The Complete Record of Beauties of the Tang Dynasty (Author: Yan Shanting)

The Beauties of the Tang Dynasty

, by Yan Shanting,

Volume One: A Dream Broken in Jiangnan, Chapter

One: Playing in the Dust of the World

. This damn weather, it's unbearably hot! I've cursed the sun a thousand times already. I

actually miss winter a bit; in winter, even if it's cold, you can just wear a few more layers. But this kind of heat is different; even if it's cold, you can't just run around naked in the streets! Don't test Suzhou's security; try it if you don't believe me, and I guarantee you'll be enjoying the cool comfort of Suzhou's prison in no time.

Despite the heat, Suzhou is still Suzhou. Don't you know, Suzhou has always been known for its beautiful women, wealthy merchants, and shops lining its ten long streets?

I mingled in the vast crowd, wandering aimlessly with the throng. My angular face carried a faint, almost imperceptible smile, but it was a strange smile. There was no trace of muscle contraction on my face, yet you could clearly feel that inexplicable smile. If the old man next to me saw this, he would definitely be horrified, because he understood even better the true meaning behind that smile.

Just thinking about that old man makes me angry. Why? Didn't you see him? That damned old man deliberately dressed like that, practically ruining my image.

Look at him, skinny as a bone, his bones practically falling off, yet he's laughing so happily, wearing a tattered sheepskin hat and holding a big opium pipe—a veritable beggar. And to make matters worse, this damned beggar is sticking to me like glue.

Looking at the old man, I grew increasingly annoyed. Everyone on the street avoided us like the plague, all because of that damned old man.

"Old man, what kind of weather is this? Still wearing that tattered hat? Are you trying to kill yourself with the heat?"

The old man acted nonchalant, still laughing. I'll make you cry! "Oh, I know, your wife must have put it on you. No wonder you don't want to take it off, right?"

"Oh? Tell me about it." The old man

was very humble.

“That’s easy, didn’t you see your hat has changed color?”

I said seriously.

“No!”

The old man looked at the hat and put it back on.

“Heh heh, it’s turned green! Your wife must have slept with someone else, you can’t even bear to take off your green hat, you’re really something else.”

After saying that, I quickly jumped aside to avoid the old man’s wrath.

But the old man wasn’t as furious as I expected. He smiled sinisterly and said in a low voice, “I really have to admire you, kid. You can even handle a beauty like Bai Qiushui so easily. You’re too ruthless. You’ve been up all night, without even thinking about my feelings. I couldn’t sleep a wink all night. Hehe!”

He glanced around, “If these people knew what you did last night, what do you think the consequences would be?”

He seemed to see my miserable state and laughed smugly.

Bai Qiushui, one of the four most famous courtesans of Jiangnan, the most beautiful courtesan in Suzhou, and a renowned talent in the city, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Yet, for some unknown reason, this beauty fell into prostitution. Although thousands offered to redeem her, she politely refused them all, choosing to live alone in a brothel.

Only high-ranking officials and nobles could enter her room; ordinary people could hardly even see her. A single night with her was worth a thousand pieces of gold. She was surrounded by learned scholars, and no commoners were among her patrons.

In the hearts of Suzhou men, she was their dream lover. If these men knew that their goddess had been writhing beneath me last night, wouldn't I be doomed?

Jealousy often makes people lose their minds, forgetting the difference in power and acting recklessly, especially since many people lack reason altogether.

Strike first, or suffer the consequences—this is an age-old adage. I know what an old man is going to do just by looking at him fart. I quickly pulled a ribbon from my pocket and shoved it into the old man's hand, feigning surprise. "What? You actually stole Miss Bai's undergarments last night? And you even took this ribbon? She was bathing then? Fine, I admit defeat, you win." I

then walked away helplessly. I didn't finish my sentence, but everyone understood my meaning.

Sure enough, the crowd, who had initially kept their distance, gathered around, dozens of resentful glares directed at the old man. If looks could kill, how wonderful that would be! I wouldn't have to drag around a tail anymore, and I wouldn't have to endure the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes. The world would be peaceful!

Humph! This filthy, smelly old man dared to spy on Fairy Bai, and what's even more unbearable is that Fairy Bai was bathing at the time. Just imagining the beautiful scene of the fairy emerging from her bath made me lose my senses. Heavens, why wasn't it me? Why this old man who's about to be buried? The crowd, already agitated, could no longer contain their emotions.

So eggs, stones, radishes, and cabbages flew towards the old man without warning. Those who weren't satisfied rushed in, punching and kicking him. The ribbon was already torn to shreds by the crowd.

I felt a pang of heartache. Don't misunderstand! If the old man could be beaten again, I would wholeheartedly agree. Don't say I lack compassion, and don't say I'm abusing the elderly. Countless experiences have proven his bones are harder than stone; otherwise, he would have disappeared before my eyes long ago.

What pains me is that ribbon—it was the fruit of my labor! Did you know how hard I worked?

The old man lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, unmoved by the beating.

Someone sensed something was wrong, reached out and touched the old man's nose. It was over, it was over—no breath, even his body was cold. "

I didn't intend to kill you! How did you die?" "I have an eighty-year-old mother and a two-year-old child to care for. I can't go to jail!" The crowd thought this, and when they came to their senses, they scattered like birds. After all, no one can afford to offend someone who has committed murder.

I kicked the old man. "Get up, everyone's gone. Can't you come up with something new? I'm tired of your acting, even if you're not tired of it. I'm only giving you face today because I'm in a good mood."

The old man got up, wiping his saliva. "Those bastards, they really went all out."

Everyone thought there was a major murder, and there were hardly any people on the street anymore.

The old man seemed to suddenly remember something, and grabbed my hand. "Come on, I'll treat you to drinks today."

"I've really met a dog that won't eat shit! Old man, what's gotten into you today?"

This old man has been eating and drinking for free with me for three months, and now he's actually treating me? It's like the sun rose in the west. Maybe a dog won't eat shit once it's full, but this old man would never treat me just because he has more money.

The old man glared at me. "Do you even know what respect for elders and care for the young is?"

"Care for the young? How old is this little brother?"

I patted the old man's sheepskin hat.

"You!" The old man roared in anger, as if he could no longer bear it, and swung his pipe at me. I caught the pipe and patted the old man's back. "Getting angry is bad for your health, it'll shorten your lifespan, you know that, old man. Look at your age, you don't have many years left to live, why are you still so reckless? What's the point!"

The old man coughed up blood.

"Jiuzhonglou" was the most famous restaurant in Suzhou, and its "Drunken Eight Immortals" was renowned throughout the country and sold all over the world.

The interior was decorated in a simple and elegant style, with a pleasant fragrance; you could smell the aroma before you saw the wine.

"Old man, are you alright?"

The old man had already drunk two cups in a row. "Drunken Eight Immortals" could even make the Eight Immortals drunk, let alone an old man like him; a whole vat of it would be more than enough to make him drunk to death.

The old man chuckled, "What could possibly happen to an old man like me? Come, let's have a drink."

It would be troublesome for the old man to drink alone, so I didn't stand on ceremony.

The old man smiled bitterly, "Except for that time I got involved with you, it seems I've never been able to beat you. What bad luck! This is the first time; I used to be invincible."

I laughed loudly, "Old man, are you convinced now?"

"Can I not be convinced? In these past three months, which day haven't I been bullied by you? It seems there's no hope of revenge."

"Don't be discouraged, study hard, maybe one day you can catch up with me. Hahaha, who told you to frame me first?"

Thinking of how the old man had tormented me that time, I still felt angry.

Three months ago, in the outskirts of Jinling, on a clear and breezy night, it was the perfect time for a tryst.

I walked to a house, about to knock on the door, wanting to ask for lodging—don't think I'm here for a tryst!

Suddenly, a large group of people rushed out of the house, shouting to kill this lecherous thief! I looked around, where was the lecherous thief? How come I didn't see it? Just then, the group of people walked up to me and started hitting me on the head. What? The lecher they were shouting about was me? Do I look like a lecher, or does the word "lecher" have "lecher" written on my face? It seems they were prepared in advance, and they even have the ability to predict the future.

Many things are hard to explain. At this point, no matter what I said, they wouldn't believe me. In the end, I had no choice but to flee and spend the night in the mountains. Later

, I found out that it was this old man who was behind it all. It turned out that he had been following me all along, knowing that I had missed the market that day and had to ask for lodging. He ran ahead of me and spread the word in the village that a lecher would come that night, and that he would ask for lodging under the guise of it. He even described what I looked like.

When I arrived, the villagers saw me and, sure enough, I looked exactly like that villain. How could they not believe me? That's how that scene happened. Luckily, I discovered him, and from then on, I began my revenge.

"It's been three months already,"

the old man said wistfully. "Even if I wanted revenge, I'm afraid I won't have the chance anymore."

"Old man, you're leaving?"

I was slightly taken aback; I hadn't expected him to leave now.

"That's right. No matter what, I, this old man, still have a home. Although I don't need to worry about it, I still have to go back and visit, unlike you, young man, who's so carefree."

"Carefree? Maybe one day I'll be left to rot in the wilderness, becoming food for wild dogs, and no one will even know."

Sensing my sadness, the old man gave me an apologetic glance. "When you're free someday, come and stay with me for free. Anyway, I owe you three months' worth of debt."

"Don't play the good guy with me. Have you ever told me where you live? You can barely support your wife, how can you support me?"

The old man said calmly, "A gentleman's friendship is as light as water; why must we have known each other before? Why must we know everything?"

