[Urban] The Flag of Desire (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 4: Willing to Take the

Bait A splendid sunrise, its vibrant light pouring down from the sky, rippled across the endless expanse of West Lake. The

warm morning sun generously bathed the embroidered boats moored at the shore, making the white jade beaded curtains sparkle and shimmer, their soft light even more delicate and captivating. With slender hands, Sima Wanqing parted the luxurious shimmer, hesitated slightly, and stepped ashore.

On the lakeshore, a figure in a black robe with cloud patterns leisurely fished. The black robes, serene and solemn, seemed to suppress the brilliance of the sky's haze and the lake's radiance. A sudden gust of wind caused his clothes and hair to flutter, displaying a dazzling hue, exuding a domineering and intimidating aura. His face, however, was hidden in the shadows, preventing her from seeing his expression.

"When will Senior Brother arrive?"

she asked, suppressing her unease, smiling as she approached. In the gentle breeze, her smile was like a willow bud, elegant and pleasing.

"You slept very well last night, I didn't want to wake you."

Sheng Xixian's seemingly indifferent reply sent a chill down her spine. So last night wasn't a dream. Those slightly cool fingers had lingered on her brow; that warm breath had lifted her sleeve; even that hand had tucked her in. She thought it was an illusion, but it wasn't!

"I heard the latest news yesterday, of course I slept well."

She had no intention of getting into ambiguous topics, only wanting to discuss the cooperation with him.

"Actually, his biggest weakness is Sima Bing."

Sheng Xixian glanced at her. If it were his revenge, he would start with Sima Bing. "Secondly, Yue Zhongzheng."

Sima Wanqing's smile vanished. "Wanqing will take revenge herself, just need your cooperation, Senior Brother. I wouldn't dare trouble you with anything more."

Her voice was as cold as winter snow, and unwavering. Bing'er was her most precious person, Uncle Yue treated her like a loving father, and she would never allow anyone to harm them for any reason.

Sheng Xixian keenly caught the fleeting anger on her lips, pondering with amusement. Her greatest weakness was Sima Bing!

"I won't implicate innocent people,"

Sima Wanqing seemed to be telling him, and also speaking to herself. She wouldn't resort to any means for revenge, nor would she lose her reason and principles.

"Ruhua is innocent too, yet you still sent her there,"

Sheng Xixian said with a hint of sarcasm. If she truly didn't want to implicate others, she wouldn't have cooperated with him in the first place. In her eyes, he and she were always using each other, without any feelings, so she didn't care about the sacrifices and contributions of the people of Shengwu Palace.

She paused, "She'll be fine."

Hearing her so certain answer, Sheng Xixian felt a strange displeasure rise from the bottom of his heart. Was she certain of Duan Yuhan's love for her? So much so that she couldn't bear to harm someone similar to him? This woman used Duan Yuhan's love as her greatest bargaining chip for revenge and preserving her strength. Who said she was kind? It's likely that those who love her will be driven to heartbreak and despair in this struggle for revenge, yet they will do it willingly!

"She's been doing well over there for the past two weeks. He hasn't given her much wealth or luxury, nor has he made things difficult for her. He just often has her by his side, doing things like grinding ink and pouring tea."

Her tone unconsciously lowered, her thoughts drifting. In her imagination, were Duan Yuhan and Ruhua together harmonious and happy? What he longed for most was also what she longed for most. Therefore, she was certain he would keep Ruhua. Because her fourteenth year was the purest and most radiant time of their lives.

"I heard he ordered that no more people be sent to the ranch."

"That's a good thing; at least it shows that Ruhua has satisfied him."

She said without hesitation, then caught a glimpse of the mockery in Sheng Xixian's eyes, and her heart tightened. Did he mean that Duan Yuhan might transfer his affections to Ruhua?

Sima Wanqing composed herself. "My goal is for Ruhua to become one of his closest people. Nothing else matters."

She didn't care. Since she wanted revenge, why would she care whether Duan Yuhan still loved her?

Sheng Xixian smiled meaningfully. "I told Ruhua to win his favor. So, even if it means offering her body, she won't hesitate."

He wanted to use these words to wake her up. Revenge meant no more lingering feelings for that person. Duan Yuhan was nothing but her enemy.

"I believe in Ruhua, she will succeed."

Sima Wanqing smiled faintly, but her facial muscles couldn't help but stiffen. Even now, she still couldn't accept Duan Yuhan being too intimate with other women? She secretly mocked her own foolishness.

"I heard he won't let Ruhua set foot in Gongyu Xiaozhu."

Her reluctance only intensified his displeasure. He deliberately spoke slowly, wanting to test her feelings for Duan Yuhan again.

Sima Wanqing didn't show the joy he expected, simply replying naturally, "He still needs to verify."

She had guessed early on that besides the people she sent, Sheng Xixian must have also sent people to infiltrate Lieyun Ranch and report the latest news to him, and she was right. He knew more about the ranch than she did.

Her words were simple, yet precisely the truth. These past few days, Lieyun Ranch had indeed been investigating Ruhua's background. Her subordinates hadn't even reported this to her yet.

Looking at her calm demeanor, Sheng Xixian couldn't help but sigh. In this world, no one understood Duan Yuhan better than her. Allying with her was the right decision for him. However, he wanted more than just half of Lieyun Ranch; he also wanted her true heart. Was such a thought too greedy?

"Given time, he will grow closer to Ruhua. Then, the first step will be successful."

Her pure eyes held no trace of violence. Even when secretly scheming against others, this dishonest act, when done by her, somehow gave an impression of righteous indignation.

"What's the second step?"

Sheng Xixian didn't want to disrupt her revenge plan.

Sima Wanqing smiled serenely, her elegance captivating, even dimming the brightness of the rising sun. "Make him leave the ranch and come to Hangzhou."

Once Duan Yuhan leaves Lieyun Ranch, dealing with him will be much easier.

Her beauty dazzled Sheng Xixian. If he could, he truly wanted to keep her safe. But whether she loved or hated him, her heart was only set on Duan Yuhan.

"He might not come to Hangzhou; Suzhou still holds some appeal,"

Sheng Xixian replied casually. Suzhou? Sima Wanqing's first thought was of Pei Mubai. The Pei family's Yitian Manor in Jiangnan was located in Suzhou, but unfortunately, all the houses and trees were burned down nine years ago. It was rumored that Pei Mubai was rebuilding Yitian Manor and was nearing completion, when he would hold a grand banquet for guests; eight or nine out of ten prominent figures in the martial arts world would attend to offer their congratulations. Did Duan Yuhan still harbor hostility towards Pei Mubai? Did he want to learn her whereabouts from Pei Mubai?

It didn't matter what, Sima Wanqing took out the white clay from her bosom and casually played with it. Hangzhou, the final resting place of Duan Yuhan's mother, and Yunlai Residence by West Lake, the place that nurtured Sima Bing. A man as sentimental as him would definitely come to Hangzhou again. But she didn't need to tell Sheng Xixian any of this. Her

slender, jade-like fingers kneaded, pinched, rolled, rubbed, and shaped. It was quite interesting. Ever since Sheng Xixian taught her the art of disguise, she had taken to enjoying the feeling of casually shaping the white clay every morning, in addition to applying

and shaping it on her face. Her technique became more and more refined and skillful. Even when she was deep in thought, a casual pinch of white clay would quickly take shape. However, each time, before it was fully formed, she would flatten and roll it again, starting over. Her hands were incredibly nimble, yet as if bewitched, always creating the same image: a handsome and refined profile, a proud and stubborn posture, the person etched in her heart almost leaping off the page.

Sima Wanqing lowered her head, staring intently at the clay in her hands, but suddenly exerted force, flattening and kneading the clay into a round shape again.

She didn't want him; she wanted Bing'er. She wanted to mold a tiny Bing'er. But she didn't know what her beloved child looked like now. In her memory, Bing'er was always in swaddling clothes, babbling and often waving her little hands, grabbing her clothes, jade bracelet, bow, anything she could play with, then laughing happily, and falling asleep peacefully when she was tired. Duan Yuhan would bring Bing'er with him when he came to Hangzhou, would

n't he? Seeing her silence, Sheng Xixian stopped talking and continued fishing by the lake. Perhaps at this moment, whether he caught a fish or not wasn't the most important thing to him; what mattered was enjoying the state of mind and the process of fishing.

At the same moment, a thousand miles away, Duan Yuhan was in the stables of the ranch, personally washing and brushing the coat of Xueyu Cong, sometimes affectionately patting its head, sometimes signaling it to stretch its legs. Sima Wanqing's favorite horse stood proudly, perfectly cooperative, peacefully enjoying its master's caresses.

The girl in red, watching the man and horse enjoying themselves so much, hesitated for a moment before approaching. "Young master, when will Ruhua's grandmother arrive?"

she asked anxiously.

"Your grandmother passed away three days ago,"

Duan Yuhan simply told her the truth.

Jiang Ruhua's eyes immediately reddened. "From now on, Ruhua will be an orphan, homeless forever?"

Her tearful face vaguely overlapped with Wanqing's face from many days ago. Back then, Wanqing had been just as heartbroken upon learning of her second brother's death.

A moment of confusion washed over Duan Yuhan; an inexplicable emotion surged within him, and he almost reached out to put his arm around her shoulder. He himself didn't realize that his longing and yearning for Wanqing were gradually clouding his reason.

But he ultimately restrained the impulse, saying softly, "You can stay at the ranch."

His implication was that she could make the ranch her home? She looked at him in astonishment, unable to believe she had received such a promise so easily.

Duan Yuhan stopped looking at her and continued to playfully tease Xue Yucong. Jiang Ruhua stood there, gazing at his elegant profile, and was unknowingly somewhat mesmerized.

"My lord,"

Feng San, who had rushed over, seemed to have something to report, but hesitated upon seeing the girl beside him.

Jiang Ruhua obediently took her leave, and Feng San continued, "As per my lord's instructions, the Chang'an branch has sent someone to investigate and send a letter." He

then took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Jiang Ruhua, fourteen years old, is from Jiangjia Village in the western suburbs of Chang'an. Her father, Jiang Ping, is a teacher in Jiangjia Village, and her mother is surnamed Liao. Last September, cholera ravaged the western suburbs of Chang'an, and everyone in Jiangjia Village died. Jiang Ruhua survived because she was staying with her maternal grandmother in Liaojia Village, eighty miles away. After her parents died, she depended on her grandmother for survival. Because her grandmother was seriously ill, she voluntarily sold herself for twenty taels of silver to pay for her grandmother's treatment. On the first day of last month, she was discovered by Hu's men, disciplined for several days, and then sent to the ranch. In addition, a check of the household registration book in the western suburbs of Chang'an confirms that there is indeed a person named Jiang Ruhua."

Duan Yuhan quickly scanned the register, put down the brush in his hand, and the corners of his lips gradually curved into a beautiful arc.

As he expected, Jiang Ruhua's background was very clean. Cholera caused the death of her parents. Her grandmother was seriously ill, so she sold herself and was sold to the ranch. And the only relative Ruhua mentioned also died on the way to the ranch. Everything seemed natural and perfect. Natural disasters and man-made calamities in the world inevitably create many orphans.

However, from another perspective, all of Jiang Ruhua's relatives are gone! Dead and unable to testify! Being an orphan is the easiest way to conceal one's identity!

Perhaps, Jiang Ruhua truly exists, but that person might not be the one on the ranch today.

Jiang Ruhua of Lieyun Ranch likes to use jasmine-scented hair oil, enjoys horseback riding, likes to wear bright red clothes, and dislikes perfumed clothes… In this world, it's already extremely rare for someone to resemble Wan Qing by a factor of 99%, yet this person also shares many of Wan Qing's habits and hobbies. Is this natural fate, or deliberate human intervention?

From the first moment he saw her, he never believed it, never believed that heaven would be so kind to him, creating such a miracle. Yet, even though he clearly sensed her intention to get close to him, he still unusually kept her around because of that "similar resemblance."

This resemblance always left him somewhat puzzled. Upon seeing Jiang Ruhua's beautiful appearance, many rumors circulated, some even claiming she was a fox spirit from the mountains, there to drain people's life force and take their lives. He had never believed such supernatural tales. He was simply curious as to who had cultivated someone so similar to Wanqing.

Jiang Ruhua was discovered and sent by Hu Tian's men, which made him very suspicious. Was she deliberately trained by Hu Tian? Hu Tian was also Wanqing's enemy, having nearly killed her with the Xuanbing poison years ago. Hu Tian's intention was probably that his master had completely forgotten Wanqing, had found a new love, and that Wanqing would never return, so he could finally enjoy life in peace.

However, the more he observed Jiang Ruhua over the past two weeks, the more he rejected his suspicions about Hu Tian. When Ru Hua looked in the mirror, she would glance at it casually, just like Wan Qing; when Ru Hua was stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat, she would bite her lower lip lightly, just like Wan Qing; when Ru Hua was afraid, she would stare directly at the other person, just like Wan Qing, never backing down, only her long eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing her inner fear.

These little gestures that Wan Qing was used to were not something Hu Tian could know or remember. So who was it? Who trained Ru Hua?

Perhaps, in this world, only three people could recreate the fourteen-year-old Wan Qing—himself, his uncle, and Wan Qing herself.

He and his uncle would naturally not do that, so there was only one answer: Wan Qing. Thinking of this, Duan Yuhan couldn't help but stroke the back of Xue Yu Cong, as if he could feel the warmth of Sima Wan Qing's body when she rode wildly in the past.

If this girl was really arranged by Wan Qing, he would be very happy. In this way, at least he had some clues to find Wan Qing.

However, he had to proceed cautiously and confirm his thoughts, because he knew that too many people coveted the wealth and power of Lie Yun Ranch, and too many people wanted to get close to him.

"She hasn't had any unusual contact with anyone on the ranch, except for that night when she tried to leave. There was no unusual activity during the night. In my opinion, there shouldn't be any problem."

Feng San believed that his master's investigation into Jiang Ruhua's background was a prelude to taking her as a concubine. He also hoped that Sima Wanqing would completely disappear from Duan Yuhan's heart.

Duan Yuhan smiled noncommittally. It seemed that Jiang Ruhua's only purpose was to get close to him. If Wanqing wanted revenge, let her come. He had been waiting for her for a long time.

Chapter 5: The Peach Blossom and the Beauty

Jiang Ruhua was granted permission to enter Gongyu Xiaozhu.

Jiang Ruhua often went in and out with his master.

Jiang Ruhua met with the young master, who liked her very much. They often rode horses and played together.

This sudden girl made the entire ranch uneasy. Everyone on the ranch was paying close attention to Duan Yuhan's attitude towards her.

They speculated that his master probably didn't intend to take her as a concubine, otherwise he wouldn't have let the young master call her "sister." But just because he didn't now doesn't mean he won't in the future. This girl was the closest woman to the master after the lady's departure, proving her unique place in his heart. Naturally, the crowd's attitude towards her gradually softened, no longer as suspicious as they initially viewed her as a demon and rejected her outright.

Jiang Ruhua ignored the surrounding discussions and the probing gazes of the crowd, remaining neither humble nor arrogant, acting in accordance with the rules, seemingly quite satisfied with her current life.

Duan Yuhan observed all this, further confirming his judgment. He treated her better and better, yet she didn't take advantage of his favor, nor did she become arrogant. Only someone sent by Wanqing would react this way.

But Duan Yuhan still had one question. Could Sima Wanqing alone have found someone who looked so much like him? Was Pei Mubai supporting her from behind? But Pei Mubai had been searching for her for the past three years. Was it all a facade? Was his Qing actually with Pei Mubai all along?

Thinking of Pei Mubai, Duan Yuhan was surprisingly calm. Upon reflection, he realized how similar Pei Mubai's selfless and tireless help to Sima Wanqing was to his uncle's love for Wanqing's mother. Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean possessing them; simply helping them achieve happiness brings happiness in return. Duan Yuhan couldn't do that kind of love, but he no longer hated Pei Mubai, simply because they both loved the same woman and were equally determined to give her happiness.

"Daddy, here's something good for you!"

Little Sima Bing excitedly rushed into the study, carrying a plate of bright green dumplings, interrupting his thoughts.

Green dumplings? Duan Yuhan picked up the little guy, full of doubt. No one on the ranch outside the pass would make these.

"Sister Ruhua made them, aren't they delicious?"

She grabbed one with her little hand and proudly put it in his mouth.

Green dumplings, called Qingming dumplings in Hangzhou dialect, were something Duan Yuhan had eaten many of since childhood. The one in his mouth now had a cool texture, a sweet and smooth taste, and was quite delicious.

Jiang Ruhua entered with a smile. "Ruhua only knows how to make a few kinds of pastries. If you don't like them, please let me know, and I'll definitely improve."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she never addressed him as "Master," and he didn't mind.

"Not bad, very delicious."

The familiar green rice dumplings brought Duan Yuhan a strange feeling. In his childhood, his mother would personally cook green rice dumplings for him every year as Qingming Festival approached.

Qingming? Duan Yuhan suddenly remembered that Qingming Festival was not far away, and he was startled to realize that he hadn't personally visited his mother's grave in Hangzhou for four years. Although he had people properly repair his mother's grave every year, he was ultimately unfilial. Perhaps, this year he should take Bing'er to Hangzhou to sweep the grave and fulfill his filial duty.

Jiang Ruhua lowered her head shyly, as if overwhelmed by praise, her long, butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering slightly. Duan Yuhan caught a glimpse of this and his heart stirred. Why was she making green rice dumplings for no reason? Was she reminding him that Qingming Festival was approaching? Reminding him that he should go to Hangzhou to sweep the grave? Was Wanqing trying to lure him to Hangzhou?

A thousand thoughts raced through Duan Yuhan's mind, and he was almost at the heart of the truth.

"Here, take this."

The little guy handed him the plate, quickly slipping off the floor, seemingly eager to go play somewhere again.

"Young Master, business is important. Ruhua takes her leave."

Jiang Ruhua took Sima Bing's little hand, and the two skipped and hopped out the door together. A moment later, her little head peeked back in through the doorway. "Daddy, don't finish it all, leave two for me."

