[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 1, Chapter 012)

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Chapter 012 A Beauty Like the Wind

Just then, a fragrant breeze suddenly wafted by, and a graceful

figure , shot down from the cliff with lightning speed!

The newcomer wore a light blue palace dress, its pleats flowing like moonlight on snow, emanating

a sweet fragrance like orchids and musk.

Before the two could react, the beauty's slender hand flicked, her fingertips brushing across Wuyue's Baihui acupoint. He

instantly felt a powerful surge of heat rush to his brain and immediately fainted, vaguely sensing that he was already enveloped in an extremely soft and

delicate body, with an intoxicating fragrance filling his nostrils.

Almost simultaneously, the beauty flicked her orchid-like fingers, a wisp of wind hissing as it

struck Liu Yanniang's Fengchi acupoint with the force of thunder. Liu Yanniang could not dodge in time and immediately collapsed to the ground.

In the instant before Wuyue lost consciousness, Liu Yanniang exclaimed, "You are...?" Then , a 　　clear, cold,

and authoritative voice faintly echoed, "Hmph! Do you think that besides you, no one else can

come and go ? 　　　　　　　　　　　" The voice was like celestial music, floating in the clouds, 　　ethereal and otherworldly . A swift movement, a strike, a fall—the entire sequence of actions happened in the blink of an eye, best described in one word: fast! Fast as 　　a ghost! Faster than the human brain's reaction time ! One can imagine how terrifying it would be to face ... 　　The pale yellow sunlight, frozen like ice, cast the shadows of the mountains on the left beneath the horses' hooves, stretching the "relief" into long shadows that fell onto the mountainside on the right, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, resembling a row of resilient birch trees. 　　In the center of the caravan stood a fine carriage, inside which a middle-aged woman and a girl in purple were conversing quietly. The girl lifted the curtain and saw a pale blue figure flying down from the mountains, expanding from a black dot to a gigantic figure, appearing beside the carriage with incredible speed! 　　Two girls in white flashed out with equal speed, taking the boy from her arms and carefully helping the woman into the carriage. They then placed the seemingly unconscious boy inside as well, letting him lean softly against the corner of the seat. 　　The girl in purple stared intently at the boy, her delicate body trembling slightly, her face shifting with a complex expression . She gazed blankly for a long time, her brows furrowing slightly, lost in thought. 　　The elegant woman in palace attire nodded, and two young women in white leaped onto the carriage shaft. "Let's go!" she shouted 　　, whipping the carriage and speeding northward. The row of "sculptures" along the roadside seemed to come to life at the sound of the command. All the horses marched in perfect unison, clattering forward alongside the carriage. Hundreds of hooves struck the ground simultaneously, creating a resonant sound, like a savage beast trudging along with heavy . Apart　　from the rhythmic clatter of the hooves, the rumbling of the wheels, the wind, and the rustling of dry leaves along the roadside , no other sound could be heard. 　　Inside the warm carriage... The middle-aged beauty laughed, "With Your Majesty's help, one is worth two! You succeeded so quickly? Sigh~ This young man is so extraordinary, truly the most outstanding I've ever seen. No wonder Yan Niang was willing to betray the organization for him!" 　　The palace-dressed beauty said in a deep voice, "Ruo Wen, it seems my guess was right. He must be the lover of the Rakshasa Fairy, and the kind who is deeply in love! Hehe~ This is a big fish, worth my personal trip. If we use him well , he'll give the Rakshasa Fairy a headache for a while, making her obediently spit out what she's swallowed. Maybe we can even dig out a shocking secret that I've spent years painstakingly investigating but failed to verify!" 　　Then she noticed the purple-clad girl's strange behavior and frowned, "Ti'er, what's wrong? Judging from your expression, you seem to know him?" 　　The purple-clad girl slowly shook her head but didn't speak. 　　The middle-aged beauty asked, "Where does Your Majesty intend to arrange the extortion of that fierce beauty?" 　　The palace-dressed beauty answered without hesitation, "The summit of Mount Hua." 　　The middle-aged beauty asked in surprise, "Why arrange it in the complex Guanzhong region? Besides, Ji Wuxia is almost completely controlled by the Rakshasa Sect." 　　The palace-dressed beauty said dismissively, "I've also put in a lot of effort against the Mount Hua Sect recently. Besides, does Ji Wuxia have the audacity to deal with me? Unless he deliberately wants the Mount Hua Sect to close down." 　　　　　　　　　　　********** 　　When Wuyue woke up, she found herself lying on an exquisitely carved soft couch. The first thing she saw was a golden candlestick shaped like a compass and the size of a washbasin, with six red candles as thick as a child's arm inserted in a plum blossom shape. The blazing candlelight illuminated the entire room. The candlestick was carved with a relief of dragons and phoenixes, the lines intricate and the craftsmanship exquisite. The eyes of the dragons and phoenixes were particularly remarkable, inlaid with four sapphires the size of human eyes – the finishing touch to a masterpiece, making them appear incredibly lifelike and clearly extraordinary. 　　The Zhou family of Jinan was incredibly wealthy, and he was no stranger to the world, yet he had never seen such exquisite and luxurious everyday items! He slowly turned his eyes to survey his surroundings. The embroidered couch he lay on was made of golden nanmu wood, painted with a golden lacquer. The sheets and quilt were made of the finest silk satin, adorned with opulent peony embroidery, smooth and soft against his skin. 　　A pale yellow silk canopy, as thin as a cicada's wing, hung above the couch. Before the couch stood a small, intricately carved huanghuali wood table and a brocade stool. The ceiling was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, covered with intricate carvings forming various patterns, including mythical flying apsaras, dragons, and phoenixes. All the furniture and decorations could only be described as luxurious, with gold as the dominant color, displaying the owner's extraordinary wealth. There was a door on each side of the room. Following the current popular room layout, the door on the right should lead to a private hall, and the door on the left should lead to the bedroom, he thought. 　　He tried to get up and walk around, but found his whole body weak and sore, especially his legs, which seemed to have little command of his brain. He pinched his thigh hard, but it didn't hurt; it felt numb! 　　Wu Yue was horrified! "It's over! Am I paralyzed and crippled?" 　　he thought, hoping that someone had just placed a restriction on him, temporarily sealing his power and rendering him immobile. His mind raced with wild thoughts, but he couldn't come up with a solution.