That's true. Sometimes knowing too much can make you feel constrained. It's better to let things take their course and be content with what comes your way.

The old man handed me a gold medal engraved with the name "Nangong."

The Nangong family was a powerful clan in Jinling, their ancestral home. How could they possibly be connected to this old man?

Suddenly, the name Nangong Xuan flashed through my mind.

Nangong Xuan, father of Nangong Hong, the current head of the Nangong family. It was said that this old man lived a carefree life, passing the torch to his son long ago, and then disappeared without a trace. Could it be him?

Seeing my puzzled expression, Nangong Xuan nodded. Over these past few days, we had developed a considerable understanding. Though we didn't speak, he already knew my question. I

had really misjudged him. This old man wasn't a beggar at all; he was a super-rich man. "You're so rich, how dare you exploit me?"

I said angrily.

Nangong Xuan laughed, "You little brat, your origins are unclear. If you don't eat, you're wasting your time, understand? Oh, I almost forgot, what's your name? Where do you live? Tell me the truth."

"No need to tell me where I live, I'll find you myself. Listen carefully, Young Master Feng Chuixue."

Nangong Xuan spat out the wine he had just drunk, cursing, "You really are no good."

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be one of us. These past three months, I'm afraid I'll find out about your bad habits, haven't you been suffering?" "

Not at all, compared to you, Young Master Feng, I'm nothing. You're doing well! A bright future, a bright future indeed!"

Nangong Xuan said with considerable emotion.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting. Nangong Xuan had long since disappeared, and a sense of loss rose in my heart.

Although I had only just met Nangong Xuan, we were more familiar than old friends of many years. These three months felt like a different life to me.

"August 15th is my 70th birthday. You brat, you absolutely must come, or don't blame me for skinning you alive."

These were Nangong Xuan's last words before he left.

Nangong Xuan, you old geezer, you haven't paid the bill yet! You treated me today!

I only realized this serious problem after he left.

Chapter Two: Chu Chu Yun Yan

A sudden clatter of hooves startled me awake. Looking out the window, I saw a dozen burly men galloping towards me under the blood-red setting sun. Judging from their arrogant demeanor, they were either bandits ruling the mountains or tyrants oppressing the villagers. In the capital, they were more likely tyrants.

Suddenly, the men stopped. They were chasing someone and had surrounded him. However, the shadows were so numerous that it was impossible to see who was being surrounded.

The man in front wore a silver brocade robe, his face pale, and his triangular eyes gleamed with lust. Another lecherous wretch. It seemed this kid would die on a woman's belly sooner or later.

The once bustling street was now deserted. Everyone kept their distance to avoid getting involved. Judging from their fearful expressions, these men had been wreaking havoc for some time, and the people dared not speak out.

The young man in brocade robes sat smugly on his horse, lewdly laughing, "Beauty, try to run? I'll see where you can run to, hahaha."

He was like a cat watching its mouse struggle for cover before catching it.

The strong always treat bullying the weak as a game.

Seeing that the other party didn't react for a long time, seemingly disdainful, he became enraged. From the city gate to here, he had been putting on a one-man show, and the other party had always been so cold, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"This wretch doesn't know what's good for her! Grab her and take her back. I want to see what her delicate skin will become after my eighteen kinds of 'torture'!" He finished with bursts of lewd laughter. One could imagine what fate awaited the beauty in his hands.

The crowd surged forward, each eager to impress their master. Capturing such a delicate beauty was a piece of cake; why let others take the credit and lose out?

Perhaps this was part of human nature's cruel side.

I wanted to intervene, but it was too late; she was too far away. I could only let the beauty suffer a little, I thought to myself.

The beauty was about to fall into the hands of these filthy bastards.

Like a sheep falling into the hands of wolves, everyone knew what the consequences would be.

But sometimes, if a tiger disguises itself as a sheep, or if some blind fool mistakes a tiger for a sheep and strikes it on the rump, then everyone knows what the consequences will be.

Although this situation is rare, today, someone just happened to be unlucky.

The servants had just rushed forward when they were sent flying back to where they started.

A tiger is a tiger after all; at most, it will reveal its true colors in a moment.

At this moment, I saw the beauty, and my eyes lit up.

The beauty wore a pale yellow dress, and her flawless face, more beautiful than snow, was without a single impeccable blemish. Her fair skin had a faint blush, and she was delicate and charming. Her delicate nose and red lips seemed to have been carefully sculpted, making her appear so perfect. Her cloud-like hair, adorned with a

jade hairpin, cascaded down her fragrant shoulders, and her willow-like hair swayed in the wind. The jet-black pearl on the jade hairpin shimmered against her dark hair, and the exquisite curves of her pale yellow dress accentuated her allure, making one want to loosen the sash at her waist and explore the endless mysteries hidden beneath.

Such a beauty should only exist in heaven; how often could one find such a thing on earth?

I was taken aback. "This beauty is even more stunning than Bai Qiushui. No wonder that guy was so lustful!" The man with

the triangular eyes paused, not expecting this beauty to possess such abilities. His eyes grew even colder as he coldly addressed the servants, "You're all useless idiots. You can't even handle this small matter. I've wasted my time feeding you. Get out of my way."

The man with the triangular eyes stared menacingly at the beauty, his once handsome face turning pale. Suddenly, his right fist shot out with lightning speed, aiming straight for the beauty's chest.

The beauty was instantly filled with shame and anger. She let out a delicate shout and slashed at the man with his long sword. The man

with the triangular eyes smiled sinisterly and kicked the beauty in the groin.

I was trembling with rage. Damn it, he always targets beautiful women! A lecher is a lecher, even in a fight he's not immune to his shameless tactics. I don't care about others, but not this one. I was about to take him down to prevent him from taking advantage of the beauty; otherwise, I'd be at a huge loss.

What? The beauty is at a loss, what does that have to do with me?

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've unilaterally declared my ownership of this beauty. So

, am I the one who's at a disadvantage? But all I heard was the triangular-eyed man's scream. He was lying on the ground, a leg beside him, but sadly, it wasn't his anymore.

The triangular-eyed man glared venomously at the beauty, "You bitch, you wait! The Murong family will never let you get away with this!"

Suzhou has always been Murong family territory; no wonder he's so arrogant.

"Murong Chou, don't think I don't know you. You're only using the Murong family's name because you're afraid I'll kill you,"

the beauty said coldly.

Murong Chou snorted.

Murong Chou was the only son of the Murong family, the only son of the current patriarch, Murong Yuan, and the next patriarch. The Murong family was incredibly powerful; I never expected their direct descendant to be so incompetent.

This guy is too weak; I really overestimated him, making me worry for nothing.

Then I thought, if his martial arts were a little better, and he could hold out a little longer, wouldn't I have a chance to be a hero and save the beauty?

No matter what, it's his fault, so I couldn't help but kick him hard.

The beauty and Murong Chou both looked at me blankly, wondering who had offended me.

"How dare you abduct a woman in broad daylight, openly defying the laws of our Great Tang! Come, let's go see the officials!"

Before I could finish speaking, the beauty looked at me with eyes that said, "Are you an idiot?" This made me swallow my next words. Oh no! If the beauty thought I was an idiot, then I was completely doomed.

Heavens, can anyone tell me why this is happening? What did I do wrong?

"What? She's a woman, and I'm a law-abiding citizen! Who kills a woman with a sword?"

Murong Chou jumped up first, but unfortunately, he forgot he was missing a leg and immediately fell to the ground.

"Suzhou is Murong family territory. What else are you but an idiot?"

the beauty said coldly. But

the beauty didn't say the more important thing: Since ancient times, grudges in the martial world have been settled within the martial world. Martial artists try to avoid getting involved with the government to avoid trouble. Who would willingly walk into the line of fire? After all, using martial arts to break the law is a major taboo for the government.

I never expected that such casually uttered insults would have so many flaws. The law and the world are incompatible; I stood there dumbfounded.

"Murong Chou, you have committed countless evils. Countless women in Suzhou have been ruined by you. I, this young lady, am acting on behalf of Heaven. What else do you have to say?" "

Acting on behalf of Heaven? Everyone can find countless excuses for their actions. If you want to kill, then kill. Why waste so much breath?"

At this moment, Murong Chou still possessed some backbone.

"You think I wouldn't dare? Afraid of the Murong family?"

The beauty turned to the servants and said, "Go back and tell Murong Yuan that I, Chu Yunyan, killed his son. I want to see what he can do to me!"

The beauty was clearly defiant. After all, angering the Murong family wouldn't benefit her. She simply wanted to teach Murong Chou a lesson, to stop his reckless behavior. Now that she had achieved her goal, losing a leg made everything inconvenient, let alone... well, you know. Unless the other party was willing, it would be a thankless task. But Murong Chou hadn't grasped her intentions, insisting on being a hero and leaving her embarrassed.

Watching the beauty's longsword slowly descend, and Murong Chou looking like he was going to his death, I knew it was my turn to step in.

I grasped the beauty's delicate hand, stopping her fall, and said, "Miss Chu, your anger should have subsided. This fellow has already been punished, and besides, he didn't deserve to die. Let bygones be bygones; why be so ruthless?"

I couldn't help but gently stroke her hand, playing with it; it was smooth as jade, soft and delicate.

Thinking she didn't want to kill Murong Chou now, I figured she wouldn't react. Sure enough, the beauty only glared at me fiercely.