Despite being a tiny child, she insisted on giving serious instructions to an adult

. Duan Yuhan casually placed the plate on the desk, finally unable to suppress a smile. Just seeing Bing'er made all his worries vanish instantly. And Jiang Ruhua, with Bing'er, would laugh and play without restraint—that was the real her. This girl, after all, was still too young to be a mole. Perhaps Wanqing valued Ruhua's childishness, because she knew that the more innocent and pure a person was, the less wary he would be.

The next day, after discussing with Yue Zhongzheng, Duan Yuhan decided to take Sima Bing, Jiang Ruhua, Xiaoyu, and Qin Mama to Hangzhou, while Yue Zhongzheng would remain to oversee Lieyun Ranch.

Along the way, Sima Bing was as happy as a bird released from its cage, chirping incessantly, wanting everything delicious and fun. As a result, when they finally arrived in Hangzhou, their three carriages were overflowing with all sorts of trinkets, barely enough room for anyone else.

The Yunlai Inn by West Lake, which Duan Yuhan had acquired four years ago, was now managed by Feng San's younger brother, Feng Si, who was busy welcoming them and directing the servants to move Sima Bing's various treasures into the room. Everyone was bustling about.

Duan Yuhan, however, stood outside the gate of Yunlai Inn, lost in thought. Back then, if Yunlai Inn hadn't burned down, Wanqing wouldn't have come to see him, there wouldn't have been that passionate night, there wouldn't have been Sima Bing, and he and Wanqing wouldn't have married so quickly. Could this place, now, still bring them a turning point?

Naturally, after a good rest, the energetic little guy wanted to go out and play again. So Duan Yuhan took him, and they strolled around West Lake.

West Lake is like Xi Shi, beautiful whether adorned or plain. Unlike the grand and majestic landscapes beyond the Great Wall, West Lake exudes the delicate and graceful charm of a Jiangnan woman. Willow branches sway gently on both banks of the Bai Causeway, peach blossoms reflect in the water, and the breath of spring blends into a rich poetic and picturesque scene, making one feel refreshed

and relaxed. Although young, Sima Bing seemed to be captivated by the beautiful scenery, quietly holding Duan Yuhan's left little finger as they strolled leisurely.

"Oh, what a tiny puppy!"

A pure white puppy came bounding over from ahead, and the little guy spotted it with delight. Lieyun Ranch had quite a few dogs, but he had never seen one with such soft fur and a small body before, so he was very curious.

The puppy scurried over, seemingly also interested in Sima Bing, circling around his feet. Its head only reached Sima Bing's knees, its bright black eyes set in a flat face, making it incredibly endearing. Sima Bing reached out to pet its head, but it cleverly dodged, sticking out its pink little tongue to gently lick his palm. Sima Bing felt ticklish and couldn't help but giggle.

The puppy became even more smug, showing off by doing a handstand and inching forward. But after a few steps, it finally got tired and stopped, panting heavily. Sima Bing carefully picked it up and held it to his chest like a precious treasure. This little thing was much more fun than any of the other toys along the way.

"Xue'er, Xue'er..."

A sedan chair carried by four people slowly approached from not far away. A young girl in front of the chair looked around and called out. The girl had her hair in two buns, and her clothes were light and of fine quality, suggesting she was a maid from a wealthy family.

Hearing the call, the puppy shrank its head and simply burrowed under Sima Bing's sleeve, leaving only its hind legs and tail sticking out. Its head-first, head-butt-second behavior looked utterly comical.

"Xue'er!"

The young woman noticed it and rushed over. The closer it got, the wider her eyes widened. The incomparably handsome man and the dazzling white jade doll were so stunning that she was momentarily stunned.

The little dog ignored her, still nestled in Sima Bing's arms.

After a while, the young woman came to her senses and curtsied, "Please, young master, return Xue'er to me."

Seeing the two men before her, so beautiful and distinguished, her tone was much more polite than usual.

Although Sima Bing loved Xue'er, he knew the principle of returning what belongs to its owner, so he picked it up and was about to hand it to the young woman. Xue'er let out a mournful cry, its legs kicking wildly. Sima Bing suddenly noticed a red scar on its hind leg, seemingly from being beaten. Could its owner have hit it? No wonder it refused to go back.

Sima Bing pouted, then abruptly withdrew his hand. "It won't go with you." "Kid, give Xue'er back!"

Seeing that he wouldn't return it, the girl's tone immediately became harsh and arrogant, displaying an overbearing air. Sima Bing took small steps and secretly shuffled back to Duan Yuhan.

The girl rushed over, bending down to snatch Xue'er back from Sima Bing's arms, but Xue'er nimbly jumped onto Sima Bing's shoulder and then leaped onto Duan Yuhan. Duan Yuhan casually took it in.

"Daddy, it was beaten, so pitiful."

Sima Bing tugged at Duan Yuhan's sleeve, naturally wanting his father to keep the puppy. Duan Yuhan patted the little guy's head, indicating that there was no need to worry, then coldly looked at the girl. He had hated people who bullied others like this since childhood, especially since she dared to yell at Sima Bing.

"You..."

The girl was initially furious, but when she met his gaze, she involuntarily took a step back. A cold, aloof demeanor, like icebergs and snowmelt, seemed to erect a wall before her, preventing her from daring to approach the child even a step closer.

"What is it?"

A soft, alluring voice drifted in. Unbeknownst to her, the sedan chair had quietly come to a stop beside her. The golden brocade curtains swayed gently in the breeze, revealing a woman with her hair piled high, her face obscured.

"Xue'er, be good, don't be naughty."

The voice was soft and sweet, almost like a gentle scolding to Xue'er. Xue'er jumped down from Duan Yuhan's arms and ran happily towards the sedan chair.

Sima Bing, with her childlike nature, couldn't help but worry about Xue'er. "Don't go, she'll hit you."

Xue'er seemed to understand. When she reached the sedan chair, she stopped again, her big, dark eyes looking back at Sima Bing, as if reluctant to part with this new friend.

Her fair hand gently lifted the flowing gold brocade gauze, revealing a sleeve as white as the lake. The wind on the shore suddenly picked up, and in an instant, willow branches swayed, petals fell in profusion, a rain of flowers filling the air with a refreshing fragrance, intoxicating all who beheld it. Yet, the beauty of West Lake, the color of peach and willow trees, could not compare to even a fraction of her unparalleled radiance. It seemed that with just a gentle glance from her, all the spring flowers would bloom in competition, and the green mountains and clear waters would bow down in admiration.

Duan Yuhan, who prided himself on never being swayed by beauty, felt inexplicably suffocated at this moment. He felt an overwhelming, gentle yet irresistible surge of vibrant colors washing over him, his heart involuntarily succumbing to their allure.

Bao'er rushed to support him, "Madam, the Palace Master has ordered..."

"Come out and see what's so serious,"

the beauty said calmly, exuding an air of quiet authority. Bao'er had no choice but to swallow the rest of her sentence, "Madam cannot easily see outsiders."

Palace Master? In Hangzhou, the only person worthy of the title "Palace Master" was probably Sheng Xixian, the master of the Holy Martial Palace. This man held considerable prestige in the martial arts world, though they had never met. His reputation had grown steadily in the past two years due to his courteous treatment of scholars and his fair dealings. It was rumored that he was extremely fond of beautiful women and surrounded by countless beauties. Could this woman be one of his concubines? Duan Yuhan instantly deduced the general situation.

Xue'er obediently slipped to the beauty's feet, and the beauty picked her up, moving gracefully with delicate steps. She stared intently at the small figure before Duan Yuhan.

A round, innocent face, flawless skin, a delicate, small nose, and dark eyes that curved like crescent moons when he smiled. He was like an angel who had accidentally fallen to earth, otherworldly and perfect. Was it Bing'er? Her Bing'er. A

faint mist blurred Sima Wanqing's vision. At this moment, she wanted to hold him tightly, she wanted to kiss his little face, she wanted to tell him how much she missed him. But she couldn't. She couldn't!

She knew perfectly well that revealing herself to Duan Yuhan before achieving her revenge was extremely unwise. Yet she had come, just to see him. Her child was doing well; she could finally relax a little. But even so close, she couldn't acknowledge him, and she couldn't let Duan Yuhan suspect anything. Her

nails, coated with balsam petals, dug deeply into her palms; she needed the pain to stay awake.

In Duan Yuhan's view, it was quite normal for this stunning beauty to be attracted to Sima Bing. Whether on the ranch or along the way, Sima Bing had drawn countless admiring glances. However, he still had a slightly strange feeling. What was strange, he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"What a beautiful child,"

Sima Wanqing said, feigning politeness, gazing longingly at Sima Bing, wanting to imprint his image perfectly in her mind at this moment.

A gentle, spring-like aura lingered around Sima Bing, and the little boy suddenly blurted out, "Auntie, you're so beautiful."

He paused, then added, "More beautiful than my mother."

Mother? He couldn't speak yet when they left. She never expected to hear Bing'er say "mother" for the first time, and under such circumstances. That clear, crisp "mother" almost brought tears to Sima Wanqing's eyes.

"But my mother is the best in the world,"

the little boy added earnestly, resting his chin on his hand.

"Your mother must love you very much."

She seemed to use all her strength to suppress the warmth in her eyes.

"Of course!"

the little guy said loudly, but his eyes suddenly reddened. Although he was young, he was exceptionally strong-willed. He wouldn't show weakness in front of strangers because he believed his mother would definitely come back.

Sima Wanqing couldn't help but lovingly take his chubby little hand in hers. "Good boy."

Their fingers were connected to their hearts; holding hands like this, she could even feel his pounding heartbeat.

Xue'er seemed to know her mistress's affection for the child and quietly slipped to Sima Bing's feet.

Sima Bing picked it up. "Auntie, could you please not hit Xue'er?"

He carefully examined its injuries, earnestly pleading.

Sima Wanqing stared at him in astonishment. How could he have such a misunderstanding? Bao'er stepped forward indignantly. "Madam didn't hit it. Those injuries were inflicted by the dog thief a few days ago."

"Then why won't it come with you?"

Sima Bing was determined to get to the bottom of this; he couldn't let Xue'er suffer any more.

“I tried to change its dressing, but it wouldn’t and ran away!”

Bao’er cried out anxiously.

Sima Wanqing gently stroked Xue’er’s back. “Changing the dressing is a little painful, you’re too delicate.”

Xue’er slumped down, as if she knew she was wrong.

“I knew it, Auntie is a good person.”

“You like Xue’er? If you like it, I’ll give it to you.”

Let this little dog stay by her side for now. A child without a mother, no matter how much love she receives, is still lonely. She knew this better than anyone.

Sima Bing was overjoyed, his little mouth slightly open, revealing two cute little tiger teeth. “Really?”

“Of course it’s true.”

Sima Wanqing couldn’t help but hug him. Small, soft, and cute, her Bing’er was real, not a dream.

Sima Bing felt that the beautiful aunt was a little strange, but in the end he didn’t struggle, comfortably resting his little head on her shoulder.

“Bing’er.”

Duan Yuhan vaguely felt that something was wrong. First, this beautiful woman hadn’t looked to the side at all, only showing great interest in Sima Bing. Secondly, aside from him, Yue Zhongzheng, and Qin's mother, Sima Bing had always disliked being held by others, let alone strangers. The fact that she was now obediently nestled in someone's arms was truly unusual.

She hadn't heard his voice in a long time; it was still so mellow, so magnetic. Sima Wanqing felt a pang of panic and finally resolutely put Sima Bing down.

No matter how reluctant she was, she had to let go; no matter how painful it was, they had to separate. The child would ultimately belong to her. And now, she absolutely couldn't let a moment of impulse ruin her revenge plan.

Duan Yuhan stood behind Sima Bing, only a foot away. She dared not look at him, afraid that even a glance would reveal her inner secret, and she would no longer be able to remain calm as she was now. For over a thousand days and nights, she had never forgotten him even a little. Thinking of his cruelty, his ruthlessness, her heart had been numbed by the daily torment of hatred. Was it only his life that could truly free her?

She caught a faint, refreshing scent, but couldn't distinguish whether it was the fragrance of willows and grass, or his.

So be it. Her purpose for the day had been achieved; it was time to leave quickly. Sima Wanqing had no choice but to calmly turn and leave.

"Auntie, thank you."

A cheerful, melodious child's voice rang out from behind her, as beautiful as heavenly music.

"You're welcome."

Sima Wanqing turned back with a gentle smile, but in that instant, her gaze met Duan Yuhan's.

Handsome in his blue robe, immaculate, standing tall and aloof, both dreamlike and real. Fate had decreed an inescapable connection, one that couldn't be avoided no matter what!

A sharp pain exploded in her heart, and the world fell silent. The bitterness on her tongue slowly dissipated, yet carried a hint of sweetness.

So close, yet so far.

Slowly lowering her head, with a calm and composed nod, Sima Wanqing resolutely turned and left. Her back, resolute and lonely, gradually blended into the flowing gold brocade.

She was not suited for such a tragic act as revenge, yet she had no choice but to do it. Fate played tricks on her; what could she say?

Duan Yuhan's gaze lingered uncertainly until the sedan chair had disappeared into the distance. For the first time, a woman had seen him with such composure; for the first time, he had gazed at a woman other than Wanqing for so long; for the first time, he was so bewildered.

Why was her gaze towards Bing'er so tender, as if even the fluttering willow branches would melt into it?

Why, when she and Sima Bing embraced, did he sense something amiss, yet still couldn't bear to disrupt their intimacy?

Why did a strange yet familiar feeling linger around him?

"Father, this auntie looks like Mother,"

Sima Bing said casually while playing with Xue'er.

Does she look like her? Duan Yuhan shook his head with amusement. This child, seeing someone beautiful and kind to him, immediately said she looked like his mother.

He didn't know that children are the most sensitive beings in the world. Only a child's clear eyes can see beyond appearances and perceive the deepest warmth and love in a person's heart.

Their encounter by the lake, a face like a peach blossom, unparalleled beauty, now crystallized in Duan Yuhan's memory as a beautiful ink painting. That breathtaking radiance ultimately dazzled his eyes, preventing him from scrutinizing her words and actions.

Amidst the spring scenery, Duan Yuhan didn't notice that a pair of eyes had been watching them from across the lake for a long time.

Chapter 6: Blood Splattered on West Lake.

The crisp fragrance gradually filled the room, and Sima Wanqing suddenly awoke. Her gaze fell upon Sheng Xixian, who was leisurely sitting at the table, drinking tea and reading.

"Why did you enter uninvited, Senior Brother!"

Sima Wanqing raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, her anger adding a touch of blush to her face, making her even more charming.

"I heard you met them a few days ago,"

Sheng Xixian said unhurriedly, putting down his book.

She tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, her mind filled with images of that handsome man in his blue robes. The thought of him made Sima Wanqing irritable. "Senior brother is meddling too much."

"Don't forget, we're cooperating."

Sheng Xixian's expression remained unchanged, but his voice grew increasingly serious. "So you'd better think twice before you act. If you fail, it will implicate many people."

Sima Wanqing knew he was right, but she refused to admit she was wrong. She gave a soft snort, turned her head away, and refused to look at him again.

Sheng Xixian smiled again. "You look much cuter when you're angry than usual."

She had always been polite to him, and although she had smiled before, she still kept him at arm's length. Seeing her slightly angry expression today pleased him. Sima Wanqing didn't reply, still turning away.

"Bing'er, truly a lovable child."

Sheng Xixian seemed to genuinely praise her. Sima Wanqing's expression changed drastically. She abruptly turned to look at him, her gaze sharp as a knife.

"I won't hurt him,"

Sheng Xixian said softly as he approached. "You completely lost your usual composure when you saw them. How can I not worry about you when you're so restless?"

His clear, calm voice flowed past Sima Wanqing's ears, and she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. She could resolutely let go of Sima Bing, and she could pretend to be a stranger to Duan Yuhan, so why were their images so vivid in her mind now? Whether it was annoyance, anger, or worry, why was her state of mind so turbulent this morning?

She couldn't see through it all, couldn't let go.

But what good was it if she couldn't see through it all, couldn't let go? The deaths of her father and brother, the change of ownership of the ranch—all thanks to Duan Yuhan. How could she not avenge such a deep-seated hatred?

The weariness that had accumulated in her heart suddenly surged like the Qiantang River tide, wave after wave, and she wished her heart could be submerged and covered up. Ignorance, numbness, thoughtlessness, and memory—that too was a kind of peace and tranquility. But even this peace and tranquility was now a luxury, something she longed for but could not obtain.

Sima Wanqing smiled faintly, "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother."

But the vulnerability and helplessness in her eyes did not escape Sheng Xixian's notice. With a soft sigh, Sheng Xixian himself did not understand why he wanted to cherish her so much, only wanting to share all her troubles. Or, if she could not make a decision, he would make the decision for her.

"I'm fine, I will keep my promise."

Never having heard him sigh so gently, Sima Wanqing sensitively realized something. At this moment, she did not want any man's love, whether it was Duan Yuhan or Sheng Xixian in front of her. She and Sheng Xixian should only have a working relationship.

"It's best if you're alright."

Sheng Xixian said no more and went out the door.

Sima Wanqing stared at his back, somewhat stunned. Why did he say that? Did he not believe in her determination to take revenge?

Outside the door, Sheng Xixian looked at the peach blossoms blooming in full glory, somewhat bewildered. He did not care about her rejection. The more she retreated, widening the distance between them, the more he wanted to move forward, to get closer to her. Perhaps getting her to accept him would be a time-consuming and emotionally draining tug-of-war, but he didn't care.

But since when had he become so concerned with Duan Yuhan's extraordinary stature?

Thinking of Duan Yuhan's encounter with Sima Wanqing, their meeting without recognition, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.

In the Dark Fragrance Pavilion, during the first time he disguised her, he created the perfect image of her on her face. The Lady of the Rainbow Robe, a beauty that could topple kingdoms, would drive any man mad, yet she was selfish, willful, arrogant, and cruel, occasionally gentle and charming—this was what the world saw. He believed that only such unparalleled beauty and such a temperament could divert everyone's attention and slightly obscure her unique brilliance.

Sure enough, even someone as familiar with her as Duan Yuhan couldn't see through the celestial fairy's appearance and recognize her.