Left with no other option, he called out, "Is anyone here?"

... There was no response for a long while.

He raised his voice and called several more times before he faintly heard a clear voice reply, "Coming, coming!

What are you yelling about, you old poor thing? You've only been asleep for a short while and you're already... You're so annoying! Wait a minute..."

About fifteen minutes later, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed as a maid,

floated in from the right-hand door like a willow swaying in the wind. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and

cherry-like lips. She was extremely beautiful and appeared poised and elegant. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were swollen and bloodshot.

She rubbed her eyes as she walked, yawning constantly, looking sleepy.

It's no wonder others were quite annoyed that she disturbed his peaceful sleep. Judging from her appearance, if it weren't for her attire, he

would have thought she was a young lady from a wealthy family!

Seeing him staring intently at her, the maid pouted and said impatiently, "What are you looking

at! Haven't you ever seen a woman before?"

Seeing the girl's charmingly naive expression, Wuyue couldn't help but smile and wink, saying, "Miss

, why don't you put yourself in her shoes? When you wake up and find yourself in a completely unfamiliar

place, wouldn't you first give the first person next to you a good look?"

The maid tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "Hmm! That makes some sense, but shouldn't you also put yourself in

my shoes? When you've just drifted off to sleep, having a sweet dream, and are suddenly woken up, how would you

feel ?"

When it comes to bickering with girls... This was one of his strengths, and he couldn't help but laugh, "Usually I would get angry at you,

but if I saw you were crippled, well... I wouldn't be angry at all, I'd even have a good chat with you."