After a while, I came to my senses. "Miss

, please spare him this time for my sake, okay?" Since I was going to let him go anyway, I might as well go all the way. Then I gave Murong Chou a sharp look, signaling him to run away quickly. The beauty gave me a huff, as if to say, "If anyone's going to let him go, it's me! Who cares about your face?

Even ants try to survive, let alone humans, especially someone like Murong Chou." He glanced at the beauty, and seeing that although she seemed unwilling, she didn't object, he quickly led his servants away in a dejected manner, giving me a grateful look as he left.

The beauty, seeing me still holding her hand with a smug expression, was furious. She pulled her hand away and slapped me across the face, gritting her teeth and saying, "I'll beat you to death, you damned lecher! You're even more hateful than Murong Chou!"

I snapped out of my daze, but had already been slapped squarely.

The beauty paused, lowered her head, and whispered, "Why didn't you dodge? I thought she was like a child who had done something wrong."

Looking at the beauty's shy appearance, I was somewhat surprised. Her behavior from beginning to end had made me think she was a cold, aloof beauty.

"If someone kept staring at you lecherously, would you still be happy?"

the beauty seemed to read my mind, saying unhappily.

I reached out and grabbed the beautiful woman's smooth, jade-like hand, laughing, "That's not necessarily true. If you were to look at me with such lustful eyes, hehe, would I be able to get angry?"

"If you dare do that again, I'll gouge out your dog eyes,"

the beautiful woman said fiercely.

"Fine, you can look at me with lustful eyes, but I won't look at you with lustful eyes, okay?"

I knew I couldn't let the beautiful woman get angry. Angry women are the most unreasonable creatures. Trying to reason with an angry woman is like talking to a brick wall. I quickly changed the subject, "Miss, you'd better not smile."

The beautiful woman indeed stopped pursuing the matter, and asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Don't you know?"

I pretended to be shocked.

"What? What did I do?"

the beautiful woman said, her face pale.

"Don't you know how beautiful you are when you smile! What if you mesmerize people to death?"

The beautiful woman sighed deeply, "You scared me to death. So, does that mean I'm not beautiful when I don't smile?"

With that, she smiled sweetly.

I was instantly captivated and hurriedly said, "My Yan'er is the most beautiful no matter what,"

while reaching out to embrace her slender waist.

But she seemed prepared, easily dodging me with a light jump, and slyly laughed, "I knew you weren't a good person either. You've been staring at me like that from the beginning, and now you want to do something bad? Humph!"

She then raised her little nose.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Of course I'm not a good person, I'm a good person, the best person for Yan'er."

Chapter Three: Reaping the Consequences

The Murong family of Suzhou, the Nangong family of Jinling, the Bai family of Yangzhou, and the Chu family of Hangzhou are collectively known as the Four Great Families of Jiangnan.

Although Yangzhou is north of the Yangtze River, its connection with Jiangnan is closer, hence the custom of including it in Jiangnan. This doesn't mean that these four families have the highest martial arts achievements in Jiangnan, but rather that they are considered the most prestigious in the region due to their historical background and commercial influence. Of course, their martial arts skills are also quite advanced; otherwise, their wealth would have been plundered long ago, and they wouldn't be considered the Four Great Families.

Unfortunately, you might have guessed correctly. Chu Yunyan is indeed from the Chu family of Hangzhou, and is the second most important person in the family. The current head of the family is her sister-in-law, Murong Xinru. She is also the only sister of Murong Yuan, the current head of the Murong family, and the aunt of Murong Chou, whose leg was cut off by Chu Yunyan. Otherwise, Chu Yunyan might have actually killed him.

So how did someone from the Murong family become the head of the Chu family? Doesn't the Murong family now control two major families? That's indeed the case. Actually, it's quite simple. Chu Yunyan lost both her parents at a young age and was raised by her elder brother. Five years ago, the twenty-year-old Murong Xinru married Chu Yunyan's brother, Chu Yunlong. However, two years later, the young and promising Chu Yunlong suddenly died without illness. At that time, Chu Yunyan was still young and unable to manage such a large family business. Therefore, Murong Xinru temporarily took over, under the supervision of the family elders. It was agreed that after Chu Yunyan got married, the position of head of the family would be handed over to her or her husband.

At that time, rumors circulated widely that Murong intended to annex the Chu family and deliberately married Murong Xinru into the Chu family to kill Chu Yunlong. Although it was just a rumor, it was still quite possible. Before the truth was clear, the Chu family dared not be careless, so they organized a council of elders to distribute the power of the family head and prevent any potential problems. Due to the estrangement between them, the relationship between the Chu family and Murong was not harmonious, but Murong Xinru did not do anything outrageous.

Chu Yunyan was already charming and beautiful, with a reputation for being very attractive. After this incident, she was pursued by countless men, all of whom were scions of noble families and heirs of prestigious clans. After all, such a combination of wealth and beauty was rare.

The unfortunate Murong Chou, although related to her, rarely interacted with her and therefore did not recognize her. He was blinded by her beauty and brought trouble upon himself.

She never showed any kindness to anyone. Anyone who made an excessive remark or acted would be severely punished by her, becoming the target of a group attack. One less person meant one less opponent, and it also won the favor of the beauty – a win-win situation. Moreover, kicking someone when they're down has been a common practice since ancient times, and this way, everyone thought they still had hope, leading to an increase in the number of protectors.

The next day, Chu Yunyan and I had just stepped out of the inn when we encountered Murong Chou. However, he was no longer arrogant; instead, he hung his head, as docile as a puppy, trembling behind a middle-aged man in blue, supported by a servant.

Chu Yunyan whispered in my ear, "That's Murong Qiang, the head steward of the Murong family, my sister-in-law's second brother."

I was slightly taken aback. Although I had heard of the complicated, ambiguous relationship between the Murong and Chu families, we had only known each other for a day, so I wasn't entirely clear on the details.

"Our relationship is incredibly awkward right now. Although I don't believe my sister-in-law would do such a thing, there's no smoke without fire. My brother died, and the biggest beneficiary was Murong, so it's understandable that he's the prime suspect. However, given Murong's character, he doesn't seem like he would do something like this. I really don't know what to do,"

Chu Yunyan said angrily.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, in the prime of her youth, should be enjoying the most carefree and romantic years, yet she carries the fate of an entire family on her shoulders, bearing the burden of the whole clan alone. One wrong step, and everything is lost. She struggles to move forward alone, and her closest person—her sister-in-law Murong Xinru—is neither friend nor foe. She needs to work for the Chu family, yet she must also be wary of being her enemy. I truly don't know how she's managed all these years. Who would imagine the bitterness behind her seemingly glamorous life!

Thinking of this, my heart ached. I gently took the beautiful woman's hand, and she turned back with a sweet smile.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Qiang had already met us.

Murong Qiang strode towards Chu Yunyan, scolding, "Little sister came to Suzhou without even letting us know! We could have prepared properly. Staying at an inn outside the city, really!"

Though it was a scolding, it revealed his concern and the affection an elder brother has for his younger sister. If one didn't know the truth, they would truly believe they were siblings.

If it was genuine affection, that would be fine; but if it was fake, then this guy's acting skills were simply too good, practically masterful.

"Second brother, what are you saying? We're all family, what's there to prepare? It's just that I met a friend yesterday, please don't misunderstand."

Murong Qiang then looked at me and asked Chu Yunyan, "And this is?"

"Feng Chuixue, I wonder if Second Brother has heard of those three names?"

Chu Yunyan teased, this girl really never misses an opportunity to make fun of me.

Murong Qiang was taken aback, then laughed, "Feng Chuixue? Good, good!"

Being introduced as a guest of Bai Qiushui, a famous courtesan in Suzhou, though a secret, how could it be hidden from him?

He then turned to Chu Yunyan and said, "I'm afraid it's more than just friendship, isn't it? Don't forget to invite your second brother to your wedding feast."

I quickly replied, "Don't worry, second brother, I'll definitely invite you first, but the timing is up to Yan'er."

I looked at Chu Yunyan smugly. No one would doubt my words; otherwise, given Miss Chu's bad habits, I would have already believed that word would soon spread that I was Chu Yunyan's future husband. Then, hehe, I wouldn't be afraid she'd run away. Just thinking about having such a beautiful wife makes my heart itch.

Hearing this, Chu Yunyan wanted to explain, but didn't know how to begin, and finally could only glare at me fiercely.

But to others, this looked more like flirting, or perhaps the young lady was just being shy.

Murong Qiang laughed, "Congratulations to my little sister on finding such a fine husband. You'll be blessed from now on." He

then gave me a suggestive look.

Chu Yunyan feigned disdain, saying, "Him? Besides charming girls, what else can he do? He might even seduce a few more girls."

She suddenly realized that saying this was tantamount to admitting I was her husband, and she glared at me angrily.

Women are like that; no matter whose fault it is, they'll take it out on the man.

At that moment, I thought, needless to say, that's for sure!

"I didn't expect my little sister to be so jealous, already worrying about the future. Brother Feng, you're in for a tough time."

I couldn't help but smile wryly. Chu Yunyan blushed deeply, her shy appearance making me want to immediately hold her in my arms and shower her with affection.

Suddenly, Murong Qiang said in a deep voice, "Little sister, I've brought this little beast here. You can do whatever you want with him." He

roared at Murong Chou, "Come here now!"

Murong Chou walked over tremblingly. Seeing that he needed help to walk, Chu Yunyan felt a pang of pity and regretted hitting him too hard yesterday. She apologized to Murong Qiang, "Second brother, it's all my fault. I accidentally hurt him like this. Please don't blame him anymore."