In this world, only he saw the real Sima Wanqing, more radiant after frost, more pure after snow—a beauty that captivated his heart.

Duan Yuhan of Yunlai Residence was practicing his internal energy as usual.

Thump, thump, with each heartbeat, the burning pain throughout his body intensified. His body felt as if it were being roasted over a raging fire, every inch of his eight extraordinary meridians aching terribly.

Ever since he had forced Wan Qing to expel the Xuanbing poison and then recklessly used his true energy, he had been in this state.

According to Lu Jingqiao, the "Miraculous Hands That Even Ghosts Fear," his true energy had been overused, and without timely rest and recuperation, his meridians were now extremely fragile. From now on, not only would his martial arts skills be unable to improve further, but he would also have to be extremely cautious in combat, using no more than seven-tenths of his strength. If he used his full power, his meridians would inevitably be unable to withstand it, at best breaking, at worst exploding. At that point, losing all his martial arts skills would be a minor matter; he might even lose his life.

Duan Yuhan didn't take these words too seriously. However, a few days ago, the national teacher of the Kingdom of Kucha had come to provoke him without cause, and after being intimidated and driven away by his Frosty Heart-Piercing Palm, his body had become increasingly unwell. Whenever he reached a crucial moment in his training, his breathing would become chaotic, his meridians would ache terribly, and he showed signs of qi deviation. Recently, it had intensified, and the ordeal he had just experienced wasn't the first time.

He hadn't mentioned this to anyone except Lu Jingqiao. For the sake of Lieyun Ranch's century-old reputation, and to prevent those coveting the ranch's wealth from causing trouble, he couldn't afford to lose any martial arts competition, and he had to win any battle of wits. Therefore, he had no choice but to pretend nothing was wrong.

Pushing open the door, he was greeted by lush greenery. Fresh. Tranquil. Comfortable.

Duan Yuhan took a deep breath, the oppressive feeling in his chest gradually dissipating.

Yunlai Residence always reminded him of Wan Qing. Perhaps waiting patiently would bring her closer. Remembering Bing'er's words that day, he couldn't help but smile. That child, wanting to get close to beautiful women—wasn't that just a boy's nature?

Recalling the beauty by the lake, he couldn't remember her face at all; all he remembered was her breathtaking beauty, dazzling him in the warm sun. But even if she possessed unparalleled beauty, it was irrelevant to him. Aside from Wan Qing, he wouldn't care about anyone else.

Quiet. An unusual silence enveloped him. There was no of Bing'er's usual boisterousness, no Qin Mama chasing after her to coax her to eat. This strange silence suddenly made him wary.

Duan Yuhan strode towards the backyard, which was empty. Not only was Sima Bing absent, but Xiao Yu, Qin Mama, Jiang Ruhua, and all the servants were gone.

"Someone come here,"

Duan Yuhan said, his brow slightly furrowed, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, his powerful inner energy flowing through it, ensuring his voice could be heard in every room of Yunlai Residence.

"Yes, what are your orders, Master?"

Feng Si appeared quickly with his men.

"Where's Bing'er?"

"Young Master went to walk the dog by the lake with Miss Jiang and Miss Yu. Please rest assured, Master, I have arranged for thirty elite men to escort him. He is absolutely safe."

Feng Si sensed the worry in Duan Yuhan's tone.

"They've been gone for half an hour. They should be back for breakfast by now."

Qin Mama stepped forward with concern.

Even if Bing'er was playing and didn't want to come back, Xiao Yu and Ru Hua would definitely try to coax him back. Could something have happened? Duan Yuhan's right eyelid twitched twice for no reason. He had never believed in good or bad omens, but now he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"I will send someone to the lake immediately. Please don't worry, Master."

Feng Si reacted immediately.

"Something terrible has happened..."

A servant rushed in, trembling all over, his face pale.

"What's the matter that you're so panicked?"

Feng Si looked at his subordinate's cowardly appearance and secretly hated him for embarrassing him in front of his master.

"It's... by the lake, they're all dead, and Young Master is missing too."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked. How could such a thing happen?

"Lead the way,"

Duan Yuhan said calmly, stepping out first. Feng Si and the others hurriedly followed. Actually, there was no need for the guide; just outside Yunlai Residence, listening to the chatter of the people, they had roughly found their way.

Along the West Lake, corpses lay strewn everywhere, a gruesome sight. Large swaths of blood were splattered on the ground, pools of pale red, a shocking sight. The nauseating, even suffocating, stench of blood permeated the lakeshore, as if every gesture, every step, even a gentle breath, would be stained with blood.

The once vibrant West Lake was now filled with the aura of death; the horrific scene chilled the heart. The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, but no one dared approach, fearing that taking a single step would be teetering on the edge of hell. Duan

Yuhan approached step by step, the scene along the lake becoming clearer, his heart sinking deeper and deeper. He quickly scanned the area; Bing'er was indeed not there.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, after investigation, it has been confirmed that all thirty guards and Miss Yu have perished, and the young master and Miss Jiang are nowhere to be found."

Feng Si was extremely efficient, and in a short time, he had grasped the general situation.

Walking slowly to the dead, Duan Yuhan bent down and carefully examined each body. The thirty guards lay scattered about, their deaths varied, and their fatal wounds differed—some were slashed, some stabbed, and some poisoned. This was enough to prove that the killers were not a single person, but likely a collective action by the same organization.

Not far away, a corpse lay facing the direction of Yunlai Residence, stabbed in the back. Whether it was trying to escape or preparing to return to report, it was clear it had been killed. In that case, the killers spared no one; it was indeed cruel.

The fact that none of the thirty survived could only be explained in two ways: they were killed for desperately protecting their master, or the killers feared they would recognize them and therefore left no survivors.

Suddenly, Duan Yuhan's heart clenched. Beneath a weeping willow, Xiao Yu, who had served Wan Qing since childhood, had bulging, terrifying eyes. A deep gash across her neck oozed blood, and she had been dead for some time. Beside her, Xue'er lay dying, her pure white fur stained with blood, her small belly heaving as she struggled between life and death. This near-mad slaughter spared not even defenseless women and dogs—who was this person?!

Duan Yuhan stepped over the corpses, the blood-soaked landscape fueling his rage. Today, whether in the imperial court, the martial arts world, or the business community, everyone who spoke of Lieyun Ranch and the name "Duan Yuhan" treated him with trepidation. Who dared to kidnap Sima Bing and then so brutally kill so many people?

"I suspect someone kidnapped the young master to extort money,"

Feng Si cautiously offered his opinion.

Duan Yuhan remained silent. This Feng Si, who managed Yunlai Residence, was far more mediocre than Feng San. If it were truly for money, why kill so many people and create unnecessary hatred? It seems the kidnapper of Sima Bing harbors ulterior motives, and money alone cannot solve the problem.

"I thought Miss Jiang's disappearance was somewhat strange."

Jiang Ruhua's body was nowhere to be found. Had she also been captured? Did the killer think she still had value? Or perhaps she was an accomplice? But Duan Yuhan immediately dismissed the latter possibility; he trusted his own eyes. Jiang Ruhua's love for Bing'er was genuine; she wouldn't do anything to harm Bing'er.

"Give the body a proper burial, and wash this place clean with water. Also, ask the nearby residents if anyone witnessed the incident or knows Bing'er's whereabouts. A reward of five hundred taels will be given for any clues."

After giving his orders, Duan Yuhan turned and looked at the lake.

Concern clouded his judgment; though outwardly calm, his mind was in turmoil. The lake water before him was a deep, dark green, but what he saw was still a deep, blood-red.

From beyond the Great Wall to Hangzhou, they had kept a low profile the entire way. Unexpectedly, Bing'er encountered such danger just a few days after arriving in Hangzhou. Could it be that the enemy had planned this all along, monitoring their movements for a long time?

Xue'er's mournful cry reached his ears. This beloved companion of Bing'er was nearing its end. Duan Yuhan abruptly went to its side, his fingers moving with lightning speed. If he couldn't let it live happily, he would end its suffering sooner. Xue'er twitched, then finally lay still, allowing others to carry it away along with Xiao Yu.

Drops of blood dripped incessantly from Xiao Yu's neck. Duan Yuhan suddenly realized that he had always thought the blood everywhere here was from the blood of those thirty-odd people, but the truth might not be so. The unusually large amount of blood, the faint trails of blood, only proved one fact—many others had died here, but their bodies had been moved. Even the dead had to be moved, to prevent him from discovering their origins?

Duan Yuhan stroked the drooping willow branches beside him, looking at the specks of crimson stained with splattered blood, and smiled coldly.

Sima Bing had been taken away, so his life was no longer in danger; he could rest assured about that for the time being. He deduced that the other party would soon contact him to discuss a deal. What did the murderers want from him? They'd see if they had the ability to get it!

He didn't know that Sima Bing was currently lying peacefully asleep on Sima Wanqing's bed. Sima Wanqing, meanwhile, was instructing her maid, Bao'er, to prepare hot water for a bath and change.

A short while later, Sima Wanqing was immersed in the bathtub, her damp black hair cascading down her smooth, jade-like back, her skin radiating a deathly pale light. Her hands trembled slightly, the lingering fear preventing her from calming down. If she hadn't decided to go for a walk by West Lake, if she hadn't arrived in time, Ruhua would have been killed, and Bing'er would have been taken away by those bloodthirsty people—the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Just now, she hadn't imagined her actions would be so ruthless.

It was all like a nightmare. In the dream, she moved with the grace of a startled swan, the fluidity of a dragon in flight, wielding incredibly strong, fine silkworm threads. With lightning speed, she wrapped them around the enemy's neck; then, with a sudden surge of the power of her supreme inner strength technique, she pulled back forcefully, ripping the enemy's head from their body. Hot, gushing blood spurted out, soaking her clothes. Before

her eyes, a deluge of blood rained down; in her ears, the cracking sounds of bones breaking; in her nostrils, the stench of blood completely masked the delicate fragrance of sensual pleasures, making one want to vomit; her hands were covered in hot, sticky blood. The enemies pounced on Bing'er like madmen. She, too, moved like a madwoman, weaving through them, destroying them one by one.

Finally, when all those who deserved to die were dead, she stopped. She only remembered Ruhua collapsing to the ground in horror, desperately covering Bing'er's eyes with her hands. Bao'er and the four sedan bearers stood there dumbfounded, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence.

She didn't remember how many people she had killed, nor had she ever tried to. She only knew that they all deserved to die.

So this was how easy it was to be cold-blooded, how simple it was to kill!

The swirling steam made her consciousness somewhat hazy, but she couldn't sleep. Calming herself, she thought carefully: who wanted to kidnap Bing'er? Could it be Sheng Xixian? Such a proud man wouldn't stoop to such a thing. But if it wasn't him, who would dare to oppose Duan Yuhan?

"Bao'er, change the water."

The warm water still had a faint fishy smell, a smell that made her dizzy.

"Yes."

Bao'er's voice trembled slightly. She didn't know why the Madam had saved the child, only that she knew of the Madam's legendary cruelty, which she had finally witnessed today.

After changing the water three times, Sima Wanqing finally decided to get up and dress. She tidied herself, spread out Xuan paper, hastily picked up her brush, and finished in a moment. "Send someone to Yunlai Residence."

After instructing Bao'er, she went to see Sima Bing.

Duan Yuhan must be very anxious now, and she wouldn't let go of this good opportunity to subdue him. 04-05

Chapter 07: Gentle Trap

"Your son is safe and sound at my humble abode, do not worry. I hope that Your Excellency will come to Qingxin Garden for a chat at noon today."

On the snow-white Xuan paper, the vigorous Yan style, with its open and expansive momentum, exudes the demeanor of a master, just like the handwriting of Wan Qing in the past. When Duan Yuhan saw it, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then secretly laughed at her own foolishness. There are many people who look very similar to Wan Qing, so what's so strange about occasionally seeing handwriting that is similar?

Naturally, Feng Si immediately told her all about the situation of Qingxin Garden, "Qingxin Garden is located in the western suburbs outside the city, under the name of Shengwu Palace. Sheng Xixian only stays there for a few days occasionally. In recent months, it has become lively there, with people coming and going frequently. The one currently living there is Sheng Xixian's newly acquired Lady Ni Chang." "

Ni Chang?"

Duan Yuhan murmured. "Is this the beauty who gave Bing'er the puppy that day?

" "Yes. Rumor has it that this woman is a peerless beauty, a stunningly beautiful woman who can bewitch all. She is spoiled and arrogant, and acts recklessly, but is greatly favored by Sheng Xixian. Last month, a lecherous man attempted to take advantage of her outside the elegant garden but was caught red-handed. Since then , Sheng Xixian has strictly forbidden anyone not from the Shengwu Palace from approaching the villa; violators will be killed

without exception." "In my opinion, the young master's abduction has nothing to do with Madam Ni Chang. It doesn't seem like the Shengwu Palace was responsible either. This letter is unsigned, which is very strange; I'm afraid the other party has ulterior motives."

Feng Si now seemed much clearer-headed, analyzing the situation logically.

Duan Yuhan looked at the letter, silent. What exactly was the other party plotting?

Sending a letter openly, yet concealing their identity by not signing it. Was it a trap set because they knew how much he loved his son? Was he deliberately led to Qingxin Yayuan to mislead Sheng Xixian, thus inciting conflict between Lieyun Ranch and Shengwu Palace? Was the other party targeting him, or attempting to weaken the power of the ranch and Shengwu Palace?

Or was it indeed the work of Shengwu Palace, with Sheng Xixian harboring ulterior motives? But if so, given his reputation and status in the martial arts world, why would he send an anonymous letter? What role did that Lady Ni Chang, who seemed to adore Bing'er, play in this matter?

"Did any civilians witness Bing'er being kidnapped?"

Duan Yuhan needed more clues to make the right judgment.

"This... Young Master left at dawn, it was still early, and there weren't many people passing by the lake at the time. Some people heard fighting, but no one dared to investigate."

It seemed that the only clue to finding Sima Bing was this letter. Therefore, Duan Yuhan had only one choice: to go as promised. Even if he was wrong, even if he was tricked, he absolutely could not gamble with Bing'er's safety. In the end, he decided to go alone to investigate. One person made it easier to move and easier to retreat. He was confident that with his martial arts skills and quick wit, he would be able to uncover the truth and escape unscathed.

Naturally, Duan Yuhan's deduction was quite reasonable, and his decision was logical. His only miscalculation was that Sima Bing hadn't fallen into enemy hands, and the messenger wasn't one of those ruthless killers.

All of this was within Sima Wanqing's expectations. She knew he would come, and given his arrogance, he would come alone. At Qingxin Yayuan, Madam Ni Chang had already prepared everything and was waiting for him.

When Duan Yuhan arrived at the gate of Qingxin Yayuan, it was noon. At this time, most people were having lunch, and vigilance was relatively relaxed, making it ideal for a covert investigation.

Bypassing the guards, he went to the east side, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and leaped over the high wall, instantly appearing inside the garden. Looking around, there was a dense crowd at the gate, but the garden itself was deserted and eerily quiet. The surrounding area was filled with lush bamboo, some tall and dignified, others delicate and rugged, clustered together in small groups, embracing each other, exuding the charm of Jiangnan. The winding stone path led deeper and deeper, where a gentle breeze caressed the face and the swaying bamboo shadows created an atmosphere of utmost elegance. If one didn't know this was the territory of the Holy Martial Palace, one might mistake it for the private garden of some scholar.

Faint footsteps approached, heavy yet firm, indicating the newcomer's martial arts had reached a super-first-rate level. Duan Yuhan, not wanting to alert them, swiftly slipped among the bamboo.

"Guardian, please calm your anger."

From above, the arrogant maidservant from the lakeside that day rushed over, preceded by a tall, robust, brown-haired man.

"Hmph,"

the man suddenly turned around, "With that bitch Ni Chang backing you up, you dare disobey my orders?"

"Bao'er wouldn't dare. But the Palace Master arrived at the Elegant Garden yesterday. If anything happens to the Madam, the Palace Master will surely be displeased. If investigated, Bao'er's punishment is a small matter, but I'm afraid it will implicate the Protector."

The maid Bao'er was exceptionally sharp-tongued. "The Protector was unjustly humiliated a few days ago, and Bao'er also felt deeply indignant, hoping to vent her anger for the Protector as soon as possible. But as the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late. The Protector must not ruin his future because of a moment of anger."

The man chuckled coldly, "You're right." "

Please rest assured about today's matter, Protector. Bao'er will definitely keep her mouth shut."

"Hmph, I doubt you'd dare to speak recklessly."

"Bao'er takes her leave."

Judging from the man's figure and hair color, he resembled Li Lie, the Left Protector of the Holy Martial Palace, as described by Feng Si. Listening to their conversation, it seemed that Li Lie had been humiliated by Ni Chang and harbored resentment, wanting revenge. He had forced Bao'er to harm Ni Chang, but Bao'er refused and, fearing to offend him, had chased after him, spouting such a long string of words.

While pondering this, Bao'er had already gone far away, and Li Lie was also heading towards the gate. Duan Yuhan slightly straightened up, using the bamboo branches for leverage, leaping and darting forward like a fleeting shadow.

"Who goes there?"

Li Lie suddenly stopped, looked up, and shouted, causing bamboo leaves to rustle down. Li Lie, ranked second in the Holy Martial Palace, was no slouch in martial arts; his keen senses were unparalleled. With this shout, many people rushed in from all directions, looking around for the intruder.

Li Lie leaped forward, like a roc spreading its wings. Duan Yuhan, unwilling to entangle with him, moved with ghostly agility, disappearing into the dense bamboo shadows, almost vanishing from Li Lie's sight. Li Lie suddenly pounced, his Giant Spirit Palm striking out like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, scattering the surrounding bamboo branches and revealing a faint blue silhouette. Duan Yuhan sensed the palm wind sweeping from behind, chuckled softly, and turned to stop. Having been discovered, he disdained to cower any longer. Amidst

the swaying green bamboo branches, his elegant blue robes fluttered, and he stood proudly. Everyone looked up, feeling as if the sun was shining brightly, and this person was refined and otherworldly, with unparalleled elegance, like a celestial being, dazzling them all. Li

Lie feared that this person had overheard his conversation with Bao'er. Although he could tell that the other's martial arts and demeanor were extraordinary, he didn't have time to investigate further; he only wanted to kill him immediately to silence him. "Anyone who trespasses into Qingxin Elegant Garden will be killed without mercy!" Li Lie coldly stared at Duan Yuhan, signaling his men to advance immediately.