The little maid frowned slightly, "Sigh! Why are you

so hesitant to speak? 'Well, well, well, what do you mean by 'well,'" Wu Yue said seriously, "Well, well, you're such a beautiful girl!"

The little maid chuckled, "Is that so? Anyway, I still want to thank you for your compliment. By the way, what do you want from me in the middle of

the night ?"

Wu Yue asked, "What's your name?"

The little maid was furious; if his gaze were truly like a sword, he would have already been struck and fallen to the ground. "Disturbing my peaceful sleep in the middle of the night, just

for this?" He looked like he wanted to devour her!

Wu Yue hurriedly smiled and said, "No, that's not it. I wanted to ask where I am, what time it is, and

who your master is."

The maid said, "You asked four questions, and I can only answer two. My name is Ying'er, and it's

late Hai hour now. I can't tell you the rest."

Wu Yue said, "Oh! Ying'er, what a beautiful name! I'm already quite satisfied with your answer, but

I have another request. I'd like to see your master. Could you please inform him?"

"In the middle of the night, how dare you make such a rude request!" Despite her words, Ying'er still

went out through the door she had come from, exited the elegant hall, crossed the main hall and the inner garden, stood in the courtyard and

looked towards the northeast for a while, then returned to the room and said to him, "You're lucky. My master is a night owl, and there's still candlelight over there.

I can go and inform him for you, but whether he'll see you or not, I don't know." After saying this, she turned and went

out again.

Wu Yue's mind was in turmoil. He thought to himself, "It seems I've fallen into the hands of that mysterious organization.

What do they plan to do with me? Sigh! I'm in a dangerous situation, so I can only take it one step at a time. Judging from the grandeur of this place,

its owner must be a very important figure. They must know something about this mysterious organization.

I wonder if I can take this opportunity to find out about my background? Moreover, according to Yan Niang, the perpetrators of the tragedy back then should be an

assassin organization. So what is the name of this organization? Where

is their headquarters? Since they are assassins, they are naturally hired by someone. So who is the mastermind behind it? As a son, how can I not avenge my parents? If I can get

some , then suffering a little is nothing..."

Just as he was lost in thought, Ying'er returned, followed by an exquisite sedan chair. As Ying'er

helped him into the sedan chair, she laughed, "You're lucky! My master not only agreed to your request, but she even

plans to receive you at 'Shuying Xiangxie'!"

As a martial artist, even getting into a sedan chair left him drenched in sweat; one could imagine how humiliated he felt!

Fortunately, he was optimistic by nature, with a tendency to be easygoing and accepting of whatever came his way, so he didn't mind.

Hearing this, he asked curiously, "Is there anything special about receiving me there?"

The sedan chair had already started moving, and Ying'er, carrying a lantern, followed beside it, replying, "Of course! That's

where Her Majesty usually relaxes. In her leisure time, she enjoys tea and reads there, and when she's tired, she rests there. Whenever she's inside,

no one is allowed to approach within ten feet of her; violators will be killed without mercy! People have accidentally wandered in before, and they

all died silently, without a single scratch! Even if I have urgent business to attend to, I must first obtain

Her Majesty's permission before I dare to enter." "I think Her Majesty chose such a place to receive you tonight, perhaps to

discuss some confidential matters with you?"

As she spoke, the sedan chair had already left the elegant hall, passed through the main hall and the passageway, and entered a garden. Walking on

a flower-lined corridor with carved beams and painted rafters, the smooth blue stone path under the moonlight above

meandered like a milky yellow stream. At the turning point, this faintly shimmering stream

was abruptly cut off by the shadow of the corridor roof. After turning the corner, the view opened up again, revealing a

dark, silvery-gray hazy world dotted with patches of black shadows, oppressive, profound, and obscuring the way ahead.

Wuyue frowned, then looked around. On each of the golden pillars lining the corridor,

a poem was inscribed in flowing, elegant calligraphy, its meaning either profound or refined. The strokes were powerful and vigorous, clearly

the work long railings were intricately carved with various auspicious mythical beasts, their forms vivid and lifelike.

