering like dew on her lips, gazing intently as she spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Feng Yinxiao, remember this: I am yours, now and forever."
Feng Yinxiao's heart skipped a beat. He took her hand and placed it on one side of his face, moved as he said:
"What have I done to deserve this..."
Yun Kexin pressed her finger against his softly murmuring lips:
"You do deserve it. In this life and the next, my husband has always been deeply devoted to me."
Feng Yinxiao's dark eyes gradually brightened. He removed Yun Kexin's hand and smiled gently:
"Yun Kexin, is this true? Did I exist in your past life as well?"
Yun Kexin felt a bit shy and nodded lightly.
She intended to evade further questions, but Feng Yinxiao became "entangled," wanting Yun Kexin to "clarify." She immediately regretted it, watching him act like a child being "serious," yet sweetly so.
"Feng Yinxiao, will you carry me out of the forest?" Yun Kexin asked shyly. "We can walk while I slowly tell you."
"Carry you?" Feng Yinxiao was taken aback but soon laughed. "Sure, that's not difficult at all."
He turned around and stretched out his hands. Yun Kexin climbed onto Feng Yinxiao's back like a spoiled wife. He lifted her up effortlessly, and she lay on his broad back, her hands resting on his sturdy shoulders, feeling an immense warmth and fulfillment—having lived two lives, she had never been this happy and content.
"Yun Kexin, can you tell me now?" After walking for a while without a word from Yun Kexin, Feng Yinxiao couldn't help but glance back at her and said, "Not a single word can be missed."
Yun Kexin smiled and playfully turned his head away, saying, "I don't want you to look back no matter what you hear."
Although Feng Yinxiao felt this was an unreasonable demand, he agreed and continued walking toward the edge of the forest with her on his back.
"Actually, it's nothing much. In my previous life, Feng Yinxiao was the Young Marquis and also the Palace Front Commander," Yun Kexin said gently as she rested her head on Feng Yinxiao's shoulder. "I had a good relationship with my brother Yun Ke, but at that time I was misled by Fu Lianyin and was very indifferent to my relatives in the Second House, so I didn't know much about the Young Lord. I did hear some things, though."
"Is that all?" Feng Yinxiao paused in disappointment but continued walking. "What did you hear?"
"That the Young Lord was renowned for his beauty at the age of ten," Yun Kexin giggled on Feng Yinxiao's back. "Also, every time the Duke and Duchess took the Young Lord out in a carriage, many young maidens would throw flowers and fruits into your carriage."
Feng Yinxiao initially thought he had already heard this from her before, but then he realized that it was memories from his past life. He suddenly wanted to know more.
"What about us?" Feng Yinxiao intentionally avoided mentioning his own hopes and casually asked, "Wasn't Yun Kexin deeply in love with me in both lives?"
"In our previous life, we had no intersection," Yun Kexin's voice softened as if feeling guilty. "Many things about Feng Yinxiao I heard from discussions at the Duke's Residence. As for the Young Lord's infatuation with me, I learned about it from my brother Yun Ke. At that time, my eyes and heart were only focused on—" She paused as if unwilling to continue and evasively said, "There are some things I've already mentioned to Feng Yinxiao, so I won't repeat them."
He understood the knot in her heart and didn't press further. Instead, he tightened his grip slightly to lift Yun Kexin up a bit more and gently looked back at her. "It's okay; just choose what you're willing or able to share."
As he turned back to walk, Yun Kexin noticed sweat trickling down his forehead, so she said:
"Feng Yinxiao, put me down, don't tire yourself out."
Although she wasn't heavy, carrying her for a long distance was still quite exhausting.
"It's fine, I enjoy carrying you," Feng Yinxiao said with increasing energy, his eyes reflecting the blue and white clouds of the morning, clear and beautiful. "Yun Kexin, today is truly the happiest day for me. Can we continue?"
Yun Kexin suppressed her smile, her face close to Feng Yinxiao's handsome features, her tone gentle yet serious:
"Feng Yinxiao, can't I choose some of the remaining matters? Because many things from my past life have become vague in my memory. What I say may not represent the whole truth and could even be distorted. The only thing I can be sure of is that being able to be with you in this life is a great blessing for me, and I will cherish it."
In the end, she decided to keep the few remaining secrets in her heart because once too much was revealed, the outcome could be counterproductive. It was better to let things unfold naturally; if there was something unavoidable, she wouldn't stubbornly hold back.
Feng Yinxiao slowly loosened his grip. As soon as Yun Kexin touched the ground, he turned around and took her hands, smiling slightly:
"You're right, Yun Kexin. No matter what happened in our past lives, in this life we are already together, and that is what matters most. Our love and waiting through two lifetimes have finally led us to this moment, and I will cherish it well."
Yun Kexin smiled back and said nothing more; she simply leaned gently into his embrace, enjoying the love he held for her in his hands...