A murderous aura, a murderous aura determined to kill him, filled the air as the members of the Holy Martial Palace swarmed forward. Duan Yuhan frowned slightly; he didn't want to rashly antagonize the Holy Martial Palace, much less shed blood. Looking around, he vaguely saw a pavilion not far to the east. Perhaps going there would temporarily spare him from a massacre.

He drifted eastward, focusing his mind, and a powerful force emanating from within formed an invisible barrier. Punches, palm strikes, sword energy, blades, caltrops, flying needles—all attacks were blocked within five feet of him. The members of the Holy Martial Palace exchanged bewildered glances. Though terrified, they dared not retreat easily due to orders from above, and could only grit their teeth and continue their attack.

Li Lie sneered, closing in, and unleashed the third move of the Giant Spirit Palm, "Thunderous Might." Duan Yuhan felt an immense, overwhelming force from his opponent's palm strike. The protective barrier he had built around himself couldn't withstand it, and a tightness gripped his chest, causing him great discomfort. He swiftly sidestepped, using the "Discharge" technique to avoid the attack, then channeled his energy into a ball with both hands, launching a natural counterattack. The powerful airflow, like a hurricane, seemed poised to destroy everything. Li Lie hastily dodged, rolling on the ground in a sorry state. Seeing the situation turn against them, the others hastily retreated.

A searing pain throbbed in their wrists and fingertips, their blood surging uncontrollably in their chests. Duan Yuhan struggled to control his breathing, his face remaining impassive, a beautiful curve to his lips, his gaze subtly filled with cold arrogance and disdain, as if he considered everyone else nonexistent. For a moment, Li Lie was filled with shock and uncertainty, and the others were too intimidated to take another step forward.

Duan Yuhan didn't glance at them again, heading straight for the eastern pavilion. Only when his figure gradually disappeared did the others awaken from their daze. The Dark Fragrance Pavilion to the east was Lady Ni Chang's residence. If this person were allowed in, the Palace Master would surely be furious, and everyone would likely be severely punished. Therefore, led by Li Lie, the group chased after him with a whoosh.

Inside the Dark Fragrance Pavilion, Duan Yuhan followed the sound of breathing to the second floor.

Looking out the window, he saw incense burning and embroidered curtains hanging quietly. Sima Bing was covered with a thin blanket, his face flushed, his brows furrowed, as if he were in great discomfort. Jiang Ruhua was taking a cloth from a basin beside the bed, wringing it out, and gently placing it on his forehead. The beauty he had seen by the lake that day was now dressed in white, like a wisp of smoke or a cloud, her former stunning beauty gone, replaced by a pure and holy beauty, like a fairy. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding Sima Bing's small hand, gazing intently at the little guy, seemingly mesmerized.

He gently knocked on the door, not wanting to be an uninvited guest.

"Young Master has arrived?"

Jiang Ruhua opened the door with a joyful expression, yet also with some worry. "The young master was frightened and has a fever. Madam Ni Chang has already sent someone to check on him, and he only fell asleep after taking medicine."

Duan Yuhan hurriedly stepped forward and touched Sima Bing's little face; it was indeed burning hot to the touch.

"Young Master Duan need not worry too much. Mr. Ling said your son is fine; he just needs to rest well after taking the medicine."

Madam Ni Chang was not surprised by his sudden appearance, speaking gently and softly, like a spring breeze. Could

the Mr. Ling she spoke of be the legendary physician Ling Kezhou, known as the "Holy Hand of Healing"? Rumors circulated that he had joined the Holy Martial Palace; was the news true? Duan Yuhan

gave a slight bow. "Thank you, Madam Ni Chang, for taking care of my son. However, I still have a question. How did my son end up here with you?"

Although his words were tactful, his sharp gaze was unmistakably fixed on him, as if any lie could not be concealed in his eyes.

"Young Master Duan, how rude!"

Madam Ni Chang turned her head away, seemingly disdainful of answering.

Jiang Ruhua, standing nearby, interjected, "It was Madam Ni Chang who saved us, Young Master, please don't misunderstand a good person. If it weren't for Madam's timely arrival, Young Master would have been dragged away by those vicious men."

Recalling what happened that morning, her face turned pale, clearly also shaken.

"So, it was I who made a presumptuous guess with a petty mind. I am deeply ashamed, please forgive me."

Duan Yuhan was skeptical of Jiang Ruhua's words. But regardless, Sima Bing was now lying here safely, so Madam Ni Chang probably meant no harm.

"Hot..."

Sima Bing muttered, kicking the blanket off.

"I wish to take my son back immediately."

"Young Master has just taken his medicine. The doctor said he shouldn't be moved; he'll be fine after sweating profusely within an hour."

Duan Yuhan was about to bend down and pick up Sima Bing when Jiang Ruhua stopped him. "Why don't you and Ruhua wait until Young Master is better before going back together?"

Seeing Sima Bing's dazed state, Duan Yuhan's heart softened, and he placed him back in the blankets. The cloth on his forehead was no longer cold; Duan Yuhan casually removed it, soaked it in a basin of water, wrung it out slightly, and placed it back on his forehead. At this moment, looking at Duan Yuhan's gentle and attentive nature, who could imagine that he had once killed without blinking an eye?

Sima Wanqing quietly watched him, a barely perceptible smile appearing on her lips. Everything was within her calculations. The water in the basin had already dissolved the colorless and odorless dissolving powder. Within two hours, his true energy would dissipate; within six hours, his body would be weak and he would lose all his martial arts skills.

She had calculated that, given his shrewdness and caution, he would be extremely careful. So, she first mentioned that she had saved Bing'er, easing his suspicions; then, using his love and concern for Bing'er, she lured him to put his hand in the basin. Seeing Ruhua change her cloth, he would surely assume the water was harmless. Indeed, the Dissolving Power Powder wasn't poison; it had no effect on someone like Ruhua who didn't know martial arts, but it was deadly enough for Duan Yuhan.

Six hours—enough time for her to completely control him!

"Madam, the Left Protector has brought many people downstairs, saying someone has broken in,"

Bao'er's urgent voice came from outside the door.

"Tell them to go back. I have a guest; there's no need to make a fuss."

"Yes."

With Bao'er's thumping footsteps downstairs, the crowd quickly dispersed.

Sima Wanqing smiled faintly, "It will be more than half an hour before your son wakes up. Ni Chang has something to ask Young Master Duan; would Young Master Duan be willing to come downstairs for a chat?"

She had to stall for time, allowing the Dissolving Power Powder to fully take effect.

This woman was Sheng Xixian's favorite concubine. Duan Yuhan didn't want to associate with her too much, but since she had saved Bing'er, he couldn't refuse her kindness. After a slight hesitation, he left Jiang Ruhua to take care of Sima Bing and followed Sima Wanqing to the living room downstairs.

"Serve tea."

At his command, Bao'er quickly brought tea.

"Please, Young Master Duan."

Sima Wanqing elegantly took a sip, determined to continue with her arrangements.

The tea leaves stood upright, rising and falling, bright green, and fragrant like orchids—it was Lion Peak Longjing. Duan Yuhan could tell from the aroma and color that the tea was normal, but he had no interest in tasting it, only raising his cup slightly in acknowledgment.

"Young Master Duan is deeply devoted to his son, arriving before noon. I suppose the servants may have offended you when you came in; please forgive them."

Li Lie and the others hadn't been able to stop him. After three years, his martial arts skills had probably reached a state of perfection. Sima Wanqing secretly rejoiced that she hadn't challenged him to a martial arts contest.

“Their eagerness to protect their master is understandable. But since Madam wrote to invite me, why didn’t she inform the servants beforehand?”

Duan Yuhan still felt this beauty was somewhat mysterious.

Sima Wanqing smiled innocently, “I instructed them that a guest would arrive at 1:00 PM, but I didn’t expect Young Master Duan to arrive so early.”

Her delicate eyebrows were like distant mountain mists, and her clear eyes were like rippling autumn waters. Her charm was truly captivating.

Duan Yuhan looked at her every smile and gesture, no longer feeling the initial infatuation. Appreciating a beautiful woman is sometimes like appreciating landscapes, calligraphy, and paintings—it’s all a pleasure. Faced with such a captivating beauty, only a calm and detached heart can remain unmoved.

“What does Madam wish to ask me?”

“I really like Bing’er. Would Young Master Duan allow her to recognize me as his godmother?”

For the first time in so long, she was so close to him, close enough to see his elegant eyebrows, graceful lips, and alluring dark eyes, even his breathing was clear and rhythmic. Unconsciously, her gaze gradually became hazy.

"I will be taking Bing'er back to the border in a few days. Even if we become godparents, the chances of us meeting again are slim."

From childhood, many women had looked at him like this, and Duan Yuhan was already used to it. He just didn't understand why the reserved Ni Chang of that day was looking at him so intently today. Regardless, it was best to keep his distance, so he politely declined.

"What a pity,"

Sima Wanqing sighed softly, then seemed to only then notice that the tea in front of Duan Yuhan was untouched. "Young Master Duan doesn't like Longjing tea? Oh, this tea is cold. Bao'er, change the tea."

As she spoke, her heart grew colder and colder. So this was utter hypocrisy she could also achieve. For revenge, she was becoming less and less like herself.

Her breathing became labored, her chest ached, and a tingling sensation crept from her fingertips to her wrists; her arms felt weak and tired. Was it because the fighting earlier had overloaded her meridians, causing this discomfort? Duan Yuhan hurriedly stood up. "Madam, there's no need for you to trouble yourself. I have important matters to attend to and will take my leave immediately."

"Why is Young Master Duan in such a hurry? Enjoy Ni Chang's favorite Nine-Bend Red Plum Blossom tea before you depart."

"I appreciate Madam's hospitality."

Duan Yuhan strode upstairs. But how could Sima Wanqing let him leave so easily?

"Young Master Duan is far too arrogant. You haven't even had a sip of tea before you're in such a rush to leave?"

Her clear, cold voice held a hint of arrogance, her gaze subtly indignant, as if his haste to leave was a grave insult to her.

A woman who prides herself on her beauty is never one to tolerate a man's rejection or indifference. In Duan Yuhan's eyes, she was no exception. However, this woman was spoiled by Sheng Xixian. He feared that if he offended her now, she might turn ruthless and order someone to keep him and Sima Bing there. Given his current physical condition, the chances of him safely taking Sima Bing away from the Elegant Garden were slim.

"I will never forget Madam's life-saving grace to Bing'er, and I will certainly repay it in the future,"

Duan Yuhan paused slightly, turning back earnestly.

"I don't need your repayment. If you respect me as the master of Qingxin Yayuan, then drink this cup of tea before you leave,"

she said coldly, her words like water striking ice, wind shattering jade, subtly revealing an irresistible aura.

She slowly approached and took the hot tea that Bao'er had just brought. With

her clean and delicate hands, she held the white Dinglong teapot, poured the tea into a jade-colored glass cup, and handed it to Duan Yuhan. The tea was a deep red, fragrant and rich, the color bright and vibrant, the leaves soft and intact, resembling a plum blossom in early bloom, reflecting her fair skin and jade-like figure, as if from a painting.

Yesterday, Ruhua made qingtuan for Duan Yuhan and Sima Bing again. The qingtuan contained the juice of Qingming grass. Yes, the Azure Grass is not poisonous, but if it encounters Crimson Serpent Intoxication within three days, it will fuse into the most potent poison in the world, "Azure Blood Illuminating the Heart." She had anticipated that he wouldn't drink the first cup of tea, so the previous Longjing tea was quite ordinary. But this cup, Nine-Bend Red Plum, a top-grade black tea, was one Duan Yuhan had never tasted before. Therefore, even if its color and aroma were somewhat unusual, even if Crimson Serpent Intoxication was added, he certainly wouldn't notice.

The tea was hot, steam rising gently, but her hands were icy cold, like jade.

Duan Yuhan took the glass cup, his mind racing, weighing his options carefully in a moment. Assessing the situation, he shouldn't have any unnecessary hostility towards her; taking a sip of tea to give her face was the simplest way to leave. The previous Lion Peak Longjing tea was fine; this cup was only brought out because he hadn't drunk Longjing, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Sima Wanqing understood his lingering doubts, so she poured herself another cup and took a large sip. Two cups of tea poured from the same teapot—she drank it, and his suspicions would surely lessen.

"I'd rather accept,"

Duan Yuhan said resolutely, drinking the tea. He didn't know that the person who understood him best and loved him most was standing right before him. And she, once determined to scheme against him, was more terrifying than everyone else in the world combined.

Sima Wanqing stared blankly at the face that haunted her dreams, her heart feeling as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, each breath a suffocating, unbearable pain.

The man she loved so dearly was about to be destroyed by her own hands. He would soon know what it meant to suffer a fate worse than death, soon taste the bitterness of hell; then, she could take her revenge however she pleased. She

had once asked herself if she would regret destroying him, but she couldn't answer. Because some things, until truly done, you'll never know the answer deep in your heart.

Now, she finally knew the answer. Gentle and witty, he was stubborn and brave, cruel and ruthless, cold and heartless—that too was him. There would never be another like him, and she would never love anyone as much as she loved him.

In her turbulent emotions, Sima Wanqing overlooked something. The Nine-Bend Red Plum Blossom of the past was not the taste she was experiencing now.

Chapter 8: Invincible Aphrodisiac

Duan Yuhan turned and went upstairs, preparing to carry Bing'er away. A sudden feeling of powerlessness filled his meridians, making him extremely alert, wanting only to leave as quickly as possible.

Sima Wanqing followed closely behind, her fingers flashing like lightning, striking his heart acupoint on his back. The plan had reached its final step, and she had to complete it no matter how painful it was. Completely controlling him was no longer difficult. Duan Yuhan spun around, retreating a few feet, slightly surprised.

The overall situation was settled; Sima Wanqing no longer needed to be hypocritical, nor did she need to hide her feelings. Her face was still breathtakingly beautiful, but she radiated a light completely different from before. The girl in red, as radiant as the morning glow, whose laughter echoed throughout the pasture, was even more beautiful after frost and purer after snow; today, dressed in white, she still occupied Duan Yuhan's entire gaze.

It was only their second meeting, yet why did he feel as if he had known her for a very long time? Why did her gaze towards him seem to hold a mixture of love and hate, resentment and anger? Why did the image of Wan Qing resolutely leaving the ranch suddenly appear in his mind?

"Swoosh!" A gleaming strand of silk flew from her sleeve, aiming straight for Duan Yuhan's right wrist. Though the silk was fine, it was now taut as a stick, carrying a powerful gust of wind—the style of a top-tier martial artist. Duan Yuhan didn't want to fight her head-on, so he hastily used the "Snow-Treading Plum Blossom" technique to dodge.

With a slight movement of her wrist, the silk moved with the agility of a living creature, rapidly catching up with his figure. Duan Yuhan tried to dodge, but it turned back, relentlessly pursuing him. Duan Yuhan was utterly astonished. It's easy to throw a stone across a river, but incredibly difficult to throw a feather across, because a feather is completely unaffected by force. The silkworm silk is lighter and softer than feathers, and to control it so skillfully and masterfully clearly indicates that her inner strength is only slightly inferior to his. Looking across the martial arts world today, who else in their early twenties has achieved such mastery?

All the questions combined lead to the obvious answer—she is Wan Qing.

Duan Yuhan was shocked by his own bold guess. In that brief moment of distraction, the Heavenly Silkworm Silk swiftly wrapped around his right wrist. Her slender hand wielded the most powerful and domineering internal force; with a "whoosh," the internal force surged along the silkworm silk in waves, each stronger than the last. Duan Yuhan knew that the force on his pulse points would numb and paralyze his entire body, so he swiftly gripped the silkworm silk with his right hand. But the powerful internal force from the other end of the silk still instantly affected his entire body.

A tightness in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and a metallic taste on his lips. At that moment, however, he was overjoyed. She was using the most yang and powerful internal force; she really was Wan Qing!

"Qing—"

He gazed longingly at the person who only appeared in his dreams, the name he had uttered a thousand times escaping his lips. His hand gripped the silkworm silk tightly, afraid that if he loosened his grip, she would once again vanish without a trace from his life.

This end of the silk was him. The other end was her. Unfortunately, though the red thread of fate had once bound them tightly together, now, what connected them was a deadly weapon.

She smiled sadly, casually pulling back the silkworm thread. She knew the effects of the dissolving powder were about to take hold, and his hand would eventually loosen. Then, the thread would press on his pulse points, leaving him powerless to resist, completely at her mercy.

She suddenly changed the direction of her force, and Duan Yuhan naturally sensed her intention. No matter how she treated him, he had no regrets. But, before she could take her revenge, could he tell her the whole truth? Death was not frightening; it was just that he couldn't bear to leave her and Bing'er.

"Let me tell you everything, and then you can judge me, okay?"

Duan Yuhan didn't know how she would react after hearing his story; he only hoped that there was even a one in a billion chance she would forgive him.

His dark eyes surged with love like ocean waves, as if to drown her in them. But the helplessness in his tone was like the damp, continuous autumn rain, so depressing that it made her feel miserable. She reminded herself of his cunning and warned herself not to let emotions cloud her judgment or give him any chance to recover.

"Do you want to tell me how you plotted and schemed, how you set traps step by step, to kill my brother and father? Or how proud you were of occupying Lieyun Ranch? And how foolish the world was to think you were the wise and capable son-in-law of the Sima family?"

The memory of her father and brother's tragic deaths turned into a gnawing pain, and sarcastic words escaped her lips, sharp and biting.

"I just want to tell the truth."

Duan Yuhan looked at her earnestly; his Qing had grown up.

Sima Wanqing looked at him and resolutely shook her head. The bloody past had finally been buried deep in her heart; she only needed to remember revenge. The old wounds, already healed and scabbed over, didn't need anyone to reopen them, to cause her excruciating pain again.

"Don't you want to know why I did it?"

"You killed them, do you admit it?" This

was her last chance; she desperately wanted him to deny it.