Murong Qiang knew, of course, that Chu Yunyan wouldn't do anything to Murong Chou. After all, the two families were related by marriage.

Murong Qiang sighed, "What a misfortune for our family! Your elder brother and I are always busy with housework and haven't had much time to deal with him. We only knew he wasn't focused on his training, but we never imagined he would do so many heinous things behind our backs, ruining the Murong family's century-old reputation and alienating the people. If it weren't for your sword strike yesterday, little sister, we would still be in the dark."

His sorrow was palpable.

Chu Yunyan said, "Second brother, don't blame yourself. What's done is done; we should try to make amends."

"That's right. I will send someone to handle this matter and give the people of Suzhou an explanation."

The next few days were spent at the Murong residence.

The Murong villa covered nearly a thousand acres, with pavilions, terraces, and green hills complementing each other, truly a unique courtyard. However, I had a strange feeling that entering a noble family's gate was like entering a deep, dark sea.

These past few days, Murong Qiang has taken meticulous care of us, but we haven't seen Murong Yuan at all. Since Murong Qiang hasn't said anything, we naturally haven't pressed him for details. Besides, this is quite normal. For years, Murong Qiang has been handling the affairs of the Murong family, shouldering the responsibilities of the family head, while Murong Yuan has rarely shown his face, appearing rather mysterious.

Murong Qiang, as the acting family head, has been quite successful. Everyone says that the Murong family of Gusu is bold and forthright, a rare and outstanding hero.

Therefore, many people have spoken out in defense of Murong regarding the matter between the Murong and Chu families, but what's most strange is that the Murong family has remained silent on the matter.

The family is harmonious and happy, at least on the surface.

A few days later, after leaving the Murong family, I immediately felt a sense of relief. In the Murong family, I always felt an invisible and intangible pressure that almost suffocated me; now, I finally felt a great weight lifted off my shoulders.

Aside from going to Nangong Xuan's place on the Mid-Autumn Festival, I don't have much else to do right now, and that's still two months away. So, I decided to go to Hangzhou with Chu Yunyan first, and then head north to Jinling.

Besides, Murong Yuan is mysterious and unpredictable, and Murong Qiang is forthright and generous; I'm also very curious to see what kind of woman Murong Xinru will be.

The news that I'm Chu Yunyan's fiancé has really spread. Along the way, we've encountered a lot of trouble, all from Yunyan's followers. We can't show weakness to these people, but we also can't really hurt them—it's really annoying. It seems Yunyan is quite

popular. My happiness didn't last long before I plummeted from the clouds to the mire; the joy of having a beautiful companion had long since vanished.

I don't know when women started to like shopping, and I don't know when this will end. I only know that right now—I'm so tired, so tired!

My clothes are almost full, but the beautiful woman in front of me is still enthusiastic, as if she wants to buy everything.

Watching the obese shopkeeper bowing and scraping as he introduced her to this pearl and that jade, seemingly eager for her to buy everything at once, I felt a surge of anger. I glared at him with a murderous look, and he shuddered, glancing cautiously around before finally seeing my狰狞恐怖 (zhengning kongbu - ferocious and terrifying) face. Reluctantly, he shut his mouth; after all, his life was more important.

"My dear young lady, do you even know the meaning of 'cherishing a beautiful woman'? I'm your future husband. If I

exhaust myself, you'll be the one who suffers." I pleaded, trying to elicit a sliver of impossible sympathy.

Chu Yunyan looked extremely aggrieved. "Didn't you say you'd always do what Yan'er wanted, that you loved Yan'er the most? Now, are you starting to hate Yan'er?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Although I knew this was a ploy, I had no choice but to give up the struggle again.

During the day, I drove the carriage under the scorching sun.

The carriage sped by, leaving only a long trail of water in its wake. Never before had one truly understood

the meaning of "Farmers toil under the midday sun, sweat drips onto the soil. Who knows the hardship behind every grain of rice in the bowl?"

At this moment, Chu Yunyan sat leisurely in the spacious, bright, cool, and comfortable carriage, humming an unknown tune, idly admiring the scenery outside, a devilish smile on her pretty face.

At night, hearing the rushing water, it was clear that a beauty was bathing.

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

Watch out! Alas, who told you to turn around? Before I could even warn you of the flying knife, the beautiful scene of the bathing beauty could only remain a fantasy!

Chapter Four: A Nightmare Under the Moon

Taihu Lake, long-admired but never seen, was finally fulfilled tonight!

At this moment, Taihu Lake was calm and still, without a ripple, its clear surface like a vast expanse of jade.

A small boat floated leisurely on the lake.

The moonlight, bright and clear, silently cast its gentle glow upon the earth. The lake shimmered, the Milky Way reflecting on the water, creating a crystal-clear, dazzling spectacle.

I sat leisurely in the boat, savoring the ethereal beauty of the moonlit night, letting the small boat drift with the wind. The

bright, round moon always gave me warmth and familiarity, as if we had once been inseparable, bound together, our complex emotions intertwined, indistinguishable between bitter and sweet.

In a daze, a blurry figure appeared in the hazy moonlight, but no matter how hard I tried, she was like the moon itself; all I could see was her back.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Yunyan came to my side and asked with concern.

A fragrant breeze cleared my mind. Looking at the beautiful woman, I couldn't help but smile, "With my Yunyan by my side, how could I not feel well?"

I then took her delicate hand.

Surprisingly, she didn't flinch. "I've been feeling something's off with you tonight, all that sadness and joy. Tell Yan'er, okay? Maybe I can help you."

"It's nothing, I just remembered some things I'd forgotten," I said casually.

Although she knew I wasn't telling the truth, she didn't press me further, simply resting her head gently on my shoulder.

I couldn't help but feel pleased by her understanding, despite her occasional cunning.

I reached out and wrapped my arm around her slender waist, inhaling her delicate fragrance, and felt a sense of elation.

In this moment, I unconsciously recited: "When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in hand, I ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace? I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade towers and crystal palaces are too cold at such heights. I dance with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the human world? The moon turns through the red pavilion, shines low through the painted windows, illuminating my sleepless night. There should be no resentment, yet why is it always full when we are apart? People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, just as the moon has its phases of waxing and waning. Such things are rarely perfect, but I only wish that we may all live long and share the beauty of the moon."

After reciting, I sighed.

That blurry figure reappeared in my mind, seemingly Chang'e in the Moon Palace, gracefully dancing, her movements so gentle and beautiful.

I couldn't help but feel a little longing, but upon closer thought, my head throbbed with pain.

"Tell me quickly, are you thinking about some lover? 'Sharing the same moon' all this time, why not just keep her with you?"

She suddenly snapped out of it, gently pounding my chest with her hand.

"Oh! What? I only have Yan'er, I don't have a lover! Besides, with a beauty like you by my side, how could I possibly think of anyone else?"

"That's true."

She said shamelessly, quite proud of her looks.

Looking at her charmingly naive face, my heart fluttered. I pulled her into my arms, lowered my head, and kissed her red, cherry-like lips, savoring their alluring fragrance.

Chu Yunyan twisted her body, trying to push me away, but she was powerless against my strength and soon fell silent.

Her half-hearted, half-resisting movements only fueled my primal desires. I freed one hand and pressed it down on her buttocks, gently caressing her smooth, full hips. Even through her silk skirt, I could clearly feel her smoothness.

Chu Yunyan's starry eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed, making her appear even more alluring. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, making her even more irresistible. Beads of sweat had already seeped from her delicate nose.

Suddenly, Chu Yunyan grabbed me tightly, leaped into the air, and jumped towards the shore. A sharp whistling sound pierced the silent night. With

a "whoosh," our spot was struck by a tree branch, sending splinters flying and the small boat teetering precariously.

On the shore, before Yang Lin, stood a young man dressed in white. His cold, stern face suggested he had endured much hardship. Though still young, he bore the marks of time, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion, like those of a lifeless object.

"The Wild Goose in the Clouds, truly living up to her name, beautiful and talented. But a pity, a pity."

He shook his head, a faint smile appearing on his deathly face, making him even more terrifying.

Perhaps he didn't want to harm this lovely girl, yet he had no choice but to destroy her himself. Everyone has their own helplessness; such is life.

"Is that so?"

Chu Yunyan smiled faintly, stepping aside to shield me.

The man in white also smiled, composed, natural, and confident, every gesture displaying the demeanor of a master.

I had never seen a man's smile so infectious.

The sword rose, like a gentle breeze, carrying a chill that pierced to the bone.

It was a ghost from hell, elusive and unpredictable, forming a graceful arc, yet its trajectory was impossible to fathom.

Chu Yunyan's sword was a straight line, direct, swift, and incredibly fast, striking first despite being the one who attacked later.

The two swords clashed with a crisp sound, like two shooting stars meeting by chance, flashing past in an instant.

The man in white raised his longsword high, letting out a loud shout. The blade instantly became luminous, like white ice and jade, creating a whirlwind as it swept down from above with the force of a thunderbolt.

Chu Yunyan felt her breath catch in her throat. Concentrating her mind, she was about to raise her sword to meet the attack when a sharp whistle behind her shattered her composure. Turning around, she saw another man in white's sword only a grain of rice's width from my forehead.

