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As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached day by day, Yang Yichen from Lingjiang Province received a letter. Upon reading its contents, his expression darkened instantly, and the atmosphere around him became tense, causing everyone to keep their distance.
“A Dong, you all take care of the plan quietly. I’ll go ahead.”
The young man leaped onto his horse and galloped away. In what should have been a short time, he relentlessly urged the horse, returning to Ten Li Pu in just two hours.
Throwing down the reins without a moment to spare, Yang Yichen pushed open the door of the Liu Family residence. Inside, he saw a group of women busily making mooncakes. “Oh, isn’t this Yang Scholar? What brings you here?”
Grandma Liu happened to notice Yang Yichen entering.
“Hello, Grandma Liu. Hello, Aunts. I’m looking for Miss Liu; I need to discuss something with her.”
“That’s unfortunate; Qingxi went to town today. She had to oversee several foundations being laid. If it weren’t urgent, you could wait for her to return this afternoon. If you’re in a hurry, you’ll have to go find her in town.”
“That’s alright; I’ll wait for her to come back.” Yet his feet seemed glued to the ground.
He glanced around, trying to find something unusual.
While searching, he suppressed his anger and asked, “Aunt, what fillings do you use for the mooncakes?”
“Can I taste some? They look delicious.”
It was just small talk as he paced in the courtyard. Suddenly, his gaze landed on the closed door of the eastern side room, tightly shut without a crack.
Thinking about what was mentioned in the letter, Yang Yichen stared at that door for a long time, unable to regain his composure.
He knew there was a man inside—yes, the man saved by Liu Qingxi—who had been staying in this courtyard where he had never lived before.
A surge of unnamed anger suddenly flared up within him, mixed with an indescribable sourness. Clearly, he and Liu Qingxi had grown very close and shared everything with each other. However,
a man had intruded into his territory. Just thinking about how that man smiled with Liu Qingxi made Yang Yichen's eyes blaze with fury as his hands slowly clenched into fists.
He really wanted to rush in and give the other person a good beating, but he couldn't be so impulsive, he couldn't do that, he just couldn't!
Rationality kept reminding him of this fact, continuously suppressing his anger: "Wait until she comes back; perhaps nothing has happened. I should trust her."
However, the usually confident Yang Yichen suddenly felt insecure. Liu Qingxi was not an ordinary girl; she had too many shining qualities that attracted him. What about other men?
What if someone else noticed her good qualities? Yang Yichen suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
He was like a jealous husband, his mind racing with thoughts—imagining Liu Qingxi with someone else one moment, then picturing them reconciling the next, and then seeing her gradually drifting away.
In short, he was breathing erratically and overthinking, like a resentful woman in a secluded chamber.
In the east wing, Dugu Hao lay on the bed resting, enjoying a rare peace he had never experienced before. At first, he found the noise outside too distracting.
But once he got used to it, he suddenly realized that such a simple life was truly joyful. Perhaps there was no lavish lifestyle, perhaps there were no extravagant expenditures, but his soul felt fulfilled and satisfied.
If it weren't for the burdens he carried, he would have liked to stay there forever.
At that moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly reached his ears—a man's voice?
Listening closely, he realized it was calling out Yang Yichen's name. Was this the Yang Scholar that women often talked about?
Dugu Hao had heard plenty about him from the corner of the wall these days and had learned quite a bit about the village affairs. Naturally, he knew who Yang Yichen was; he even had someone investigate his identity—he was indeed a genuine young talent.
Inside and outside the window, both men harbored their own thoughts but neither was willing to break through this barrier.
Perhaps they were both waiting for the other to make the final compromise.
As for Yang Yichen? When he got closer to the east wing, he could hear the soft and shallow breathing from within; indeed, there was someone there.
The sudden difficulty in swallowing made the mooncake that Aunt had forcefully stuffed into Yang Yichen's hands taste bland.
"Grandma Liu, Aunts, I'm leaving now!"
Yang Yichen was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might kick the door open and give the smug man inside a good beating.
The women were oblivious, specifically never suspecting that there was another person in the house, and naturally did not understand Yang Yichen's purpose for being there.
They remained enthusiastic: "Yang Scholar, take care! We'll tell Qingxi that you came by when she returns."
After leaving Liu Qingxi's home, the more Yang Yichen thought about it, the angrier he became. The anger inside him grew with each thought, leaving his face flushed and a cold aura continuously radiating from him.
If he were to enter the town now, it would seem somewhat like seeking revenge. Therefore, the afternoon felt like an eternity to Yang Yichen; a day without her felt like three autumns apart.
Evening
A team of Ox Carts slowly approached, getting closer. At the front of one cart were several women chatting and laughing, among whom two girls with braided hair stood out, dressed in coarse cloth.
In this crowd of dark-skinned, loud people, the girls were undoubtedly an exception. It was as if they had been granted a special blessing; despite being sun-kissed like everyone else, one of them stood out with her fair skin.
A day apart felt like three autumns; how about so many days? Yang Yichen did not know how he had spent the days without her company and wished they could always be within each other's sight.
Liu Qingxi suddenly froze. Under a large tree, a young man dressed in a blue-gray bordered long robe stood out from the farmers, wearing a gentle smile that showed no arrogance of a Juren but rather felt very approachable.
"Village Chief, you all can go ahead. Young Master Yang might have something to discuss with me."
Since they were already at the village entrance, there was no need for any arrangements: "Alright, you all carry on. We'll head off first to feed the cattle some good fodder."
In the blink of an eye, only Yang Yichen and Liu Qingxi remained at the village entrance.
"You’re back? Did you get it done?"
Yang Yichen nodded slightly, "Yes!"
Regardless of whether the joke was good or not, it was still good; otherwise, his wife might be taken away, leaving him in tears.
Yang Yichen wanted to directly ask Liu Qingxi why she saved someone, but suddenly he found it hard to speak. It turned out he was also afraid and didn’t want to hear others talk.
Finally, he mustered up the courage, "Qingxi, I heard you saved someone."
"Yeah, I just got back from Lingjiang Province. On the way, I happened to pass through a forest and found him injured, so I brought him back."
Liu Qingxi's demeanor was casual, as if she were recounting something very ordinary. This left Yang Yichen, who had been anxious and jealous all afternoon, speechless.
Liu Qingxi hadn’t even considered that aspect; wasn’t his jealousy for nothing?
But Yang Yichen didn’t know that there was still more jealousy waiting for him.
There’s still one more exam to go, but today I couldn’t do anything right; I fell asleep during the test! Covering my face! So embarrassing!
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