"Yes, but..."

"No need for 'buts'!"

Her voice trembled slightly; since it was already proven, what more was needed? Murder is murder, facts are facts, what does it matter if she knows his reasons? She will take revenge after all!

Her grip tightened, and Duan Yuhan countered with his inner energy, the silkworm threads buzzing loudly. For a moment, she couldn't shake off his hand or control his pulse, and he couldn't pull her any closer. This was a true clash of equals.

A warm current rose quietly in her abdomen, and his image before her suddenly blurred. She tried to open her eyes wide, but all she saw were his handsome, exquisite features, tinged with sadness, yet exuding a captivating, subtle sensuality. She seemed to see that night, the datura flowers blooming everywhere in the hazy darkness; knowing full well they were poisonous, she was still willingly drawn in, willingly drawn closer.

Biting her lip, she tried to recall her father's dying moments; she needed pain and hatred to stay awake.

Unconsciously, they remained locked in this stalemate for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. He saw the hesitation and a hint of confusion in her eyes. Perhaps, she didn't hate him as much as she thought.

Gradually, Duan Yuhan felt his strength waning. Not only was his meridian burning, but strangely, his internal energy seemed to be disappearing; even when he concentrated all his strength, it dissipated with a single breath. The Dissolving Power Powder? This was the reaction to being poisoned by it. His Qing was determined to take revenge, and indeed, she was as adept at scheming and luring people into traps as he was.

However, with his last bit of usable internal energy, he might still be able to turn the tide.

He was taking a gamble, gambling on her love for him. If he won, he would have the chance to tell Qing everything and then beg for her forgiveness. If she ultimately refused to let him go, then so be it—kill him or let her do as she pleased. If he lost, it was fate. With her excellent martial arts and intelligence, he didn't need to worry about her being bullied, and he believed she could take good care of Bing'er. Even if he died, he would have no regrets.

Duan Yuhan smiled calmly and suddenly released his grip. Sima Wanqing was caught off guard and greatly surprised. With that loosening of his grip, her overwhelming inner force would be fully concentrated on his wrist pulse. The silken threads, as fine as hair, would entangle his skin, threatening to sever his right hand instantly.

The gruesome scene of carnage by the lake that morning suddenly flashed before her eyes. She hastily withdrew her inner force, weakening it. Despite her hatred and resentment, she couldn't bear to see him bleeding profusely.

His hand moved with lightning speed, using his remaining true energy to grasp the silken threads and pull them sharply towards him. The balance shifted, the power imbalance was clear, and she was pulled into his arms. His fingertips precisely pressed her Jianjing acupoint, and she immediately leaned softly against him.

He had taken a risky step, but he had won.

"You—"

She bit her lower lip, hating her momentary weakness. Yet, being pressed against his broad chest felt so comfortable and reassuring.

In the long days without her, it felt like centuries of loneliness. The faint, elegant scent of jasmine gently seeped into his heart. Though her appearance was altered, her beautiful eyes remained as clear as autumn water, reflecting his image.

Duan Yuhan wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her tightly to his chest, as if he wanted to meld her into his body, to become one with her. The soft, elastic touch in his palms felt so real; this wasn't a dream.

"Let go—"

She knew she should break free, but her voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz. Hearing his strong heartbeat, a long-lost sweetness rose and exploded like fireworks from the depths of her heart, instantly sweeping away the gloom and illuminating her soul with brilliance. She still longed for his embrace, for their intimacy.

"I want the most beautiful snowman in the world," "A snowman like you." In this life, she had finally gotten what she wanted. But he was about to die from poison.

Once, he would rather suffer the most powerful hidden weapon in the world himself than let her go, to ensure her safety. Once, she wanted to kill him, but he didn't hesitate, even at the cost of his own life, to help her expel the poison. His love for her never wavered, yet she was the heartless one.

"A Heart of Loyalty Reflected in Crimson Blood" was incurable; he had at most forty-nine days to live. Let her grasp this last moment of warmth.

Salty water slid to her lips; unknowingly, tears streamed down her face.

"Qing."

He carefully wiped away her tears, but she was so heartbroken that the tears wouldn't stop rolling down.

With a soft sigh, he carried her to the third floor. Bao'er was on the first floor, and Ruhua was on the second. He and she needed to talk alone. He glanced around, then placed her on the rosewood chaise lounge and casually released her pressure points.

"Don't cry, or you'll turn into a red-eyed little rabbit."

When she was little, he always comforted her like this, and she would stop crying and say that turning into a little rabbit would be best, so he could carry her anywhere in his sleeve.

Remembering her childhood words, her tears subsided slightly. Looking up, she saw his playful smile, beautiful yet wicked, and her heart pounded. His long, slender fingers gently brushed aside her stray hairs, the touch of his fingertips bringing a refreshing breeze that made her feel tender.

"Why are you so hot?"

Duan Yuhan keenly sensed the unusual temperature on her forehead, leaned forward, and pressed his forehead against hers. His refreshing scent gradually approached, enveloping her. His voice, distant yet clear, was incredibly alluring. She felt as if she were bewitched, greedily inhaling his breath.

"Mmm..."

She grasped his hand, unwilling to let it leave even for a moment.

A tender glint appeared in her hazy eyes, her cherry lips so luscious they seemed to drip with honey, and her soft moans were captivating. Duan Yuhan couldn't help but cup her face and kiss her. Her

slightly parted, rosy lips were like the most beautiful flower petals in the world. He had intended to only take a light lick, but with just that one gentle touch, his long-suppressed passion burst forth like a flood, impossible to control. She was dazed, her arms encircling his neck, responding passionately. Their tongues chased and intertwined, continuing and deepening, as if trying to melt into each other in this sweetness.

A raging fire burned in her blood; she felt only heat, a strange emptiness, and longed only to be near him, to be close to him, to never leave him again, to stay like this forever.

Her face was as crimson as peach blossoms blooming by West Lake, her beautiful eyes brimming with uncontrollable passion. Her smooth, silky skin was unusually hot, and even through her clothes, his palms could feel her heat.

His reason snapped, and Duan Yuhan finally managed to pull away from her lips, slightly increasing the distance between them. Aphrodisiac? Who had drugged her?

Her misty eyes gazed at him intently, a languid smile playing on her lips. Her jade-like hands greedily caressed his brows, his lips, gradually pressing against his chest, as if only in this way could she alleviate the burning desire within. Her deep love for him, combined with the potent effects of the aphrodisiac, caused lust to boil and surge within every pore of her being. At this moment, she almost lost herself.

"Qing, wake up,"

Duan Yuhan pinched her acupoint hard.

The intense pain was like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, finally cooling her body slightly. For a moment, she didn't know where she was, and even her memory became somewhat blurry. She vaguely remembered the passionate kiss just now, but it felt like a dream.

"Feeling better?"

Duan Yuhan took her hand and moved his body slightly away from the chaise lounge. Even if he wanted to relive their passionate moments with her again, he would never use the effects of the aphrodisiac to make love to her.

"Mmm."

She responded softly, barely controlling the urge to snuggle closer.

"Someone drugged you."

A glint of cunning flashed in Duan Yuhan's dark eyes, a murderous intent lurking beneath. Who was so despicable?

"Mmm."

Faintly, she felt as if there was a fire inside her, giving her a burning desire. That desire was like hunger, but even more unbearable. She bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to look at him, and leaned weakly against the chaise lounge.

"Let's go."

He needed to get her the antidote as soon as possible, and the effects of the poison had already spread widely; leaving this place quickly was the best course of action.

"Take Bing'er with you."

Sima Wanqing suddenly felt utterly disheartened. The aphrodisiac was just an external force; she wouldn't have been so easily controlled by it. What truly shook her resolve was her unwavering love for him. Even though she could coldly poison him, she couldn't deceive herself any longer. How could she knowingly fall so deeply in love with him, unable to control herself? How could she face her father and brother in the afterlife like this! Since he was already poisoned and wouldn't live much longer, let Bing'er accompany him through his final days.

"Let's go together."

Duan Yuhan firmly picked her up. This time, no matter what, he wouldn't let go.

"No..."

She tried to struggle, but the strong masculine aura emanating from him made her weak all over.

"Still the same old hypocrite."

A seductive smile played on his sexy lips, making her momentarily lose her composure.

"Come with me."

His voice was deep and magnetic, enticing her to succumb to the tenderness in her heart. Unconsciously, her hands clung to his shoulders, and she kissed his lips. Their delicate tongues passionately explored, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

He could never get enough of her sweetness. In his arms, her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes sparkling, her warm body swaying slightly, as if yearning for a closer union. Duan Yuhan almost lost control. But the last line of reason reminded him to leave quickly.

Enduring the sweet torment, he carried her, preparing to go downstairs. A gust of wind swept past the window. His mind raced, and he quickly pulled her behind the trailing brocade curtains. Now, he was under the influence of the dispelling potion, and Wanqing was filled with lust. If they encountered an enemy, it would be disastrous.

A tall, imposing figure leaped in through the window—it was Li Lie, the Left Protector of the Holy Martial Palace.

"Huh?"

Li Lie seemed puzzled by the absence of anyone on the third floor, then chuckled. "No need to hide anymore, Ni Chang, just come out obediently."

"You've drunk the Wave Butterfly, hiding won't help. Without a man for twelve hours, you'll die of lust. The Palace Master won't be back today, so you'd better come out and serve me properly."

Li Lie's eyes searched around, his mouth still uttering lewd words.

Wave Butterfly, the most potent and domineering aphrodisiac for women, as rumored? Damn it! Normally, Duan Yuhan would have killed such a despicable person, but the situation was extraordinary, so he only secretly made a mental note of this debt.

"Don't be shy, come out, I'll take good care of you."

Li Lie's words, though feignedly gentle, were chilling. "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you. Although you slapped me a few times, I don't hold a grudge. I only want to go to paradise with you."

"You were never a virtuous woman to begin with. I saw it by West Lake. You wanted to seduce that young man in blue. Today you invited him here and even had Bao'er drug the Nine-Bend Red Plum Blossom Tea. Luckily I found out, otherwise the Palace Master would have been unjustly cuckolded. How about it, this pot of tea I switched with the 'Wild Butterfly' tea, is it good? A cup of tea's worth of time has passed. Now, don't you want a man to tear your clothes off, press you down, and fuck you hard..."

Li Lie's words became increasingly vulgar and obscene, utterly unbearable.

Switched to this pot of tea with the 'Wild Butterfly' tea? Sima Wanqing, in her daze, heard this, and the last vestige of clarity in her mind instantly returned, her eyes becoming much clearer. The entire pot of Nine-Bend Red Plum Blossom Tea had been switched? Duan Yuhan hadn't drunk the Crimson Lotus Wine at all, he wasn't poisoned? He won't die? In an instant, her heart was filled with the vibrant spring colors of West Lake, a scene of peach blossoms and willows, bright and clear.

Yet, a bitter disappointment lingered in her mouth. He and she thought it was finally over. Who would have thought that fate would favor him so much, allowing him to escape this calamity? His revenge was still unsuccessful; he was still her enemy after all.

The warmth of his hand against her waist penetrated her heart. Sima Wanqing quietly moved away, concentrating her mind to suppress her desires. The most important thing now was to deal with Li Lie.

"Come out, I can hear your breathing."

Li Lie's footsteps gradually approached the brocade curtain.

Chapter 9: Let Me Be Your Antidote

Hearing Li Lie's bluffing words, Sima Wanqing smiled coldly to herself. If he really heard breathing, he should have said he heard "you" breathing. He wanted to trick her into coming out; he was seriously underestimating her. However, having long heard that this man's martial arts were unfathomable, she dared not act rashly. If she lost and was controlled by him, she feared she wouldn't even be able to die.

Li Lie's footsteps drew closer, and Sima Wanqing's mind raced. Suddenly, she remembered something. If Li Lie discovered Duan Yuhan, he feared people would reveal the drugging and rape, and would surely kill her to silence her. Now, Duan Yuhan's inner energy was scattered, and he was no match for him.

As she pondered, her right hand was suddenly grasped by a warm, large hand, and a sudden surge of tenderness welled up within her. Turning her head to look at him, she saw Duan Yuhan had already emerged from behind the brocade curtain. Sima Wanqing felt her heart leap into her throat. Why did he go out? Didn't he know he was likely to be killed?

Li Lie chuckled when he saw someone emerge. "It's you? Where's Ni Chang?"

He caught a glimpse of the crimson rouge on Duan Yuhan's lips and couldn't help but laugh. "You got off easy."

He smiled and slowly approached Duan Yuhan. Sima Wanqing clearly saw the bulging veins on his hands, clearly indicating he was preparing to unleash his power.

"Having been here so long, it's time to go."

Duan Yuhan smiled broadly, casually cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, and headed towards the stairs. Earlier in the bamboo forest, the two had exchanged blows. Li Lie's palm strikes were heavy and powerful, while Duan Yuhan's internal energy was strong and sharp. Both knew their strengths were evenly matched, and it would likely take hundreds or even thousands of moves to determine a victor. Duan Yuhan estimated that if Sima Wanqing were to fight Li Lie head-on, she might not be his match.

Seeing Duan Yuhan about to leave so easily, Li Lie hesitated for a moment. To kill or not to kill? Killing him would inevitably involve a major battle, wasting time and energy; but if he didn't kill him, today's events would be leaked, and if the Palace Master found out, he would certainly be severely punished. With this thought in mind, Li Lie's killing intent was made up.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Sima Wanqing. Yes, Duan Yuhan's departure was a ploy to attract Li Lie's attention, giving her an opportunity to strike. This was the essence of "openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass." At this moment, Li Lie considered Duan Yuhan a formidable enemy, focusing entirely on his actions—this was her perfect opportunity.

The Heavenly Silkworm Silk, like a dragon emerging from the sea, suddenly wrapped around Li Lie's neck. Li Lie, sensing the sound, didn't have time to think, and with a swift and powerful counterattack, he thrust out a palm strike. The tiny silk thread was nothing to Li Lie, but this palm strike was a deadly technique, fierce and unparalleled.

Sima Wanqing was startled; Li Lie's martial arts were even greater than she had anticipated. But she had no choice; she couldn't dodge, evade, or withdraw her hand—only a single strike could succeed. Duan Yuhan knew her intention and rushed over, but it was too late.

The silkworm thread successfully wrapped around Li Lie's neck, tightening its grip. Li Lie's palm wind also swept towards Sima Wanqing's chest.

"Han—"

Sima Wanqing looked at Duan Yuhan, her smile as gentle as a clear wisp of smoke. Even if she perished with Li Lie, as long as he was safe, that was enough.

Li Lie let out a soft "Eh," never expecting that the one attacking him was Ni Chang. It would be such a pity for such a peerless beauty to die like this. Besides, he hadn't even had a chance to properly enjoy her yet. Thinking this, he hastily withdrew his palm strike, transforming it into a finger strike, intending only to press her pressure points.

In Li Lie's eyes, Ni Chang was a weak woman who used her looks to seduce others, lacking intelligence. As long as Sheng Xixian wasn't around, he could bully her at will. Even if she knew martial arts, she wouldn't be very strong. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Therefore, his defeat was destined. The

resilient Heavenly Silkworm Silk, driven by the Supreme Heart Technique, deeply cut into Li Lie's neck. Li Lie's face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, his fingers fell limply, and he slowly collapsed to the ground. Sima Wanqing swiftly pressed his twenty-four major acupoints in one breath, releasing the Heavenly Silkworm Silk, only to suddenly realize that her clothes were already soaked with sweat.

"Qing,"

Duan Yuhan stepped forward and hugged her, his hands trembling slightly. Just now, for the first time in his life, he had felt the fear of death. Her farewell smile still lingered in his mind. He just wanted to scold her, how could she be so stupid, so stupid as to use her own life to save someone else's!

Sima Wanqing's knees buckled, and she collapsed into his arms. It had been truly dangerous just now; both of them had teetered on the edge of life and death. If he hadn't risked his life to use her as bait, she wouldn't have been able to get close to Li Lie so easily. And if she hadn't fought desperately, she wouldn't have been able to subdue Li Lie. Thinking back now, both of them couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. Nestled together, they could only hear each other's rapid, intense heartbeats, strangely synchronized.

"I was... so scared just now,"

she murmured. When Li Lie's palm strike came, she suddenly understood his feelings when facing the world's number one hidden weapon. At that time, his mind went blank. Without hesitation, without doubt, he instinctively risked anything to ensure his safety. It turned out that in her heart, he was still more important than herself.

"I know..."

Wasn't he the same? He almost lost her!

Duan Yuhan stroked her hair, so gently, as if she were the most precious and exquisite crystal doll in the world. Sima Wanqing closed her eyes, motionless. It had been a long time since they had been so quiet, experiencing each other's warmth.

Gradually, their hearts calmed down.

"Ugh..."

The extreme tension she had felt earlier had slightly eased the effects of Langdie's drug, but now, Sima Wanqing felt her pent-up desire surging again.

Duan Yuhan casually pulled out her gold hairpin and stabbed it directly into Li Lie's philtrum. Li Lie was jolted awake by the pain, his beast-like gaze fixed on Sima Wanqing. "Who exactly are you?"

His defeat stemmed from underestimating his opponent. He couldn't fathom which young woman in the world possessed such profound inner strength, nearly killing him.

"Where's the antidote?"

Sima Wanqing suppressed her restless agitation.

"Antidotes are everywhere."

Despite being acupunctured, Li Lie remained extremely arrogant. His implication was clear: any man, anyone who slept with her, could neutralize Langdie's drug.

"Slap slap slap slap!" Li Lie's shamelessness and lewdness prompted Sima Wanqing to slap him several times. Li Lie stared at her, unmoved.

Duan Yuhan knew this man wasn't afraid of force, but even torture might not be effective. He smiled leisurely, feigning a flirtatious air, and pulled Sima Wanqing's slender waist close, lightly pecking her cherry lips. "I should thank you. Sharing such a beautiful woman's intoxicating pleasure is something I couldn't ask for."

He was certain that Li Lie, having risked drugging Ni Chang, would be resentful that someone else had benefited.

Li Lie's eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment, he chuckled, "If you're not afraid of death, you can be the antidote. I'm just afraid the Palace Master won't let you two adulterers off the hook."