Chu Yunyan felt as if that sword had pierced her heart. Her heart contracted sharply, a glint of light flashed in her eyes, and she abruptly turned, her longsword shooting towards the person in front of her like a shooting star chasing the moon. To save my life, she disregarded her own safety. She

cast one last, deep glance at me, her desperate eyes tearing my heart apart, as if my soul had been ripped out.

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me with endless longing, a mixture of relief and sorrow, and regret—regret for not speaking her heart. Now, there was no chance. Did he know? She gently closed her eyes. If only heaven could give her a little more time, even just a minute.

Amidst the wind and sand, a sword flew like a rainbow. The man fell to the ground just before he could touch me, while at the same time, another white-clad man's sword reached her chest.

She felt a lightness in her body, as if she had floated far, far away, yet there was no pain.

Death, so this is what it's like. It's not so terrible. It's just that she could never see him again. Thinking of him filled her heart with bitterness, but then, thinking of everything they had gone through these past few days, she couldn't help but smile.

"Yan'er, Yan'er."

Hearing that familiar voice, a warmth rose from her stiff body.

Was this heaven? The angel's voice was so gentle, just like his. Thinking of him, the tears that had stopped flowed again. "Angel, if you could let me live just one more moment, even if it meant going to hell, I would be willing. Because I still have the most important thing to do, I haven't had the chance to say that I truly love him."

She prayed silently. Between life and death, she understood many things, finally certain that her wandering heart had found its harbor; he had unknowingly captured her heart.

"Yan'er, it's me. Open your eyes and look."

Chu Yunyan shook her head, opening her blurry eyes. She saw a faint figure, blurry yet so real to her—the person she cared for with her life, the one she nestled in his arms.

Confirming she wasn't dead, she hugged me tightly, as if afraid I would disappear, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Do you know? Yan'er wasn't afraid of death before, but now she is. I'm afraid that if I die, I'll never see you again, never hit you again, never scold you again."

She sobbed softly, tears soaking my clothes. Having faced death, she finally let go of her pride, lowered her head, and spoke the words hidden deepest in her heart.

Hearing her heart-wrenching words, my nose tingled, my eyes blurred, and I couldn't tell if my heart was filled with happiness or sorrow.

Wiping away her tears, I lovingly lifted her chin, gazing into her moist eyes, and said emotionally, "My Yan'er is the most precious gift Heaven has given me. I wouldn't trade her even for the emperor's empire. How could I bear to let you leave?"

She turned and looked around, noticing the two men in white were gone. "Where did they go?"

"Of course, your husband chased them away."

Gone? Perhaps only a ghost would know.

Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. To my enemies, I can only say sorry: you've chosen the wrong side.

She smiled sheepishly, not even knowing what she had been thinking or what had happened afterward. "It's all your fault! You know martial arts, why didn't you say so? You made me so worried."

I smiled wryly, "My wife didn't ask either. If I volunteered to tell you, you'd say I was showing off."

Chu Yunyan couldn't help but laugh. She always caused him trouble, couldn't stand his smug look. Thinking about it, she looked at me worriedly.

"Yan'er, what are you thinking about?"

"When I treated you like that before, when I was 'bullying' him, I always felt a little pleasure. Seeing him embarrassed made me happy. What's wrong with me?" She asked herself this question more than once, but without an answer.

"Baby, actually, you just don't know it yourself. When you 'tortured' me, I knew you liked me. It's just that you've always been aloof and couldn't find other ways to express it, so you kept tormenting me, hoping to get my attention. Otherwise, your husband would have left long ago. Why wait until now?" "I'm not a masochist, but I really liked you back then, because that was the real you."

Chu Yunyan thought about it and realized it was true. She said angrily, "Since you knew, why didn't you tell me sooner? You always acted like you didn't care about anything, making me suffer so much."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I was waiting for you to come to me, haha."

"Can you put it nicer? It's like I'm shameless."

Chu Yunyan said coquettishly.

"Who said my Yan'er is shameless? Who? Where? I'll kill him!"

Chu Yunyan finally couldn't help but laugh and forgot to hold me accountable.

Chapter 5 Flowers in Full Bloom

The two bastards completely ruined our night cruise on Taihu Lake. Chu Yunyan and I returned to our lodgings early. Although it was a bit disappointing, I didn't feel regret. That's how our long battle ended.

"Since you know martial arts, why didn't you dodge? You made me worry for nothing and almost cost me my life." "

Chu Yunyan scolded playfully.

I couldn't help but smile wryly, since she had only seen the second half. "My dear Yunyan, he was going to ambush you. He was only one step away, so I had to intervene. You just happened to see the back part, and when you suddenly bumped into me, you almost scared me to death."

So that's how it is. The person before was at most about the same size as me. No wonder he was so confident. But it seems they underestimated one person. She understood her doubts and felt relieved.

"Then who wants to kill me? I don't seem to have any enemies." Suddenly, a thought struck her. "Could it be Murong?"

Chu Yunyan thought quietly, her eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing her furrowed brows, I felt a pang of heartache. "Whoever it is, this proves at least two things."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression, waiting for me to continue.

I walked behind her and put my arm around her slender waist, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair. "First, of course, someone wants to harm Yunyan."

Chu Yunyan scoffed, giving me a sidelong glance as if to say, "Nonsense." Her alluring charm sent a chill down my spine. I swallowed hard, kissed her temple, and let my hands roam over her slender waist. She

let out a soft moan, then slapped my hand, scolding, "You're not finished yet?"

I composed myself and continued, "Are you suspecting Murong? Right?"

Chu Yunyan nodded.

I sighed slightly, "This shouldn't be Murong. Murong can't control your family yet. You still have two elders. If anything happens to you, Murong will be the first suspect. They definitely won't let it go easily. That would be a loss for Murong. With Murong's cunning, he can't be blind to that, can he?" After speaking

, I glanced at her.

She nodded slightly, remaining silent, lost in thought.

At this moment, she possessed a charm entirely different from her usual spoiled self, making her even more captivating.

The bright moonlight shone through the window onto her pretty face, enhancing her crystalline, jade-like appearance, adding to her elegance, ethereal beauty, and mystery.

I was intoxicated, embracing her slender waist, caressing her dark, lustrous hair, and gently nibbling her delicate earlobes, lost in her musky, orchid-like fragrance.

After a long while, I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes. My gaze inadvertently lingered on her jade-like neck, where I saw a breathtaking sight.

From her slightly open neckline, I could see half of her bare breasts, snow-white… Bright and translucent, her jade-like breasts, barely concealed by the tight-fitting silk undergarment with its floral and bird patterns, revealed a deep cleavage that appeared even more alluring against the backdrop of the beige undergarment.

My eyes blazed with desire as I gazed upon this irresistible temptation, and I couldn't resist reaching my hand to her bodice. Through the fabric, I caressed her small yet proudly erect breasts, a smooth, soft sensation filling my entire body. I hadn't expected Yan'er, so petite, to possess such rounded and delightful breasts.

She trembled, snapping back to reality, and gasped, desperately trying to hold down my wicked hand. Her pretty face burned like fire, her fair skin flushed with a rosy hue, making her even more alluring and captivating.

My large hand grasped her firm yet supple nipples, gently pinching and kneading her rosy cherries.

"Ah," she couldn't help but moan softly, feeling as if an electric current was coursing through her body. She slumped into my arms, her hands gripping me weakening, and she breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling breathlessly. With

a gentle flick of my fingers, I peeled off her outer garment, finally freeing her shapely breasts from their restraints. They were displayed before me without reservation, her snow-white peaks smooth and lustrous like jade, their nipples trembling in the air, utterly captivating.

My blood surged instantly, and I thrust my erect penis powerfully into her... I rubbed her plump, rounded buttocks, kissed her fair, snow-white neck passionately, and forcefully kneaded her swollen breasts with both hands, causing them to deform under my pressure.

Chu Yunyan felt her body no longer obey her own commands, as if it were no longer her own, her soul had wandered outside her body, standing on the edge of nothingness, wanting to stop me from continuing my evil deeds, but she couldn't even lift a finger.

After a while, a blush rose on her fair skin, and she gasped repeatedly, her throat emitting a dry sound, "No, no, good husband, spare Yan'er, Yan'er, Yan'er is in so much pain."

I held her clitoris in my mouth and said indistinctly, "My dear Yan'er, you'll want more and more later. Now, your husband will make you a real woman, the happiest woman, your husband's darling." I turned her

around, my long tongue plunging into her pearly teeth, recklessly savoring her saliva, which tasted like fine wine. I pressed my body against her sensitive areas, feeling her breasts as soft as cotton, making me feel as if I were floating on air.

At this moment, Chu Yunyan's hair was loose, and her hands, which had been pushing against me, were now tightly wrapped around my back. Her fragrant tongue chased after mine, passionately responding to my plunder, her alluring eyes flushed with desire.

I pulled her down onto the couch, our clothes fluttering, our jade-like bodies lying prone. Her rosy cheeks and beautiful eyes, like autumn water, made me lose control. I caressed her alabaster skin inch by inch, listening to the ethereal moans emanating from her lips. I could no longer contain my lust and pounced on her flawless body.

Chu Yunyan closed her beautiful eyes, her delicate body arching slightly back to allow for a more complete contact with me. Her burning body writhed incessantly, large beads of sweat sliding down her skin as she breathed heavily, letting out unbearable moans. Her hands clung tightly to my body, as if afraid I would suddenly disappear.

I extended my tongue, licking her flawless, firm breasts, finally taking the nipple into my mouth, while my erection lingered between the mounds.