This garden was actually a cleverly designed and exquisitely crafted small garden. Along the way, one could see clear ponds,

artificial hills and strange rocks, pavilions and waterside terraces—all present. The buildings were mainly made of mahogany, and the walls were adorned with many delicate poems,

exuding a strong scholarly atmosphere.

Following a winding path, the sedan chair led south through an arched gate, surrounded by a row of lush green bamboo. Bathed

in moonlight, it turned northeast.

Wuyue discovered that they had entered an even larger, more magnificent garden. About sixty or

seventy feet away stood a small hill, several tens of feet high, with strangely shaped rocks. It was unclear whether it was a natural hill or an

artificial one. Green pines and cypresses grew among the rocks, making the peaks appear verdant. Several springs were located on the hillside,

their clear waters flowing and converging into a winding stream that meandered down the hill and eventually flowed into

a , adding a touch of natural wildness to the magnificent garden.

The entire lake was zigzagging, encircling half of the hill, covering an area of about three acres.

On the eastern side a simple and elegant waterside pavilion supported by more than ten thick stone pillars. The pavilion was surrounded by water on all sides,

connected to the mountain path below by only a winding wooden bridge.

Looking around, Wuyue saw that the garden was filled with flowers and trees that bloom in all four seasons, but in this early winter, most of them had withered, standing bare and

desolate in the north wind. The winding corridors and pavilions were mostly wooden structures,

built according to the needs of living, reading, playing the zither, playing chess, drinking tea, banqueting, and resting. There were halls, pavilions, towers, pavilions,

waterside pavilions, boats, and corridors, all hidden among the trees or bamboo groves. Some buildings only revealed a corner of their eaves.

The sedan chair traveled along the corridors, passing between pavilions and towers, heading straight for the lake. The doors, windows, and railings of

the buildings were all intricately carved, decorated with patterns of peonies, osmanthus, and crabapple blossoms, which symbolize wealth and nobility

. There were also many calligraphy works and stories by famous literati.

Wuyue looked up and gazed into the distance above the small hill. Under the clear moonlight, amidst the drifting dark clouds, the undulating

mountains appeared and disappeared, seemingly connected to the hill in the garden. The clear springs and streams on the hill must have originated

from those peaks. The beautiful scenery before him gave him a feeling of being in a fairyland, and he couldn't help but wonder, "

This grand and magnificent garden, with its architectural standards so high that even I have never seen anything like it, must

have been owned by high-ranking officials and nobles. Yet, why does such a garden seem to be surrounded by mountains?"

As he pondered, the sedan chair had already stepped onto the mountain path, arrived at the lakeside, and crossed the winding wooden bridge. The bridge's base

was made of sturdy round logs as thick as a person's embrace, and the bridge deck was made of strips of wood pieced together, with obvious gaps between the strips,

allowing to see the clear lake water below. He

sat down in the Fragrant Pavilion in the Shade of the Water, gazing around without a moon, only hearing the flowing spring against the stone wall by the pavilion and the rustling of the wind, evoking

the serene and poetic atmosphere of "a fragrant pavilion by the water, a poem in itself," revealing the refined taste of the host.

He had barely sat down when a tall, slender woman in palace attire, veiled in white, arrived gracefully, surrounded by a group of women

in palace carrying lanterns. In the interplay of moonlight and candlelight, she wore a pale blue

silk palace gown, over which a white gauze draped, revealing her elegant neck. The folds of her skirt flowed lightly to the ground, making her

gait even more graceful and elegant. Her jet-black hair was simply styled in a flying fairy bun,

adorned with a few large, round pearls, each the size of a longan, casually scattered among her hair. Two strands of hair fell to her left and right in front of her chest. She resembled a butterfly fluttering in the wind,

or pure, clear snow. Because her face was covered by a veil, her age was impossible to discern.

A beautiful woman in palace attire sat down on the brocade stool opposite him. With a slight wave of her hand, the other women bowed and withdrew from

"Shuying Xiangxie". Their steps appeared graceful, but in reality, they moved quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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