In his mind, if Ni Chang had an affair and the Palace Master discovered it, she would most likely be executed; if she didn't have an affair, she would die from lust. Whichever she chose, a tragic end awaited her. He wouldn't lose out.

"Mmm..."

That feather-light kiss sent a shiver down Sima Wanqing's spine. Looking at Duan Yuhan's wicked smile, she only wanted to lean closer and press herself tightly against him. However, extreme remorse welled up inside her. He was her enemy; being held in his arms was already a grave mistake. How could she have any further intimate contact with him?

"Die, or hand over the antidote?"

The silkworm thread tightened around Li Lie's neck with a "whoosh." Sima Wanqing was terrified that she would be completely controlled by her surging lust; she only wanted to find out the whereabouts of the antidote as soon as possible.

Li Lie coldly looked at her. "The Butterfly of Debauchery has never had an antidote; otherwise, how could it dare to call itself the number one aphrodisiac?"

His words were like a biting winter wind, sending a shiver down Sima Wanqing's spine. Li Lie was indeed ruthless, yet he didn't even care about death. Was he telling the truth?

A bloodthirsty cruelty flashed in Duan Yuhan's dark eyes. He played with the golden hairpin in his hand, gesturing at Li Lie's throat as if considering how much force would be needed to kill him with one blow.

"Never mind,"

Sima Wanqing hesitated for a moment, then took the golden hairpin from Duan Yuhan's hand. Even though she had personally killed many people that morning, she still felt an intense aversion to bloodshed. Although Li Lie was utterly despicable, he hadn't succeeded in his scheme and didn't deserve death. Besides, he was the Left Protector of the Holy Martial Palace; out of respect for Sheng Xixian, she should spare him.

A barely perceptible look of surprise crossed Li Lie's face before he fainted, as his slender fingers swiftly pressed his Baihui acupoint.

"You're always too soft-hearted."

Duan Yuhan gazed into her clear eyes. "Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. If you let someone like that go, he might not thank you; he might even use every means to get revenge for today's humiliation. A master like him will surely be a formidable foe in the future."

"So, to avoid future trouble, it's best to kill him now?"

Sima Wanqing continued, her eyes filled with undisguised disappointment and desolation. In Duan Yuhan's eyes, what did human life mean? Was mercy to the enemy cruelty to oneself? Had she been too merciful in saving Duan Yuhan?

"Therefore, I should kill you now! A powerful enemy like you, poisoned by the Dissolving Power Powder, is the perfect opportunity to kill you!"

Sima Wanqing seemed to be speaking to him, yet also murmuring to herself.

Duan Yuhan smiled bitterly. "Indeed, if I were you, I wouldn't let this opportunity slip by!"

Sima Wanqing's hands clenched into fists, still trembling uncontrollably. She had schemed so hard to kill him, but now that the opportunity had truly arrived, why was she so tormented? So reluctant?

In an instant, scenes of her childhood martial arts training flashed before her eyes. Back then, she was lazy, always wanting to slip away after a short stance; as a result, her eldest brother would usually catch her and give her a stern lecture, saying that if she didn't practice martial arts properly, she would be bullied in the future; her second brother would make a face at her eldest brother, then pat his chest and say, "Little sister, don't be afraid, I'll protect you in the future"; her father would always laugh heartily when he saw them like this, lovingly patting her little head, saying that the daughter of the Sima family didn't need to practice martial arts too hard, because she had two of the best brothers in the world, and absolutely no one could bully her.

But now, they were all gone, they all died because of Duan Yuhan. Why should she show him mercy? If she were to be soft-hearted again, wouldn't she never be able to avenge herself in this lifetime?

A few rays of warm sunlight pierced through the window lattice, illuminating the crescent-shaped silver hook on the brocade curtain. The silver hook suddenly shone as brightly as a blade, reflecting a chilling light in Sima Wanqing's eyes.

"Clang!" The internal force of the Supreme Heaven-Supreme Heart Sutra vibrated, causing the silver hook to ring continuously. Her slender hands moved like shuttles, and the first move of the "Turning Clouds and Splitting Stones" technique landed squarely on Duan Yuhan's chest.

What was bound to happen had finally arrived; Duan Yuhan didn't dodge. Her inner force surged forth like a hurricane, and in an instant, his internal organs felt as if they had all been lifted from their places. A churning, nauseating pain made him want to vomit but he couldn't. A burning pain gradually spread throughout his body, and his meridians swelled as if about to burst.

Duan Yuhan swayed, but didn't fall. He chuckled helplessly, "If you can overcome your soft heart, Lieyun Ranch will definitely develop better and better. Five years from now, your name will be more convincing than the name Duan Yuhan."

Her decisive action surprised him. Perhaps, his Qing was far more resolute and ruthless than he had imagined.

Sima Wanqing was somewhat dazed; had she really made a move?

"Father... Bing'er is scared..."

Sima Bing's panicked voice suddenly came from the second floor.

Summoning strength from who-knows-where, Duan Yuhan hurried downstairs. Sima Wanqing, dazed, followed.

Sima Bing hadn't woken up; it was just his sleep talking. The little guy nestled against Duan Yuhan's chest, his tiny hands gripping his belt tightly, his whole body trembling. Duan Yuhan gently patted his back, softly comforting him, "Don't be afraid, Daddy's here."

The little boy slowly relaxed, a relieved smile gradually blooming on his face, murmuring as he buried his head even deeper into Duan Yuhan's embrace.

Father and son embraced, so warm and harmonious. The misty, humid air almost blurred Sima Wanqing's vision, for she would personally tear them apart, personally make Bing'er a fatherless child. Would Bing'er blame her for being too cruel one day?

"Mother, Mother will sing for Bing'er,"

Sima Bing seemed to be dreaming, mumbling incoherently, his little hands groping around. His sickly little appearance broke Sima Wanqing's heart.

Duan Yuhan suddenly felt a pang of sadness, but this weakness only flashed across his eyes. He solemnly handed the little one to Sima Wanqing. Bing'er seemed to sense her mother's sweet scent and immediately snuggled into her arms. "Mother, don't leave Father and Bing'er behind," her slightly hoarse voice, hoarse from the high fever, echoed in her ears, filling her heart with sorrow. Looking down, she saw Bing'er, saw her features so similar to Duan Yuhan's, and suddenly, the small body weighed heavily on her arms, so heavy that she couldn't muster any internal strength.

"Qing, give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?"

An unprecedented sense of regret surged into Duan Yuhan's heart. If time could turn back, if everything could start over, he would never be so cruel and heartless. As long as she was happy, he could forget all the humiliation and torment of the past, and he would force himself to forget all the resentment.

Sima Wanqing looked up at him and, unexpectedly, smiled slightly. However, that smile was fleeting, like a brilliant shooting star streaking across the night sky, and her body quickly went limp and collapsed.

Enduring the discomfort, Duan Yuhan held her and Bing'er in his arms. Ruhua, who had been standing nearby, obediently took Sima Bing so he could properly examine Sima Wanqing's condition.

In his arms, her pink lips were flushed red, as if drunk, but her skin was as hot as boiling water. He could clearly hear her heart pounding rapidly, as if it were about to burst from her chest. It was the poison of the Wave Butterfly! It was the poison she had forcibly suppressed that was backfiring on her!

"Hmm..."

Sima Wanqing slowly woke up, hurriedly trying to get up and keep her distance from him.

Without allowing her to refuse, Duan Yuhan lowered his head, his tongue teasingly tracing her small earlobe.

"No—"

she protested. But with his hot, alluring breath on her ear, she couldn't ignore the bittersweet feeling in her heart.

“Let me be your antidote,”

Duan Yuhan said softly. Whether it was seduction or temptation, he wanted her to live.

Chapter 10: Desire for Immortality, Desire for Death

“Let me go!”

Sima Wanqing tried to maintain her composure, wanting to push him away, but her arms were weak and powerless. Faintly, the air was filled with his refreshing scent, seeping into her body with each breath.

“Qing, I love you,”

he whispered in her ear, like the intimate whispers of their past love.

“Let me go.”

Love? She was confused. Hadn’t she given enough for this word? Must she succumb to this “love” again today?

“Think of Bing’er.”

His voice was like a gentle spring rain, each drop falling on the softest part of her heart, bewitching her. Yes, for Bing’er, for Lieyun Ranch, she couldn’t die. But what could she do if she didn’t want to die? Langdie had countless antidotes, but she didn’t want any of them. Perhaps, the only person she could accept was him. But he was her enemy, and she could never submit to him again!

"If you're determined to die, I'll go with you."

He took her hand, a calm and composed smile playing on his sensual lips. His beautiful dark eyes, however, were fixed on Sima Bing on the bed, filled with reluctance.

The little one slept peacefully, completely unaware of what was happening. Sima Wanqing felt a pang of pain in her heart, and tears almost rolled down her cheeks.

"Let's go."

The burning pain coursing through his body tormented Duan Yuhan, but he insisted on standing up. His Qing and Bing'er had to get to a safe place immediately.

"Put me down, there's a secret passage leading outside,"

Sima Wanqing whispered. She had to live; living was more important than anything else.

Duan Yuhan did as she was told and put her down. She walked slowly to the bedside, pressed the carved peony on the headboard, and a three-foot square opening immediately appeared at her feet, with a ladder leading down. She turned and picked up Sima Bing, going down first, followed closely by Duan Yuhan and Jiang Ruhua.

What is her relationship with Sheng Xixian? How did she get involved with the Shengwu Palace? She and Jiang Ruhua seem to have no interaction at all? Do they even know each other? How could there be a secret passage in the bedroom? When did she learn disguise? A thousand questions swirled in Duan Yuhan's mind, but he couldn't ask her for the time being.

Down the ladder was a passage; out of the passage, a large, overgrown hillside came into view. After walking about ten feet from the entrance of the secret passage, Sima Wanqing stopped.

"You can send the signal now."

She believed he must have ordered someone to lie in wait near Qingxin Yayuan. Duan Yuhan sighed inwardly; his Qing truly understood him. He immediately took out a small bamboo tube from his pocket, uncorked it, and silently, a dazzling white mist shot into the sky.

Soon, with the clatter of hooves, the group from Yunlai Residence appeared. Sima Wanqing had already covered her face with a silk handkerchief; she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Yunlai Residence. Sima Bing was cared for by Qin Mama and Jiang Ruhua, while Duan Yuhan led Sima Wanqing to his bedroom. It was located in the quiet backyard.

"Shall we take a bath first?"

"Yes,"

she replied softly. He immediately ordered someone to bring in a warm bathtub and other necessities, then casually closed the door and left.

Sima Wanqing watched his figure disappear, and the tension in her heart eased slightly. She was terrified, afraid that she would be blinded by the advances of a playboy and do something that would make her willingly offer herself to him. Although she had agreed to let him be the antidote, she was still unwilling and resentful!

Perhaps she had another option: kill him, and then she wouldn't care whether she lived or died. However, her Bing'er was completely defenseless. The immense wealth of Lieyun Ranch would bring endless trouble to Bing'er. How could she leave Bing'er in peace?

Or should she choose someone else as the antidote?

"Xiao Qing,"

Pei Mubai's noble and jade-like figure flashed through her mind. She vaguely saw his smiling face blooming like a night-blooming lily, and vaguely heard his sincere and warm voice echoing in her ears. Three years have passed. Is he doing well now?

She pulled off the silk handkerchief from her face, took off her clothes, and immersed herself in the water. Her body was burning hot, but her heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave. Why did she think of Pei Mubai? Now, she had no other choice but to accept Duan Yuhan, whether right or wrong.

The water vapor rose, and white mist swirled around her. She closed her eyes in despair. Four years had passed, and she had returned to Yunlai Residence, only to find herself in such a situation. Was it all fate's will? Was she and Duan Yuhan destined to be entangled, and no amount of struggle could change anything?

At this moment, Duan Yuhan was in the training room, sweating profusely, his lips pale. Initially, he had fought Li Lie with all his might in the bamboo forest, then he had been hit by the Dissolving Power Powder, and then Sima Wanqing's resentful palm strike had overwhelmed his meridians. A burning pain coursed through every pore of his body. The silky fabric brushed against his skin, yet felt like a red-hot branding iron, the searing pain piercing through skin, muscle, and straight to his heart. He felt as if he were being fried in boiling oil, never able to escape.

He took out the Spirit Pill specially prepared by Lu Jingqiao and swallowed it with water. Duan Yuhan smiled calmly; the Spirit Pill could protect his heart and meridians, but it was only a temporary fix. Who would have thought that Duan Yuhan, the ruthless and cold-blooded commander of Lieyun Ranch, was so weak that an ordinary person could easily knock him down and kill him?

He struggled to his feet and headed towards his bedroom. His immediate priority was to neutralize the poison from Langdie; even if every movement brought him to the brink of fainting, he had to persevere.

Pushing open the door, he could vaguely see Sima Wanqing lying motionless on the edge of a tub in the misty steam. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered gently, her cherry lips were as red as blood, and her skin was as smooth and flawless as jade and porcelain—it all seemed like a dream.

Duan Yuhan stared at the familiar face he had

longed for day and night, suddenly hesitant to approach. Was it an illusion? Would she vanish the moment he got close? Just like countless times in his midnight dreams, plunging him from the peak of happiness in his dreams into the abyss of despair? Sima Wanqing seemed to sense his arrival and quickly looked up. A few drops of blood quickly spilled from her cherry lips, landing on her smooth arm, gradually sliding into the water and spreading, like a red rose blooming in the mist.

"Qing,"

Duan Yuhan rushed over, knowing that she was trying her best to suppress her desires to the point of near breaking. Grabbing a bath towel, he quickly wrung it out and dried her body, then carried her to the bed.

"Blindfold me,"

she said, turning her face away, her voice hoarse.

He paused for a moment, then understood what she meant. She had taken the antidote, not him—Duan Yuhan, so she didn't want to see him. Obeying her wishes, he blindfolded her with a handkerchief and then took off his outer garment.

He bent down and gently licked her soft lips, feeling her fragrant breath; he felt a little dizzy. The alluring red tasted exceptionally sweet, yet that softness also seared him with excruciating pain.

If Lu Jingqiao were here, he would surely say he was insane. After taking the Spirit Intent Pill, one must immediately circulate its power throughout the body for it to be effective; he shouldn't be here, becoming someone else's antidote. Now, enduring the pain and moving recklessly, there was only one outcome: his meridians would be severed, and he would die.

But he had no choice. The poison from Langdie had to be neutralized as soon as possible, otherwise his Qing would be gone forever. He absolutely could not tolerate someone else becoming her antidote, so he had to do it himself.

He didn't care too much about the outcome. He had sworn that he owed her, no matter the method or the cost, he would repay her. Even if it ultimately cost him his life, he accepted it.

"Mmm..."

she gasped softly, her arms wrapping around his body. For a moment, he couldn't help but tremble, as if every hair on his body was standing on end in pain.

"Qing, I love you."

He smiled bitterly, his tongue sliding down her fair neck, kissing her softly and repeatedly.

His mouth was dry, his blood seemed to be boiling. Around him, by his hands, on his lips, every pore of his skin needed something. She sought some coolness, involuntarily pressing herself against him, her skin rubbing against his bare skin, yearning to merge together.

He cupped her full breasts, his thumb caressing her pink nipples, circling, gently brushing, teasing. He knew the effects of the drug needed to be fully released to ensure her future health.

She whimpered, holding him even tighter. He suppressed his discomfort, gently taking her full, firm breast into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, the warmth seeming to melt them together.

A tidal wave of passion nearly overwhelmed her. She gasped for breath, her hands, which had been wrapped around his waist, now entwined themselves in his hair. The smooth texture made her even more uncontrollable.

Her nipples stood erect, full and lustrous. His tongue, like a dancing sprite, slowly slid down her smooth, delicate skin.

Darkness enveloped her vision, yet her body was strangely sensitive. She didn't know what he was doing, only feeling a warm sensation brush against her clitoris, then lingering near her secret garden. With each warm press, the speed increased, the pressure varying, a surge of heat coursing through every inch of her skin like lightning, moist nectar seeping out, the flames of passion burning ever brighter.

His fingers deftly slipped into her garden, inch by inch, deeper and deeper. She was like a small boat sailing on the sea, dizzy and lost in the ebb and flow of the waves, helplessly immersed in the overwhelming pleasure.

Blood rushed through her veins, and every touch fueled the burning desire within her. In her dazed state, she knew only he could truly release her.

Clinging to his neck, she dazedly licked his chest. Her hands roamed restlessly across his front and back. Her long, beautiful legs occasionally twitched, brushing against his most sensitive spots.

Her passion made him gasp for breath, trying to calm the excruciating pain coursing through him. If it weren't for her, he would have collapsed long ago. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on; he only knew he couldn't give up halfway.

"Han..."

she murmured softly, wrapping her legs around his waist, enticing him. In a daze, he recalled their passionate lovemaking at the hot springs, where she had been just as intensely passionate.

As if a string of reason had snapped, he sat up, grasped her slender waist, and pulled her to sit on his lap. Her teasing had gone too far; no man could endure such sweet torment.

His hard desire pressed against the softness between her legs, caressing her delicate clitoris, then gently rubbing and moving, repeatedly striking her most tender spot. A

languid smile graced her face as she unconsciously clung to him, her rosy lips gently biting his earlobe. A destructive impulse surged through his nerves. Unbridled lust overwhelmed him; he could barely think, wanting only to be entwined with her.

He arched his back, his burning erection plunging into her tender depths. This most profound and intimate union, hearing their synchronized breaths and heartbeats, filled him with ecstasy.

Her blossoming bud rubbed against his chest, her tight, warm embrace enveloping his restless beast. Desire burned like a raging fire, instantly igniting his boundless passion.

His beast thrust into her beautiful garden, her waist swaying like a willow in the wind, rhythmically responding, so harmoniously.

"Mmm..."

His heat intensified with her soft moan, his rhythm growing stronger, he indulged himself, repeatedly penetrating her sensitive clitoris.

He cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers, a breathtaking kiss, fiery, lingering, his tongue wildly entwining with hers, as if never to let go.