Suddenly, Chu Yunyan screamed, her body stiffening and twitching a few times. She tightened her grip on me, and it took her a while to catch her breath. I reached down and touched her lower body; the soft, pubic hair on her inner thighs was overflowing with thick fluid, soaking her smooth, jade-like thighs and the white sheets.

Her eyes were somewhat confused, as if she were on the verge of collapse, murmuring softly, "Husband, Yunyan, Yunyan feels so uncomfortable."

Her alluring eyes were hazy, glistening with moisture, as she writhed, seemingly trying to escape, yet also seemingly yielding.

Unable to endure the torment any longer, I straightened up and slowly thrust into her, beginning to cultivate this virgin territory.

In the vibrant spring air, a symphony of love filled the room.

The beauty slept soundly, tears still visible on her delicate face, yet filled with the satisfaction and tranquility after a storm, radiating a captivating glow.

She still clung tightly to my back, her face resting on my strong arm, a blissful smile on her lips, sleeping so peacefully, so sweetly.

Gazing at the sleeping beauty before me, a powerful warmth welled up within me. From this day forward, I was no longer alone, no longer a wandering vagabond, for she was there.

At that moment, a word came to mind—home, a word both familiar and strange, the place that had once haunted my dreams.

I couldn't help but gently kiss away the tears on her cheek, pouring all my affection into this deep kiss, without a trace of lust.

Chu Yunyan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but her eyes remained tightly closed. I knew she was awake, and I whispered, "Yan'er, Yan'er."

My large hand unconsciously pressed against her full, firm breasts again.

She took a breath, her pretty face relaxing, and looked at me quietly, her eyes full of tenderness.

At that moment, I finally understood the feeling of "a hundred-times-forged steel turning into silken silk."

I gently stroked her jade-like breasts, "Tell your husband, are you happy?"

Chu Yunyan softly murmured, slightly turning her body and resting her head against my chest. Two blushes rose on her pretty face, her expression a mixture of joy and shyness that made me swoon. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, my large hands roaming and exploring her entire body, the smooth, delicate sensation spreading throughout my body, intoxicating my soul.

Chu Yunyan frowned slightly, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes, and pleaded, "No, don't do this, Yan'er is still in pain."

Damn it! I cursed inwardly, how could I forget she had just lost her virginity? Lifting the quilt, I saw her beautiful legs, indeed, a patch of pubic hair, slightly swollen and damp, glistening like dew.

I stopped what I was doing, holding her tightly, stroking her smooth, pink back.

Chu Yunyan closed her eyes, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Seeing her slightly haggard appearance, I felt a pang of heartache. Remembering my roughness, I felt ashamed. Holding her delicate body, I said tenderly, "It's all my fault, I hurt Yunyan."

I gently kissed her delicate forehead.

She felt my boundless affection, her heart filled with sweetness. A satisfied smile appeared on her beautiful face. She nodded, then quickly shook her head.

"Silly Yunyan."

A strange feeling of emotion welled up inside me. She was actually a very easily satisfied girl; all she needed was for me to be good to her. Perhaps, from now on, I would be her everything.

In that instant, I finally understood what it meant to be moved.

Life is full of moving moments, but few people notice them.

Touching moments are hidden in the ordinary routines of life. Who says that ordinariness itself isn't a form of touching emotion?

Sometimes a single word, a glance, a smile, or even a gesture can evoke emotion.

A dramatic, passionate experience might be touching, but how long does that last? It's just a fleeting surge of emotion, soon to vanish like smoke.

But ordinariness is eternal; the emotions found in ordinariness are the truest. Seize the present, cherish today, and find joy within yourself.

Yet, how easy is it to achieve ordinariness? Where in this vast world is there true peace?

Chapter Six: Flower and Moon's Lament

Early morning, a gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of dew and flowers, caressed my face, refreshing my spirit. Soft sunlight streamed through the window, adding a touch of warmth. The

warm, fragrant beauty in my arms had fallen into a deep sleep, her pretty face showing a hint of weariness. Her

peaceful sleeping posture was exceptionally alluring, her delicate expression inspiring an urge to protect and cherish her.

Suddenly, a knock on the door shattered this idyllic and romantic moment.

Damn it, who's so inconsiderate to interrupt my enjoyment at this time? I was furious and impatiently asked, "Who is it?"

"Young master, I'm sorry to bother you, but an old gentleman came looking for you early this morning and has been waiting for most of the day,"

the waiter replied respectfully from outside the door.

I was taken aback. Someone was looking for me? Who would bother me for no reason? Could it be Nangong Xuan? Weren't we already arranged to meet? Why did he turn back again? I was startled, guessing that something big must have happened, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry. Thinking of this, I became even angrier. "Then why didn't you come and call me sooner?"

"That gentleman didn't want to disturb your peaceful sleep, but I saw that he had an extraordinary bearing and was afraid that you would neglect your guests, so I came here. The waiter is quite clever.

" Extraordinary bearing? With Nangong Xuan's wretched appearance in front of me, he? Extraordinary bearing? I couldn't help but find it a little funny. However, this old guy seems to have learned his lesson quite a bit. Those days really weren't wasted. I couldn't help but feel a little proud.

After this disturbance, Chu Yunyan had already opened her bright and beautiful eyes.

After last night, she seemed to have changed a lot. She was less spoiled and more gentle. It would be good to take her to meet Nangong Xuan. Maybe the Nangong Chu family would need to take care of each other in the future. As soon as

Chu Yunyan and I reached the door of the visiting guests, we heard a hearty laugh. "Is that Brother Feng and Miss Chu?"

A figure in blue appeared at the doorway. A

young man of about thirty, handsome and dashing, with an extraordinary bearing, he wore a smile that made him seem approachable, yet couldn't conceal the noble air about him. His simple blue robe added to his refined and otherworldly air, and the scholar's cap gave him an air of scholarly elegance. His sharp eyebrows and bright eyes also revealed a heroic spirit.

Although this was our first meeting, my intuition told me he was a trustworthy friend.

"Brother, if you don't mind, just call me 'Big Brother',"

he said, as if we were old friends .

"In that case, I'll be honored."

"Alright, brother, you're so quick-witted!" Just then, a soft, melodious voice came from inside, slightly reproachful, "How can you be like this, blocking someone at the door? Don't you find it rude?"

He then realized his mistake, lightly slapped his forehead, and laughed, "Look how confused I was! It was extremely rude of me. Brother and Miss, please come in first."

Then, turning to Chu Yunyan, he said, "You should call me sister-in-law, right?"

Chu Yunyan didn't deny it, but shyly lowered her head, her pretty face flushed red to her ears, a sight that was utterly captivating.

Stepping into the room, my expression changed instantly. My eyes saw nothing but her; it was as if a deep chord had been touched within me, my head throbbing with pain, the glimmer of hope that had just appeared vanished in an instant.

Her eyebrows were like spring mountains, her eyes like autumn water, clear and bright, her skin like ice and jade, translucent and radiant, her beauty subtle and understated, her brilliance dazzling, like a pure and flawless pearl. Her movements were calm and composed, her demeanor reserved, yet every gesture exuded a noble and unparalleled elegance. Her beautiful and refined face could express joy or anger, her smooth skin white and rosy. Most unforgettable were her captivating eyes, clear and bright yet veiled with a layer of mist, which made one's heart tremble.

She wore a dark yellow silk dress, her cloud-like hair styled in a high coiled bun, adorned with a jade phoenix hairpin and yellow jade earrings. A captivating fragrance emanated from her, filling the entire room. Her

exquisitely beautiful face, delicately sculpted features, snow-white neck, chiseled shoulders, slightly full breasts, slender waist, and long legs created a perfect silhouette. Her delicate

, jade-like fingers hung naturally. Her

noble and elegant demeanor was unparalleled, her breathtaking beauty ethereal and otherworldly. Her misty eyes seemed to appear and disappear, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, impossible to fully comprehend, always elusive and unfathomable.

I didn't know what kind of beauty this was; I only knew that from that moment on, every detail of her, every smile, was forever etched in my heart, never to be forgotten even after countless lifetimes.

Yes, her beauty was enough to shock anyone, but what shocked me wasn't her beauty, but rather that familiar feeling, a sense of déjà vu. Looking at the coiled dragon hairstyle on her head, I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

"Is this your sister-in-law?"

He paused slightly, looked at the beautiful woman, coughed twice, and nodded helplessly.

My heart ached, as if I had lost something I cherished most over the years, perhaps the shattering of a dream.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

He patted my shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Nothing, nothing,"

I quickly covered it up.

I was shocked. In recent years, I thought I had seen all sorts of people, and that few things could affect my emotions anymore. I never expected to be so flustered in front of her. Was she truly my nemesis?

The man in blue sighed and shook his head. Was this fate? The atmosphere was too awkward; even he felt uncomfortable. It seemed best to leave as soon as possible; who knew what might happen if he lingered.

“Brother, according to my information, Hangzhou has been quite turbulent lately. You should hurry back and be careful, lest you be caught off guard.”

I was startled, a sense of foreboding rising in my heart. Yan’er’s expression also changed drastically.

He hesitated, but the beautiful woman, while manicuring her nails, casually said, “Don’t meddle. Who has Master Feng ever been afraid of in his life?”

He was speechless. He really didn’t know who was so eager to tip him off. Now, it was his fault. It’s so hard to be a good person!

I was confused. What was going on? “Sister-in-law, I haven’t offended you, have I?”

She gave me a cold look and said, “Mind your own business. I wasn’t talking to you. Don’t interrupt. You’re no one to me.”

