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Returning home, he encountered the oppressive gazes of the guards, feeling a sense of shame wash over him. After all, he was a master, yet the disdainful looks directed at him were filled with contempt.
Having been reprimanded by Wang Butler, he already felt hopeless about his future. Seeing such a scene only deepened his despair.
"What are you looking at? Get back to work!" Yang Bingshan's voice, filled with embarrassment and anger, reached the ears of the Yamen Guards, who were now even more infuriated after trying to maintain their composure.
In the main hall, Yang Yichen ignored the furious Wang Butler as he left and also disregarded his so-called father, who was attempting to use others' influence to pressure him.
His mind was solely focused on Yang Bingshan searching for Liu Qingxi and how she must feel about withdrawing.
Their hearts had long been intertwined, leaving no room for others to interfere. However, he could imagine her despair at that moment; he couldn't bear to see her suffer like that. Why should he allow it?
No matter what, his greatest concern was still Liu Qingxi. He couldn't imagine the pain she felt, and thinking of it made him feel even more heartbroken than she was.
No! He couldn't just sit back and do nothing; he couldn't let her bear it alone.
Suddenly standing up, the young man’s simple clothing could not hide his remarkable presence. A rare determination flashed across his sharply defined face. He took a deep breath, lightly tapped his toes, and swiftly moved forward.
Yang Bingshan, returning in anger, only saw a fleeting shadow pass by him; the hall was now empty.
The pent-up frustration simmered inside him, causing him to burp several times in irritation.
Meanwhile, Yang Yichen set aside all his official duties and mounted his exceptional steed, galloping away from Linyi County towards Ten Li Pu at breakneck speed.
Along the way, shadows of trees rushed past like phantoms. People could only see a blur as he sped by and faintly hear the sound of his whip cracking against the horse.
The steed raced swiftly, its hooves pounding against the ground in rhythm with the cheers of farmers along the roadside, further solidifying the young man's resolve to reach her side quickly.
By now it was already afternoon. Two hours later, he arrived at Ten Li Pu in a flurry and grabbed a passerby: "Auntie, do you know where Qingxi is?"
He didn't want to search place by place or waste a single second; he just wanted to get there as fast as possible.
"Over there," the woman pointed in a direction. "Lord Yang, please take care."
Seeing his urgency made her realize there must be something important going on; she only worried for his safety and offered her kind reminder.
"Thank you, Aunt!" Yang Yichen broke many firsts today: the first time riding a horse on the streets of Linyi County, the first time riding in Shili Pu Village, and the first time truly realizing the importance of certain unwanted powers.
At the construction site, dozens of workers were lifting heavy stone slabs, and the sound of hooves was heard by someone with keen ears: "I wonder who is riding so fast."
As soon as the words were spoken, Yang Yichen's figure appeared before them. The young man was dressed in coarse cloth, with mud splattered on him. They had never seen him looking so disheveled.
Every time he appeared, he was always neat and tidy: "Lord Yang, what happened? Why did you come like this?"
Yang Yichen paid no attention to these concerns: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt, I'm looking for Qingxi." Without caring about the ongoing construction, he hurried inside, spotting the person he had longed for and pulling her away.
The girl, wearing a homemade safety helmet, was talking to a worker when she was suddenly yanked out. She looked bewildered: "What are you doing?"
When she turned around and saw a familiar face, the reprimanding words she had prepared were swallowed back as she allowed him to pull her away.
Once they found a relatively secluded spot, she asked, "What happened? Why do you look like this?"
Yang Yichen gazed at her and suddenly embraced her tightly as if she were a treasure he had lost and found again.
Men do not easily shed tears; it’s just that he hadn’t reached that sorrowful point. Along the way, no one could understand his feelings. If they couldn't be together, he would rather not exist at all.
Fortunately, fortunately nothing serious had happened.
After a long moment, Yang Yichen straightened up and held Liu Qingxi's hand tightly: "Xier, no one can separate us. We will always be together."
Liu Qingxi sensed his anxiety and nodded firmly: "We will be together, always together."
After a while, as Yang Yichen's mood calmed down, he explained what had happened today and the background of the situation: "Aren't you angry? It's all my father's doing."
Liu Qingxi shook her head silently: "Don't worry. I know this is all his one-sided wish. Otherwise, I wouldn't have so decisively rejected his request. If you hadn't told me personally, I wouldn’t have believed it."
"No, Qingxi, we will never say that. I have already refused him. I'm afraid you'll be sad; thinking of your hurt is worse than my own." Yang Yichen's voice was soft; it was only at this moment that he showed his gentle side.
From Yang Yichen's account, Liu Qingxi understood the ins and outs of the matter but did not expect that his so-called father would do something so outrageous.
Did you not consider the consequences before doing these things? Is your son's marriage just a bargaining chip? A father like this is better off without; even if kept, he only looks out for his own interests.
"Don't worry, I firmly refused him at that time; no one can make me doubt you." Such deep, wholehearted trust is truly rare.
Yang Yichen was pleasantly surprised; she was indeed the girl he deeply loved. As long as they believed in each other, there were no problems that couldn't be solved, and the road ahead was wide open.
"Thank you!" Thank you for your trust, thank you for loving me, thank you for being willing to walk hand in hand with me.
At this moment, Yang Yichen's heart was filled with gratitude, and the girl's unwavering trust warmed his heart, sweeter than honey.
He, who had been anxious and uncertain, now felt grounded. All the tension he had felt moments ago suddenly relaxed, and fatigue washed over him.
Liu Qingxi chuckled softly: "Alright, alright, how many times has it been? We are each other's only ones and must trust each other."
"Look at how disheveled you are now. Hurry back and wash up and change your clothes, okay?"
With their doubts laid bare, the unconditional trust between them grew even stronger.
At the same time, Yang Bingshan's anger had no outlet. Unable to find the right person, he was fuming in the county office.
Finally, a few Yamen Guards huddled together and limited his movements: "Sorry, Master Yang, the County Magistrate is not here. Can you wait until he returns?" Their ears were practically ringing from the noise.
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