On a deep winter night, Feng Yinxiao wore a white long nightgown as he ran across a desolate wilderness, loudly calling for his Birth Mother Ling Chen. This was already the second time he had been drawn here to "meet," but when he discerned his surroundings, he realized he was at Mother’s grave: "Mother, where are you? Wait for me..."
Feng Yinxiao stood tall beneath the vast sky. The only sound left was the breath of a person in the quiet surroundings. Being in a graveyard could scare even a hero out of their wits; however, he felt no fear at all. Steady as a mountain, he grew anxious as he waited for Mother’s "restless spirit" to arrive.
“Mother, where are you? Where are you? Come out, Son misses you.”
The only response was the echo of the mountains, and he sat down on the grass, feeling lost and helpless.
Suddenly, a faint, ethereal voice appeared from above his head:
“Feng Yinxiao, how can you call Zhuo Min Mother? How can you call her Mother?”
Feng Yinxiao felt a jolt in his heart and looked up abruptly. Not far behind the graveyard, a figure appeared—long hair flowing, dressed in a white gown, floating above the ground. It was the “soul” of Ling Chen.
“Mother—” Feng Yinxiao stretched out his arms and shouted loudly, “Please don’t go, don’t go!”
“Feng Yinxiao, how can you call Zhuo Min Mother? How can you let Yun Kexin also call Zhuo Min Mother?”
Ling Chen repeated with a mix of anger and resentment, her voice drifting lightly through the air, sending chills down one’s spine.
“No, it’s not like that, Mother,” Feng Yinxiao knelt down and repeatedly bowed his head. “Father legitimized Aunt Zhuo, so by etiquette she is my Stepmother. No matter how unwilling I am, I still have to call her ‘Mother’ in public. Yun Kexin has to do the same; I cannot let her bear the name of being unfilial.”
“But it was this person who calls ‘Mother’ every day that caused my death, caused my death—” Ling Chen’s voice shifted from soft to deep and then to sharp and high-pitched. “She deceived everyone and took my place; she is unworthy, unworthy—”
“Mother,” Feng Yinxiao looked up and saw Ling Chen’s soul drifting back to its original place. He hurriedly got up to chase after her, but as he ran, he found that the scenes from before seemed to vanish into thin air—he grasped at nothing.
“Mother, please don’t go! You haven’t told me how she harmed you,” Feng Yinxiao called out desperately. “Why did Father have to legitimize Aunt Zhuo? Did they both betray you? Mother…”
“Mother!” Feng Yinxiao lightly called out as she woke up from her dream, sitting up suddenly. Looking around, she realized she was not in a graveyard but in the bedroom of Duke of Yan's Residence, Yihe Garden, and understood it was just a dream.
“Feng Yinxiao, what’s wrong?” Hearing Feng Yinxiao's startled cry, Yun Kexin also woke up and sat up, asking, “Did you dream again?”
Feng Yinxiao nodded blankly: “Yes, I have been dreaming about Mother frequently these past few days.”
“Is it the same thing again?” Yun Kexin leaned against Feng Yinxiao's shoulder, and in the darkness, the two nestled together.
How could this be? She pondered. Ever since being diagnosed with pregnancy by the Imperial Physician at the beginning of January, Duke of Yan's Residence had been filled with joy. Feng Yinxiao laughed, saying, “I’m going to be a dad! I’m going to be a dad!” Every day when he returned from the Palace, he would pick her up and spin around with her. Every night he would press his ear against her belly to listen for the child's “voice.” But just a few days ago, they had gone together to inform the Former Duchess at Lingchen Tomb about this happy news. That night, Feng Yinxiao began to dream and continued to see the same scenes and dialogues in fragmented dreams, making her anxious and unable to sleep.
“Yun Kexin, is your Mother really that true?” With their heads leaning against each other, Feng Yinxiao said softly, “But during her lifetime, she was always like sisters with Aunt Zhuo, sharing everything. Even my birth had Aunt Zhuo’s contribution…”
How clear this is! The struggle between legitimate and illegitimate children has always been deadly; it is far more brutal than one can imagine. One must never trust appearances. Yun Kexin recalled how Miao Yu had been sent to do rough work in the kitchen since Ling Chen passed away. She remembered Miao Yu’s hatred and disdain when mentioning Zhuo Min and thought of the calamities that occurred in Duke of Yan's Residence in her previous life, causing her heart to shudder.
“Feng Yinxiao, think carefully,” Yun Kexin gently reminded her. “Miao Yu was the most capable maidservant during your mother’s lifetime but was sent by Aunt Zhuo to do the hardest and dirtiest work after your mother passed away.” Yun Kexin paused slightly, her eyes sparkling with insight. “Think about it: if your mother and Aunt Zhuo were truly that ‘close,’ like sisters, why would Miao Yu hate Aunt Zhuo so much while remaining loyal to Lady Lingguo?”
Feng Yinxiao was taken aback for a moment. She adjusted Yun Kexin’s position and looked at her inquisitively: “Yun Kexin, do you know something?”
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