Chu Yunyan, who had been silent behind me, also glared at me fiercely, making my scalp tingle.

Seeing the increasingly awkward atmosphere, the man in blue felt deeply helpless. He knew he was in trouble with these two. "Brother," he said, "it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. You should be careful. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave."

His voice drifted from afar: "Big Brother Long Aoyun, that Hua Nianxi, if you have any trouble, come find us at Dongting Lake! Ah!"

Then came a scream.

Chapter Seven: The Massacre of

the Family Facing the ruins before him, he couldn't imagine that this was the once-famous Chu family. The black ash and red soil showed the calamity that had befallen them. A fire had reduced this most beautiful villa in Hangzhou to ashes, and a massacre had nearly wiped out the Chu family.

Chu Yunyan stood there blankly, her eyes unfocused as she watched everything unfold. This was her home, her once carefree home, where she had a strict yet kind father, a loving yet dignified mother, and a gentle and kind brother. But how long ago was it that they all left her, leaving her all alone? This was the only place she could remember them, the only memory they left her. But now, even that last memory was shattered. Her beautiful face softened, and she smiled, a soft smile, as two crystal tears slid down her cheeks. In the setting

sun, on the red and black earth, a beautiful figure was stretched long, very long. Her pale yellow apricot dress fluttered gently in the evening breeze, her frail body seeming as if it might be carried away by the wind at any moment. Two strings of tears hung on her beautiful face, reflecting the twilight sun and turning a faint red. The smile on her pale face looked so poignant, so helpless, so heartbroken, so desperate.

Gazing at her sorrowful figure, I felt a pang of heartache. I had sworn that your smile would be my greatest wish in this life, but now, what have I done? What can I do? I can share your joy, I can share your pain, but where has your smile gone? Yes, you are smiling now, but that's not what I want. Though it's beautiful, so beautiful, I never want to see it on your face again, never!

I gently pulled her into my arms, whispering tenderly in her ear, "Be good, cry if you want to, cry out loud, don't hold it in. Your husband is right here, I've got you covered." I gently

stroked her back.

Chu Yunyan silently leaned against me, without uttering a sound, but I could clearly feel her tears soaking my clothes. "Don't worry, I've got you covered. Whoever it is, I'll make them pay a heavy price. Then we'll rebuild this most beautiful manor together, okay?"

After a long while, she finally couldn't hold back her sobs. I sighed deeply, it's good that she cried.

I helped her to a clean place to sit down, and then resumed my inspection, only to be met with further disappointment.

The Chu family was a renowned clan in the martial arts world. It was said that the Chu family emerged at the very beginning of this dynasty; before that, there had never been a family with the surname Chu in the martial arts world. The Chu family's appearance was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, and they had a history of over a hundred years, spanning four generations. It was unimaginable that such a deeply rooted and powerful family could be wiped out overnight. Whoever wanted to destroy such a force, especially so cleanly and efficiently, must have had a meticulous plan and mobilized a large number of elite fighters.

After venting her frustrations, Chu Yunyan finally calmed down.

Three days ago, news of the Chu family's annihilation spread like wildfire throughout the country. Upon hearing this news, we rushed back to Hangzhou without stopping. What should have been a journey of more than ten days was completed in just three days. However, when we arrived today, all we saw were the ruins of the Chu Family Manor, and our last glimmer of hope vanished.

The long journey, day and night, and more importantly, the mental anguish, caused Yan'er to lose a lot of weight in just a few days. Her haggard figure broke my heart, but I was powerless to do anything but comfort her.

As dusk settled and night approached, back at the inn, I ordered only two bowls of white fungus and lotus seed soup. I knew she couldn't eat anything right now, but food still needed to be eaten. I handed her one bowl, "Yan'er, you haven't eaten all day. Have some porridge, or your husband will be heartbroken."

Yan'er smiled weakly and began to drink the porridge herself. I knew she couldn't eat it, but she forced herself to so I wouldn't worry.

Yan'er, don't worry! Your husband will never let you suffer any more grievances.

Only then did I begin to observe the people around me. Diagonally opposite me were two middle-aged men. One was tall and thin, his gaunt face covered with a layer of frost, his eyes sharp as lightning, coldly staring at the doorway, his left hand holding a long bag, which was likely his weapon. The other was of medium build, his slightly plump face bearing a businessman's smile, and beside him lay an iron abacus.

When I turned my gaze to another person, I was taken aback. I never imagined there could be such a handsome figure in the world! His fair face was handsome yet gentle, with willow-leaf eyebrows and a pair of clear eyes that complemented each other. Even the brightest crescent moon and the most dazzling stars in the night sky paled in comparison. His slender figure was draped in a white robe, revealing his elegant demeanor. His right hand, with its jade-like fingers, gently tapped the table. A faint smile graced his flawless, handsome face, making him appear relaxed and at ease, yet giving off an illusion of aloofness. His innate temperament was no less than that of Long Aoyun. I believe that, apart from the peerless young master who swept the martial arts world, there is no one else to think of.

Long Aoyun, the dashing young master; Yan Wushuang, the peerless young master; Wang Ziyou, the dissolute young master; and Bai Shaoqiu, the amorous young master, were collectively known as the Four Young Masters of the Martial World. Not only were they handsome and dashing, surpassing even Pan An in looks, but they were also scions of noble families, descendants of prestigious clans, and top masters among the younger generation. They had captivated the hearts of countless noble ladies and sheltered young women, incurring countless romantic entanglements.

Chapter Eight: The Fading of Beauty

"Knock knock knock," Yan Wushuang lightly tapped the table, her leisurely demeanor and indescribable carefree air making her stand out in the bustling restaurant.

The crisp sound maintained a steady rhythm, and upon closer listening, one could discern a striking similarity to a human heartbeat.

"Puff puff puff," a series of light footsteps approached from afar, seemingly echoing Yan Wushuang's rhythm, creating a harmonious blend. A black bodysuit accentuated his strong, muscular physique, and long, jet-black hair was tied back over his shoulders. A slightly wicked smile played on his handsome face, creating a unique charm, like a burning flame.

Instantly, the once noisy inn fell silent. Everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to him. Several young girls, their faces glowing with happiness, walked gracefully towards him, like welcoming a long-awaited lover, displaying boundless affection.

"Bang!" Yan Wushuang lightly tapped the table, breaking the eerie silence. The small sound struck everyone like a thunderbolt, leaving them drenched in sweat afterward. The young girls were filled with shame and indignation.

A wicked smile appeared on Lang Qing's handsome face. "I was just playing around, why are you so angry, Brother Yan?"

"Brother Lang's casual play almost ruined the young lady's reputation. What if you really wanted to play around?"

Yan Wushuang picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, and a mist immediately formed on the surface of the water. "In my opinion, Brother Lang would be more suited to change his name. 'Promiscuous Love,' what do you think of that name, Brother Lang?"

"Whether it's 'Promiscuous Love' or 'Promiscuous Love,' it's still about being entangled in love. Brother Yan should know that the favor of a beautiful woman is not so easy to bear!"

Yan Wushuang sighed slightly. "

Brother Lang is indeed a man of passion. You've come all this way to teach me about love and romance. I am truly grateful."

A look of nostalgia appeared on Lang Qing's handsome face. "Since I experienced Brother Yan's charm three years ago, I have never forgotten it. Now that Brother Yan has finally reappeared, I dare not be negligent."

"Husband, Yan'er is so tired."

Chu Yunyan's pretty face showed a heartbreaking exhaustion.

"My dear Yan'er, let's go back and rest."

I got up, put my arm around her, and walked towards the room.

Suddenly, a strange look flashed across Yan Wushuang's face. "Brother, wait a moment."

He quickly came over as he spoke, reached out and grasped Yan'er's wrist, his expression also becoming serious, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

You should know that the Yan family of Tianshan is a famous medical family in the martial arts world.

I suddenly had a strong sense of foreboding, and that shadow swelled rapidly in my heart, growing larger and larger. I helped Yan'er back into the room, gently kissed her fair and flawless face, and then withdrew.

"Brother Yan, what illness does Yan'er have?"

I found that my voice was no longer under my control and was even trembling a little.

Yan Wushuang sighed deeply, a fleeting look of pity crossing his face. "If I'm not mistaken, it's not an illness, but a slow-acting poison."

"Have you ever heard of the Forget-Me-Not herb?"

"What! The Forget-Me-Not herb?"

I felt my blood surge, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Though I'm not a doctor, I've heard of the Forget-Me-Not herb—the most potent poison in the Western Regions, incurable.

I always thought she was just depressed, and that she'd recover naturally after a while, but I never imagined she'd been poisoned.

"No!" I cried out in anguish, tears streaming down my face. "You've made a mistake! You must have made a mistake!"

I rushed into the house, wanting to pick up Yan'er and seek medical help elsewhere, but my heart was filled with despair.

The Yan family of Tianshan, renowned for their medical expertise—could they be mistaken?

"Brother, calm down."

The moment I stepped into the room, Yan Wushuang pulled me back. "The poison in her body wasn't supposed to take effect for a while, but the great grief and exhaustion created an opening, causing it to act prematurely. Miss Chu is already extremely weak; do you still want to burden her? Her time is running out; cherish what you have left."

With that, he turned away with a sigh.

In an instant, everything became blurry.

I don't know how I got back into the room; I just held her tightly, afraid she would disappear if I let go.

A soft groan startled me awake. I saw her pale face, her brows furrowed. Though she didn't speak, I could clearly feel her pain.