She clung tightly to his shoulders, a raging storm of desire burning fiercely within her, as if to incinerate her. A seductive kiss, a passionate rhythm, greedy hands caressing their burning bodies, and suddenly, her inner garden contracted, sucking at his fierce beast, as if to subdue it to its deepest depths. In the final climax, they both reached the peak of pleasure simultaneously.

In the instant after the peak, time seemed to freeze. She seemed somewhat tired, leaning slumped against the covers, drowsy. He, however, felt an overwhelming, excruciating pain assaulting his internal organs and even his fingertips. An indescribable, oppressive feeling in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He forced down the metallic taste that surged in his mouth. Yet, his nostrils were still damp. Crimson blood dripped onto the sheets; he took a deep breath, struggling to catch his breath.

He pulled the blanket over her, then rinsed his mouth and washed away the nosebleed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sleeping face, he hadn't felt this happy in a long time. At that moment, the pain in his body seemed to vanish into thin air, irrelevant to him.

She whimpered and turned over, unconsciously emerging from under the covers to rest against his chest. Her face gently rubbed against his chest, still burning hot. Touching her forehead and hands, they were the same. Her almost intoxicated expression made him even more worried.

Smoothing her long, cloud-like hair that reached her waist, wiping away the fine beads of sweat from her skin, he laid her down and covered her with the blanket. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him down into the blanket with her.

Holding each other, warming each other, a long-lost joy filled their hearts. Extreme exhaustion quickly lulled him into sleep. He didn't know when, but her delicate fragrance enveloped him, and he was awakened by her kiss. The blindfold fell onto the pillow. Her eyes were alluring, her gaze captivating, clearly still haunted by the lingering effects of the seductive butterfly.

He didn't have time to think, and returned her kiss. Their side-lying position seemed to facilitate a deeper connection and a more passionate entanglement. Even the slightest touch was enough to drive her wild. She, with his rhythmic movements, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, swam freely in a sea of pleasure, rising and falling, indulging in carnal bliss, reveling in its decadence.

He didn't know how much time had passed; as dusk fell, he felt her body temperature slowly decrease, her breathing gradually calming and settling. A strand of her black hair playfully entwined around his arm, but he didn't bother to brush it away, simply holding her, equally exhausted, close as they fell asleep.

The soft morning light filtered through the delicate pink gauze, illuminating the two sleeping lovers on the bed. His face was as pale as paper, yet a faint smile played on his lips. His wife was safe and sound, and he could finally drift off to sleep with peace of mind.

A ray of morning light lazily shone on her face, and Sima Wanqing awoke groggily. The pleasure amplified a thousandfold by the drug, the lingering, fiery passion in her memory, still seemed to coursing through her body, leaving her slightly dizzy.

Seeing Duan Yuhan sleeping soundly beside her, she vaguely remembered their passionate embrace the previous day. His terrifying expression filled her with dread, and she instinctively reached out her right hand, wanting to touch his cheek. However, her hand ultimately froze in mid-air, falling limply to the ground. He was, after all, her enemy; how could she possibly show him any concern or pity? Her

perfect revenge plan had been completely thrown into chaos by Li Lie's interference. Yesterday's physical intimacy had left her with a myriad of conflicting thoughts, unsure how to face him. Perhaps she should calm down and think carefully about what to do next.

As she tried to get dressed, she realized that his right hand and her left hand were intertwined. Carefully withdrawing her fingers, she gently moved his left hand away from her waist and quietly rose. Suddenly, she remembered their honeymoon days. If she woke up earlier than him, she would do the same, rising silently so as not to disturb his rest. Sometimes, even when he was clearly awake, he would pretend not to, deliberately holding onto her clothes or embracing her tightly, insisting on a passionate embrace before getting up.

But that sweetness now only existed in her memories, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

A glance at the bloodstains on the sheets startled her, but she couldn't figure out where the blood had come from. Looking back at his handsome face, she finally gritted her teeth, pushed open the door, and left.

She didn't know how much pain Duan Yuhan was in while she was floating on air, or how he was in excruciating agony. She also didn't know that because of this incident, Duan Yuhan had lost all his internal energy for years.

Chapter 11: Old Friends

in the Storm Walking briskly through the secret passage, Sima Wanqing was still immersed in the joy of seeing Bing'er. Bing'er was awake, and Qin's mother was feeding him porridge. The little guy was a bit weak, but his spirits were good, which finally put her at ease.

Three years had passed, and Aunt Qin's temples were streaked with gray. The way she comforted Bing'er was so familiar. Sima Wanqing still remembered how loving and caring Aunt Qin had been when she was young. Thinking back to the Wanyin Hall, Aunt Qin had insisted she wasn't Sima Lie's daughter, likely forced by force. Aside from that, Aunt Qin had always loved and cared for her.

With a soft sigh, she didn't want to blame Aunt Qin anymore. She could understand and forgive even Lu Jingqiao, let alone the person who had cared for her since childhood.

Before she knew it, she had reached the ladder. Yesterday, she had ordered someone to investigate the origins of those mysterious people by West Lake; now, they should have some leads. Sima Wanqing hurriedly climbed the ladder.

"You're back."

The figure in the black robe with cloud patterns was reading at the table, showing no surprise at seeing her emerge from the secret passage.

"Hmm." "The environment at Yunlai Residence is quite nice, isn't it?"

Sheng Xixian coldly scrutinized her. Her cheeks were flushed, as beautiful as morning cherry blossoms; one could imagine her passionate encounter with Duan Yuhan yesterday. He knew it; she had been poisoned by the "Wave Butterfly," and the only antidote she had accepted was still Duan Yuhan.

Sima Wanqing looked at him with slight surprise; he knew her every move. Was he concerned for her, or was he monitoring her?

"Don't forget our agreement."

Thinking of Yunlai Residence, she felt inexplicably shy, then composed herself. "I haven't forgotten."

"Is that so?"

Sheng Xixian took a sip of tea, speaking calmly. "After all, you still didn't kill him."

"If Senior Brother thinks Wanqing is too soft-hearted, he can do it himself. Isn't half of Lieyun Ranch what Senior Brother has always wanted?"

Her mind was in turmoil, unsure of what she still wanted to do to Duan Yuhan. A surge of frustration welled up within her, and her words lacked their usual composure.

Sheng Xixian watched her undisguised agitation with amusement. "I can take action, but I'm afraid you'll desperately seek revenge later."

Her heart pounded; his words struck a chord with her deepest secret. Duan Yuhan could not die; even if he did, it could only be by her hand. But after their reunion, after going through so many life-or-death situations together, could she still bring herself to do it?

"There's been a report from below about what happened by the lake yesterday."

Sheng Xixian seemed to understand her thoughts, slowly changing the subject.

"Who were they?"

Her heart tightened. Daring to oppose Duan Yuhan, possessing an organization, and with considerable martial arts skills, those people must have some background.

A cold glint flashed in Sheng Xixian's eyes. Was he worried about Sima Bing, or concerned about Duan Yuhan, or perhaps both? If she truly couldn't forget him, should he break their promise?

"Who are they?"

The scent of butterflies around her suddenly intensified, creating a chilling atmosphere. She instinctively took a step back, but still pressed on.

"Ten days ago, twenty young men suddenly arrived in Zhao Family Village on the southern outskirts of Hangzhou. They rented a farmhouse and hardly ever left. Yesterday, someone saw five of them throwing things into an abandoned well in the village. Upon inspection, the well was filled with dismembered corpses, about fifteen in total."

Recalling the gruesome scene of the corpses reported by her subordinates, Sheng Xixian could imagine the cruelty of Sima Wanqing's actions yesterday morning. She was kind-hearted by nature, but if pushed to the brink, her ruthless and fierce counterattack might not be inferior to his.

People who arrived ten days ago, hiding in the remote suburbs, and then suddenly appearing, plotting against Sima Bing who arrived six days ago? Did this mean that these people had a pre-existing target in Hangzhou?

How could they know that Sima Bing was by West Lake early in the morning without leaving their house? Did this mean that they must have companions and were extremely aware of the movements at Yunlai Residence?

Why risk retrieving the body after their companion was killed? Did it mean that if they didn't retrieve it, Duan Yuhan could easily uncover their secrets from the corpse?

Sima Wanqing pondered for a moment, a terrifying hypothesis suddenly surfacing in her mind, a chill creeping into her heart. Had Sheng Xixian also guessed this? If he broke the agreement, the situation might drastically change, beyond the control of either she or Duan Yuhan.

Facing the calm and solemn black robes, Sima Wanqing smiled faintly, "Nothing in Hangzhou escapes Senior Brother's notice, so the remaining five should be at Qingxin Yayuan now, right?"

"When they were found, they were all dead. Those farmhouses were also burned down, leaving no trace."

The mastermind was ruthless towards their own people because they had been exposed? Sima Wanqing looked at the gleaming brocade curtains and silver hooks, her chill deepening.

"Why do you believe me? Perhaps ordering Bing'er to be captured was my idea, and what I said earlier was all a lie."

Sheng Xixian stroked the plain glass tea tray and suddenly asked.

"Why say that, Senior Brother? Someone as proud as you wouldn't make things difficult for a mere child. Besides, we had a prior agreement."

"You really believe I won't break my promise? If you're this naive one day, how will you manage the Fierce Cloud Ranch?"

Sheng Xixian looked at her beautiful face and suddenly felt a pang of emotion. Since ancient times, those who achieve great things have never been bound by agreements and promises.

"I naturally won't easily trust others."

Sima Wanqing knew, of course, that keeping her word with someone who intended to control the martial world was extremely unwise. At this moment, she only wanted to appease him, but she hadn't expected her words to have another meaning.

Her clear, watery eyes stared at him intently, a strange emotion welling up in Sheng Xixian's heart. In her eyes, was he truly different from others? Just because of her words, he felt he could convince himself to give her another chance.

He smiled brightly, a rare occurrence, his domineering aura vanishing, the exquisite auspicious cloud pattern on his collar shining even brighter. "Li Lie, I've taught him a lesson."

Sima Wanqing, seeing his expression, breathed a slight sigh of relief. It would be best if he kept his promise and only let her deal with Duan Yuhan.

"Bring him in."

"Yes."

Li Lie entered somewhat dejectedly, but his gaze flickered when he saw Sima Wanqing. He was probably surprised by Ni Chang's drastic change in appearance. Sima Wanqing saw that apart from his pale face, he seemed normal and couldn't immediately guess where he was injured.

Sheng Xixian stood up and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, from now on, he can no longer bully women."

He spoke casually, but it sent chills down her spine. Did he mean that Li Lie had become a eunuch?

She was merely his nominal concubine, not his real woman! Even if she were truly his concubine, Li Lie held the position of Left Protector of the Holy Martial Palace and had made outstanding contributions. As the Palace Master, he shouldn't have punished him so severely for a woman. Such a focus on beauty would only alienate his subordinates.

Sheng Xixian saw the phoenix jade pendant on her ear swaying precariously, knowing she must be extremely shocked. He didn't want to say much. He only knew that when he learned of Li Lie's actions, he almost lost control and wanted to kill. At that time, he was very surprised because he hadn't been agitated by anything for many years. After calming down, he was confident that he had done the best to deal with Li Lie. If it weren't for Li Lie who sent the butterfly, he would surely be dead by now.

"From today onwards, you will be Ni Chang's personal bodyguard. You must be by her side at all times to ensure her safety,"

Sheng Xixian calmly ordered.

"Yes,"

Li Lie respectfully replied, then hesitated for a moment, "I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it?"

Sheng Xixian naturally knew what he was wondering about, "Ni Chang is Sima Wanqing. You should know her identity."

Li Lie suddenly understood. The Palace Master valued her so much; there was indeed another reason.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother. But it's unnecessary to have him as a bodyguard. Wanqing is confident that she can protect herself,"

Sima Wanqing politely declined.

“The effects of the Dissolving Power Powder have worn off, and Duan Yuhan’s martial arts should have recovered almost completely. Although you struck him with a palm, given his internal strength, he’s probably only suffered minor injuries. If you were to fight him, you still wouldn’t stand a chance. I don’t want you to be taken to Yunlai Residence by him again.”

Sheng Xixian’s analysis sounded reasonable and well-intentioned.

However, Li Lie’s presence, from another perspective, was blatant surveillance. Moreover, his martial arts were exceptionally high; getting rid of him would be difficult. How could Sima Wanqing not understand Sheng Xixian’s intentions?

A faint, clear scent lingered around her, and she felt somewhat bewildered. If Duan Yuhan’s domineering nature was like the biting, piercing winter wind from beyond the Great Wall, forceful and compelling, forcing you to submit; Sheng Xixian’s domineering nature was like the gentle, subtle spring rain from Jiangnan, seemingly soft yet powerful, leaving you powerless to resist.

“If Senior Brother insists, Wanqing is willing.”

In an instant, Sima Wanqing made her decision. Since refusal was useless, she might as well make good use of Li Lie.

Sheng Xixian knew her thoughts but didn't say anything.

"There's one more thing. Could Mr. Ling examine Bing'er again?"

Sima Wanqing loved her son deeply and wouldn't be at ease until she knew Sima Bing was fully recovered.

"Of course. Actually, if you miss Bing'er, with Ruhua as an inside man, why not just steal him back?"

Sheng Xixian didn't care that the child looked so much like Duan Yuhan.

Sima Wanqing smiled faintly, "That's not necessary. I don't want to be distracted."

Having Bing'er by her side was her wish, but given the current situation, Yunlai Residence was safer for Bing'er than Shengwu Palace.

"Reporting to the Palace Master, someone has come to report."

Bao'er's voice rang out from outside the door.

"Let him in to speak."

"Yes." "

Reporting to the Palace Master, a message was just sent by carrier pigeon. Pei Mubai has just arrived in Hangzhou and went to pay a visit to Duan Yuhan. He has already entered Yunlai Residence."

Sima Wanqing's heart suddenly trembled. Did Pei Mubai mistake Jiang Ruhua for her, and was he in such a hurry to see what was going on? Recalling the hatred Duan Yuhan felt for Pei Mubai when she left the ranch, she was a little afraid. Although Pei Mubai's visit was open and aboveboard, Duan Yuhan might not necessarily kill him. But he was used to doing things his own way, and it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't have murderous intent. Yunlai Residence was the territory of Lieyun Ranch, and Pei Mubai was in a dangerous situation.

Thinking of this, Sima Wanqing was anxious. "I'll go see."

Her figure flashed and she flew out of Anxiang Pavilion. Li Lie followed closely behind without saying a word.

Watching her slender figure hurry away, and sipping his tea which was gradually cooling, Sheng Xixian sighed. Telling her the truth about Sima Bing's attack was meant to make her recognize the situation and insist on fulfilling the agreement. This way, everyone would get what they wanted, and ultimately, everyone would be happy. If she remained soft-hearted, she couldn't blame him for wanting to break the agreement.

"Daddy, Daddy, wake up—"

Sima Bing pounded on the door with her little fists, shouting loudly.

Duan Yuhan vaguely heard this, and tried to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him; he was extremely weak and only wanted to remain motionless in his sleep forever. The burning pain from being fried in oil and roasted over a fire had vanished without a trace, replaced by a floating, listless feeling.

"Why isn't Daddy opening the door?"

the little guy asked疑惑地问道.

"Young Master is tired, let's go play somewhere else,"

Jiang Ruhua said gently.

"Hmm… Daddy, there's a handsome uncle in the hall who wants to see you, don't sleep too long. Sister Ruhua and I are going to play."

In the little guy's mind, his father was the most powerful person in the world, so naturally he wouldn't be sick. He figured his father, like himself, suddenly wanted to stay in bed.

A clear, childlike voice reached Duan Yuhan's ears, and it took him a while to understand. The dreamlike intimacy of yesterday floated into his mind, and he vaguely remembered everything. The quilt was slightly cold, his hands were empty, and he suddenly opened his eyes—his Qing was gone. He could no longer keep her. He

tried to circulate his inner energy, but his body felt empty, as if he had no internal strength at all. He tried again, but the same thing happened. After a moment's thought, he understood the truth. He

vaguely heard the pattering raindrops outside the window hitting the green silk gauze, making a soft "plop" sound. He smiled faintly. Yesterday, he stood proudly atop the bamboo branches, looking down on everyone; today, his strength was no more than that of an ordinary person. The world changes, just like the changing weather of West Lake, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. He had guessed this outcome long ago, and there was no point in lamenting anymore.

Bing'er said someone had come to visit, but she didn't know who it was. A handsome uncle? This child had never called anyone that before; the visitor must be quite outstanding.

His limbs seemed to awaken gradually as his thoughts churned. He struggled to get up, dressed, and opened the door to summon someone.

After washing up and eating breakfast, he saw Feng Si and the others standing respectfully to the side.

"Who has come to visit?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is Pei Mubai."

Feng Si and the others knew that Pei Mubai was Sima Wanqing's sworn brother, and that Sima Lie had personally presided over their sworn brotherhood ceremony. Logically, Yunlai Residence should treat him like a distinguished guest. However, they had heard rumors of an ambiguous relationship between Pei Mubai and Sima Wanqing, and without Duan Yuhan's instructions, they dared not make a decision on how to receive him.

Duan Yuhan's heart stirred. What was Pei Mubai's purpose in coming to visit? His face remained expressionless as he ordered, "Treat him well. I will go shortly."

He glanced at the mirror; the person in the mirror had a normal complexion, moist lips, and a composed demeanor, no different from usual. Duan Yuhan rose and walked towards the front hall, but felt his steps were light and unsteady, as if he were walking on cotton, completely lacking his usual steady and solid feeling, which he was very unaccustomed to. He gave a wry smile, knowing that he had to get used to it now, and he had to pretend even if he didn't want to. He had to act as usual, without revealing the slightest flaw, so that people would know that he had lost all his martial arts skills. Otherwise, he feared that the world would be in chaos and he would be unable to control the situation.

When he arrived at the hall, the man in white, as pure as snow, was still gentle and elegant, with a graceful demeanor.

"Long time no see, it's a rare guest."

After confirming Wanqing's love for him again yesterday, Duan Yuhan no longer had any hostility towards Pei Mubai.

"The reputation of Lieyun Ranch is growing day by day, congratulations. I should have come to see it sooner."

"No need to be polite, just say what you need."

"I heard that you brought Xiaoqing to Hangzhou, I just want to see an old friend."

Pei Mubai knew that Duan Yuhan had brought Sima Bing and a woman who looked very much like Sima Wanqing to Yunlai Residence. He feared that Wanqing might have fallen into Duan Yuhan's hands and suffered some kind of torture, so he rushed over.

Duan Yuhan smiled inscrutably, "She hasn't returned. It's just that a girl who looks like her recently arrived at the ranch."

"Is that so?"

Pei Mubai was a little doubtful, but Duan Yuhan had no reason to lie to him, because at Yunlai Residence, Duan Yuhan held an absolute advantage.

"Yes."

As the two were talking, a light white figure accompanied by a burly figure swept past the window and gracefully descended. A

girl in a white dress floated in, the once dazzling girl somewhat thinner, yet even more beautiful and captivating. No one knew how worried he was when Sima Wanqing quietly left him. Now, seeing her standing there so charmingly, his heart finally settled. Pei Mubai almost wanted to rush over and hug her immediately, but reason prevailed. He smiled gently, "Xiao Qing, it's been so long."

Having not seen his warm and comforting smile for so long, Sima Wanqing had an urge to snuggle up to him. Pei Mubai, her good friend, confidant, and brother who had shared hardships with her, was practically family.

"Let's go quickly."

She felt that the longer she stayed at Yunlai Residence, the more dangerous it would be for Pei Mubai.

"Qing, can we stay and talk?"

Duan Yuhan told himself he had to seize the opportunity to tell her everything.

"There's nothing to say."

Sima Wanqing cautiously took a step back. Duan Yuhan was full of schemes; she couldn't let her guard down and fall under his control again.

"There are three of you; are you afraid of me?"

Duan Yuhan noticed Li Lie following behind her, feeling strange but not having time to think further.

"If you really have something to say, we'll talk after we leave Yunlai Residence."

His words were harsh, but his gaze was earnest. She felt a little wavering.

"Okay,"

Duan Yuhan knew that leaving Yunlai Residence would be dangerous for him, but Wanqing was willing to listen to him; he couldn't let this opportunity slip by. Seeing her wet hair and rain-soaked clothes, he guessed she had rushed over without an umbrella; he wondered if she would catch a cold.

Sima Wanqing seemed to sense his feelings and hurriedly avoided his concerned gaze.

Duan Yuhan instructed that Sima Bing be well protected and that no outsiders were allowed to enter Yunlai Residence. He also called Qin Mama to accompany them, and the group of five then left Yunlai Residence.

Chapter 12: Truth and Lies

In the drizzling rain, Sima Wanqing led everyone to sit down in an embroidered boat on the West Lake. The

embroidered boat was extremely luxuriously furnished. Sheng Xixian liked to use it to travel around, and no one dared to wander around it, making it a very secluded place.

"Go and buy the Eighteen Treasures Porridge from Xianyuan Tower in the east of the city."

No matter what Duan Yuhan said, Sima Wanqing did not want Li Lie to hear it and report it. Li Lie grunted but did not move.

Pei Mubai smiled, "You should still go. Do you want the three of us to tie you up like a dumpling and throw you out?"

In terms of martial arts, Li Lie was confident he was no less skilled than any of the three before him, but if they joined forces, he would undoubtedly be defeated. He grinned and left dejectedly.

"What do you want to say?"

Even though she was so close, her cold indifference kept Duan Yuhan at arm's length.

"Alright, I hope you'll listen."

Duan Yuhan knew how cruel it would be to reopen her old wounds, but he had to explain everything clearly.

"Do you remember how you spent your eighth birthday?"

She was a little confused; what did he mean by asking this so suddenly?

"Answer me, do you remember?"

"Nothing special, I spent it with Dad, Uncle Yue, and my two older brothers."

The floodgates of memory opened suddenly, and she remembered something, "It was the only time after you came to the ranch that you didn't come to celebrate my birthday."

She clearly remembered throwing a tantrum that night, rushing to find him, only to find Uncle Yue saying he was out on business and hadn't returned yet.

"Do you know why I didn't go to see you?"

A bitter taste lingered in his throat as Duan Yuhan asked softly.

"Uncle Yue said you went to work, and he gave me a grasshopper, saying it was a gift from you."

"Actually, I was in the inner room at the time."

Duan Yuhan vaguely remembered seeing her little face puffed up with anger behind the curtain, but she immediately beamed after receiving the grasshopper.

She vaguely felt something was amiss, "...What happened?"

"Two or three months before your birthday, a guest named Teng Kun came to the ranch, remember?"

Duan Yuhan saw her blank look and prompted her again, "The Jade King of Hetian gave you a jade toad."

"Yes."

She vaguely recalled a banquet where she, her older brothers, and she were dressed the same. A fat, big-eared guest came over and praised the three brothers, saying they were all handsome. Later, he gave her a jade toad and even took the opportunity to touch her face. Her older brothers and she were furious. The jade toad was indeed extremely exquisite and beautiful; she liked it very much. Later, she showed it to Duan Yuhan, who inexplicably became angry, smashed it to pieces, and threw even the powder into the river, causing her to cry in distress and hold a grudge against him for several days.

"Teng Kun is a homosexual and violent by nature. Sima Lie sent me to accompany him for two months, and we closed a two-million-dollar deal. On your birthday, I was too badly injured to visit you."

His dark eyes were calm as a stagnant pool, yet a pale, cold light shone from the bottom.

His words, like icy water from a snowy mountain, flowed into her heart, the chill from within making her body stiffen.

"He even gave Han'er to a client as a male prostitute to close his own deal, and even tortured him with heinous acts, nearly killing him."

Yue Zhongzheng's words from the past suddenly echoed clearly in her ears.

Sima Wanqing's mind was in chaos; what was the truth? Why couldn't she understand? Although her father wasn't exactly a gentleman, he would never do such a thing.

"You're mistaken, Father wouldn't do that to you."

She tried to convince herself to believe her father.

“Without Sima Lie's gift of wine, how could I have been drugged and woken up in Teng Kun's bed? Without Sima Lie's permission, how could Teng Kun have dared to imprison me near the ranch for two months? In his eyes, I was nothing more than a dog to be traded for his own benefit, someone he could give away to others to play with at any time. If my uncle hadn't rescued me in time, I'm afraid I would have died without anyone uttering a sound.”

Duan Yuhan's tone grew increasingly cold.

If it weren't for his hope for her understanding and forgiveness, he would never have told her these ugly and disgusting past events.

As if a sharp blade had pierced her heart, her face turned deathly pale, the celadon tea tray in her hand almost slipping from her grasp, her fingers stiff and unable to move. He wasn't mistaken? Was he telling the truth? Was her father so despicable? The once unruly young man wouldn't have coveted the wealth of the Sima family beyond the Great Wall; it was precisely because of this resentment that he killed her father and brothers.

Pei Mubai quickly took the celadon tea tray, but didn't know what to say to comfort her. He was shocked that Duan Yuhan had such a tragic past. Given Duan Yuhan's pride, it's understandable that he couldn't tolerate being humiliated. Retaliation was to be expected. If it were her, while she wouldn't be as ruthless as him, she would certainly make the other party pay a considerable price.

Sima Wanqing stared blankly at Duan Yuhan, then suddenly gave a bitter smile, her voice weak, "Thank you for telling me, I understand."

Her usually clear and bright eyes suddenly became misty and lifeless.

Even if what he said was true, so what? She could understand his desire for revenge, but she couldn't forgive the ruthlessness of his retaliation. Telling her all this only made her more heartbroken; it was utterly meaningless!

"Qing,"

Duan Yuhan hurriedly grasped her hand, which she didn't flinch from, "There's one more thing, you must listen carefully."

Sima Wanqing's expression was somber, as if she hadn't heard him.

"You are your uncle's child, not Sima Lie's daughter."

Duan Yuhan put his hand on her shoulder, looked directly at her, and said, word by word.

Sima Wanqing smiled quietly, a bewildered smile. "You're lying again. Weren't you satisfied with deceiving so many people last time?"

"I was wrong last time, but everything I said today is true. This is your mother's will, written in her own hand, not a forgery. Qin's mother can testify."

A will? Sima Wanqing took the yellowed paper. It was that same will; she had read it a thousand times. No flaws, perfect. She could recite its words by heart. Her mother was confessing? Asking her father to forgive her, because her daughter wasn't his biological child?

Sima Wanqing looked at him sadly, "Why, even now, do you still slander my mother's innocence, and even drag Uncle Yue into it! I won't believe it."

"Miss, the will was left by Madam. Madam wrote it during her illness, but dared not give it to Master. She feared Master wouldn't forgive her and would take his anger out on you, so she instructed me to keep it safe until Master's deathbed. Last time, it was Aunt Qin who was cowardly and afraid of death, handing over the will and saying so many hurtful things, causing you to be alone and miserable all these years. But Aunt Qin never lied; even if she meets Madam in death, she will have a clear conscience."

Aunt Qin, usually gentle, spoke with unwavering resolve.

Sima Wanqing sighed softly. Why was Aunt Qin still siding with Duan Yuhan? She was forced last time; wouldn't she be forced to say these words this time as well?

Duan Yuhan seemed to know her thoughts and suddenly pulled her up. "If you don't believe me, we'll go back to the ranch immediately. With just a drop of your blood and a drop of your uncle's blood, the truth about your origins will naturally come to light."

He was willing to ruin Yue Zhongzheng's reputation to say this? He dared to lie to her so confidently, demanding a blood test? Besides, with his intelligence, how could he use the same trick twice? Or did he want to trick her into going back to the ranch?

Countless past scenes rushed through her mind. The warmer and more touching the memories, the more she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

When she was three years old, she was playing in a carriage and leaned out, resulting in a fall. Uncle Yue rushed over and cushioned her fall. She was unharmed, but Uncle Yue was covered in scrapes.

When she was eight years old, her older brother snatched the layered cake from her hand, and she cried. Uncle Yue promised to bring her various snacks every time he returned from out of town, and he kept his promise.

At the age of ten, she and Duan Yuhan began learning chess from Uncle Yue. Uncle Yue always liked to hold her on his lap and say, "You are my two most beloved children."

At the age of seventeen, she was discovered running away late at night because she was pregnant. Her father slapped her in anger, but Uncle Yue took the blow for her, resulting in him being injured and bedridden for more than a month.

At eighteen, she discovered Duan Yuhan was the murderer. To leave the ranch, Uncle Yue used the most lethal hidden weapon in the world to threaten Duan Yuhan, demanding he let her go. Between Duan Yuhan and her, Uncle Yue valued her wishes more. Was it merely because of his loyalty to the Sima family and his guilt?

From childhood, she had always believed Uncle Yue had no children, which was why he doted on her so much. But thinking back, she didn't seem to have any particular affection for her two older brothers.

Was Duan Yuhan telling the truth? If so, how ridiculous was her determination to seek revenge and reclaim Lieyun Ranch over the past three years? She and Sima Lie were not related by blood; she was the product of her mother's infidelity. She had no right to represent the Sima family in revenge, much less the right to inherit Lieyun Ranch!

"I won't go back to the ranch. Let go!"

Her voice suddenly became impassioned.

"Qing, you are my cousin. We are family."

Duan Yuhan genuinely sensed her doubt and struggle.

With a flick of her slender hand, the yellowed paper instantly transformed into thousands of butterflies, fluttering across the sky. Sima Wanqing laughed, "You don't need to make up lies to deceive me anymore, I won't believe you."

Her lips were curved in a smile, but her eyes held endless sorrow.

"Whether you believe it or not, the truth is the truth."

Duan Yuhan insisted that she admit the truth. He knew that if she truly didn't believe him, she wouldn't bother saying anything more. Her current behavior precisely indicated that she believed him to some extent.

Sima Wanqing abruptly turned around, "Have you said everything you wanted to say? I'm tired, I need to go back and rest."

With a light step, she darted ashore like a swallow flitting through the forest, disappearing in a few graceful leaps.

"Let her have some peace and quiet. Whether it's the truth or a lie, she'll find out for herself."

Strangely, Pei Mubai suddenly felt that Duan Yuhan wasn't so unpleasant after all.

Duan Yuhan looked at him and found him quite pleasing to the eye for the first time. "Speaking of which, we've known each other for so long, yet we've never had a proper chat, which is quite a regret."

Pei Mubai laughed heartily. "I thought you'd always seen me as an enemy."

"There are no eternal enemies in this world. Besides, if I were you, I would have helped her without hesitation back then, so I don't blame you."

Once she let go of her resentment, Duan Yuhan clearly knew that Lieyun Ranch and the Pei family of Jiangnan should be friends, not enemies.

Rushing into Anxiang Pavilion, Sima Wanqing collapsed onto the bed. Countless tangled threads seemed to be intertwined and wandering in her mind, yet she couldn't see them clearly or straighten them out. She

regulated her breathing, calmed her mind, and pondered carefully. Even if Duan Yuhan had been humiliated first, she couldn't forgive his cruel and vicious revenge. Even if she really was Yue Zhongzheng's child, there was still a blood feud between them. Moreover, Sima Lie's years of nurturing kindness towards her couldn't be erased. She would ultimately make him pay for his blood debt.

But to avenge her family, she had to sacrifice the life of another relative. Adding to this the lifelong grief of Sima Bing and Yue Zhongzheng, was it truly worth it?

An overwhelming weariness washed over her. Yesterday's indulgence, today's worry and travel for Pei Mubai, and the lingering excitement of the moment—she finally collapsed onto the soft quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, her hand instinctively touched the white mud beneath her pillow, stroking his handsome, refined features. A sorrowful smile appeared on her brow.

In her dream, he had her, fourteen years old, atop the Yanhe Tower, gazing up at the stars.

He suddenly said, "Do you know what it means to fly wing to wing?"

"It's when one bird and another fly wing to wing, of course I know,"

she blinked her large eyes.

"No, it's like this."

He suddenly pulled her close, leaping from the tower's top. So high! She was terrified, closing her eyes tightly and clinging to him.

"Coward,"

he chuckled softly in her ear.

A cool night breeze gently brushed her face, and she reluctantly mustered her courage to open her eyes. In the distance, countless stars and the lights of countless homes blended together, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

He and she danced, twirled, and circled freely in the sky, and for a moment, she truly felt like a bird.

"So beautiful!"

she exclaimed, laughing. The ribbon binding his hair fluttered against her face, tickling her slightly. She turned her head and saw his eyes, as dark as midnight, looking at her with a half-smile. For the first time, she felt shy under his gaze; her hands went limp, and she almost fell, but he held her even tighter.

Later, he brought her down steadily to the ground, and she still clung to his chest.

"Still scared?"

he tapped her little nose. She shook her head, not daring to let him see her blushing face.

"So high, what if we fall?"

She was somewhat skeptical of his incredible agility.

"There won't be any mishaps,"

he solemnly assured her. "Even if there are, you'll definitely be alright."

She stuck out her tongue. "I'm really worried you'll slip and fall to your death."

"If I slip, would you be willing to die with me?"

His expression suddenly became strange.

She wanted to say, "What's so scary about dying with you?"

But she was too embarrassed to say it, and only smiled brightly, holding his hand tightly.

"Something terrible has happened!"

Bao'er's voice suddenly broke into her dream, and Sima Wanqing woke up with a start.

"What is it?"

"Madam, the embroidered boat by the lake suddenly caught fire and exploded."

"What?"

Sima Wanqing sat up abruptly, and without asking any questions, she flew out.

The rain stopped, the wind died down, and the colorful and magnificent embroidered boat had disappeared without a trace. Only scattered black wreckage could be seen on the shore and the lake. The people in the Holy Martial Palace were busy cleaning up the mess, and many people had gathered on the shore to watch, creating a noisy scene.

"Look, there's someone over there."

With the new discovery, a mutilated body was quickly pulled out. Sima Wanqing rushed forward, her heart trembling uncontrollably. The figure, the still-burnt clothes, the remaining half of the face—it was clearly Aunt Qin.

Aunt Qin was here, but where was Duan Yuhan? Where was Pei Mubai? They wouldn't have left Aunt Qin alone on the embroidered boat. A sudden surge of turbid air rose in her chest, choking her, making her almost suffocate.

After looking for a while longer, finding no more bodies, the crowd gradually dispersed. Only then did she remember to check Yunlai Residence. She hurried to the gate of Yunlai Residence, vaguely hearing Sima Bing's voice from inside.

"Why haven't Father and the handsome uncle returned yet? I want to go find Father."

"Young Master, you can't. The Master ordered you not to go out."

"I'm going out! You dare stop me?"

"Young Master has important matters to attend to. Come, Bing'er is the most sensible; let's play hide-and-seek, shall we?"

Ru Hua's gentle voice persuaded.

Duan Yuhan and Pei Mubai hadn't returned. Logically, given their high level of martial arts, they shouldn't have been easily ambushed. So why couldn't they save Aunt Qin? If they were safe and sound, why didn't they return? Didn't Duan Yuhan know that Bing'er would miss him? The

warm spring sunshine couldn't overcome the deep fear in her heart. In a daze, she returned to Anxiang Pavilion. Looking up, she saw Sheng Xixian sitting peacefully in the hall, with Li Lie standing to the side.

Was it him? Li Lie had reported Duan Yuhan's location to him, and he had already decided to kill him? Otherwise, in Hangzhou, who would dare to blow up the embroidered boat of Shengwu Palace? And who would bother to blow up an empty embroidered boat? They probably just wanted to kill the people inside.

Step by step, her steps were heavy yet resolute. She was determined to get to the bottom of the bombing of the embroidered boat.

"Li Lie said he went back to buy porridge, and then you disappeared. Don't be so willful in the future,"

Sheng Xixian said with a hint of reproach.

"What did you see when you returned to the embroidered boat?"

she asked, turning to Li Lie.

"I saw the three of them at the bow of the boat from afar, about to disembark, when suddenly the embroidered boat exploded and caught fire."

"Where are they?"

"They were all blown away, flying into the lake."

Duan Yuhan and Pei Mubai had met with misfortune, their chances of survival slim? The surrounding air was unusually heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Send more people to search,"

she heard her own voice, cold and distant.

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