"Yan'er," I called out, unable to utter another word.

I had never felt so weak and powerless before. I had just sworn to protect her, to prevent her from suffering any more harm, but was this truly a cruel irony from heaven? I couldn't hold back any longer; tears welled up in my eyes, trickling down my cheeks and past the corners of my mouth. Only then did I realize that tears truly tasted bitter.

A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's deeply saddened.

She tremblingly reached out and wiped away my tears, taking a slight breath and managing a weak smile. "Husband, please don't cry anymore, okay? Seeing you sad hurts my heart so much, so much. I only ever want to see your smiling face."

I wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve, forcing a smile, and cupped her pretty face in my hands, slowly letting out a sigh of relief. "My dear Yan'er, see, your husband is smiling, isn't he?"

"Husband, you're so annoying! Your smile is uglier than crying. Husband, hold me tighter, Yan'er is so cold."

I pressed her face tightly against my chest, letting her hear my heartbeat and feel my warmth.

She shifted her body, panting, and said, "Husband, can you forgive Yan'er?" I tightened my grip on her hand, choking back tears, "No matter what Yan'er did, I won't blame her. I know she had her reasons for everything, and I believe she did what she deserved."

"Forgive me for not being able to stay with you any longer. I once dreamed of never leaving you again, of going to a place where no one would bother us, of having many, many children, climbing mountains and playing in the water with them. I also dreamed of being by your side every day, watching the sunrise and sunset with you."

As she spoke, a dreamlike glow appeared on her pale face.

"I'll promise you anything. Once you're better, we'll have many little ones, watching the sunrise and sunset together. So now you need to rest well, okay?"

I tried my best to suppress my heartache and pain, not daring to let her see it.

She continued, as if she hadn't heard me, "But Yan'er knew from the beginning that it was just a pipe dream. Yan'er knew she couldn't stay with her husband forever, so Yan'er cherished every moment by his side. Yan'er felt that every day with her husband was worth more than ten thousand years in the human world. Yan'er truly felt so happy, so happy."

"Yan'er," I wanted to call her, but only my lips moved, unable to utter a sound, only letting the tears fall.

"Yan'er is actually very selfish. Yan'er couldn't bear the pain of losing her husband, so she had to go first, yet she left this pain to her husband. Husband, isn't Yan'er very bad?"

My heart felt like it was being torn apart, the pain so intense it was numb, I just shook my head desperately.

"Husband, please hold me tighter, okay? Yan'er is so cold, so very cold."

I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. It turned out that my understanding of her was so superficial; it turned out that I had only ever seen her profile.

A night breeze swept in, rustling the gauze curtains. Outside, tender green leaves, with a reluctant farewell, detached from their branches, fluttering and falling sadly. The cool moonlight filled this night, which shouldn't be cold, with an inexplicable chill.

Humans experience joy and sorrow, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes. Perhaps it had long since witnessed the myriad aspects of human life and was no longer concerned.

She left. She entered my life gently, and then quietly departed.

She left, on a Ningxia night, carrying a heavy burden. Though she appeared calm, it wasn't hard to see the lingering attachment to life in her gentle eyes. A blurry yet clear image was always reflected in her bright, clear eyes.

She remained as beautiful as ever, her bangs slightly disheveled in the breeze, her alabaster skin still flawless. The only difference was that her beautiful eyes were no longer bright.

I smoothed her bangs, smoothed the wrinkles in her clothes, lifted her delicate face, and gently kissed her fragrant lips. They were still so soft, but so cold, so cold.

In a hazy dream, the wild goose I first met, the headstrong wild goose, the charming wild goose, the gentle wild goose, all walked towards me in their finest attire, only to disappear one by one. I reached out to grab her, but she was nowhere to be seen. Just as the last wild goose was about to vanish, I cried out and grabbed her collar. With a hiss, only a ribbon remained in my hand, and she was gone.

Chapter Nine: Between Life and Death

Outside Hangzhou, in a secluded mountain stream, the moon shone brightly, a gentle breeze blew, but the fresh air could not dispel the lingering sorrow of parting. Soft moonlight cast dappled patterns under the trees, and the mountain mist swirled, the faint haze making one almost believe it was a fairyland.

This was once Yan'er's favorite place, and now she lies here forever.

She loved its tranquility, its freshness, its serenity.

Happiness came so suddenly, yet left even more quickly, like a dream one doesn't want to wake from. A deep sorrow rises in my heart; life is so helpless.

I pluck a leaf, put it to my lips, and scenes of my acquaintance with Yan'er flash before my eyes. The music, sometimes light, sometimes gentle, sometimes tender, sometimes melancholic, ripples through the thin leaf.

The mountain peaks are gone, the forests are gone, the clear spring is gone.

"Brother Lang, since you've come, why hide? Are all the members of the Demonic Sect truly petty thieves?"

Yan Wushuang's calm voice betrayed no emotion.

Although he had only just met Feng Chuixue and Chu Yunyan, he was deeply moved by them.

For the first time, he felt how heartbreaking life and death separations could be. In his young heart, he had long regarded them as his friends. He believed that someone who loved his lover more than himself was a friend worth making. He had done his best to prolong Chu Yunyan's life. He had also spent countless times by their window with them, sharing their sorrows and tears, their joys and their grief. He knew that he himself was an extremely sentimental person.

With a loud laugh, Lang Qing emerged from the shadows. "I, Lang, have always been mindful of Brother Yan's compassionate heart as a healer, and have not disturbed you for so long. How could you repay kindness with enmity? Are all you so-called righteous people so ungrateful?"

Yan Wushuang sighed slightly. "Regardless of Brother Lang's intentions, I truly thank you for allowing Brother Feng and Miss Chu to spend their final moments together."

Lang Qing's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since you wish to express your gratitude, Brother Yan, then show some sincerity."

Suddenly, Lang Qing lunged forward, his right hand striking directly at Yan Wushuang's shoulder. Yan Wushuang staggered back three steps, unable to react before Lang Qing's left fist arrived. With no way to dodge, he was forced to take the blow with his right fist. A loud

"bang" echoed, dust billowed, and Yan Wushuang staggered back several steps, his right hand feeling numb and weak.

It should be noted that Lang Qing was renowned for his fists, while Yan Wushuang was known for his swordsmanship.

Using an unintentional attack against an intentional one, and his weakness against the opponent's strength, he was naturally at a great disadvantage.

Lang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, a cunning smile playing on his sinister face. "Brother Yan, do you know who I am?"

He didn't give Yan Wushuang a chance to answer, nor did he intend to. He continued, "I am actually a businessman, a very competent one."

Yan Wushuang sighed inwardly, realizing he had underestimated the cunning of the demonic sect members. He said, "To obtain the greatest benefit at the lowest cost, Brother Lang truly deserves the title of businessman!"

Lang Qing nodded in praise, "Brother Yan is indeed my confidant. That's why I've been waiting for the right opportunity, the perfect opportunity."

Yan Wushuang deeply understood that he and Lang Qing were both top experts among the new generation, their strengths evenly matched. Lang Qing might be able to defeat him, but it was impossible for him to capture him. Therefore, he had been waiting for the perfect opportunity. Previously, out of concern for the Chu family's young lady's illness and safety, he had been on high alert. Now that his guard had been down, Lang Qing had finally found the right moment to strike.

“Brother Lang, if you wish to keep me here, you’ll have to ask the sword in my hand first.”

With a “clang,” the longsword was drawn, its silvery blade reflecting the moonlight like a pool of autumn water. Occasionally, a few cold stars flashed across its edge, and the trembling blade hummed.

“A fine sword,” Lang Qing couldn’t help but exclaim in praise.

“Swoosh!” Yan Wushuang waved his hand, and the longsword instantly transformed into a sea dragon, its tip like a serpent spitting out almonds, unpredictable and ever-changing.

Yan Wushuang understood that his right hand was injured, greatly diminishing his strength. Now, he could only try to take the initiative to perhaps have a sliver of hope for victory.

Lang Qing chuckled softly, shifting three feet to the right, circling around to Yan Wushuang's right side, and closing in. At the same time, Yan Wushuang's longsword was already in front of Lang Qing.

"Bang!" Lang Qing flicked his sword, the blade grazing his shoulder. He countered with his left hand, striking Yan Wushuang's chest, when suddenly he felt a chill on his shoulder. Yan Wushuang's sword had unexpectedly deflected at an impossible angle, leaving a sizable wound.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Wushuang had retreated five feet away.

"Brother Yan, what skill!"

Lang Qing shouted, his fists striking with lightning speed, a powerful gust of wind carrying a cloud of dust towards Yan Wushuang.

Yan Wushuang closed his eyes, abandoning sight to observe everything with his mind. The oncoming cold wind whipped his white robes, but without any visible movement, his longsword suddenly gleamed, a fierce sword aura tearing a gash in the wind like a shooting star.

The two separated in an instant.

Yan Wushuang, his longsword planted firmly on the ground, his handsome face deathly pale, his body trembling slightly.

Lang Qing bore a long sword wound on his right shoulder, deep enough to reach his ribs, crimson blood dripping down his arm to the ground.

It was a draw.

Lang Qing looked at the left fist that had struck Yan Wushuang, then at Yan Wushuang's wounded chest, a strange, almost imperceptible smile appearing

on his face, his eyes filled with inexplicable mockery… Yan Wushuang bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes glaring fiercely at Lang Qing. Perhaps due to the pain of his injury, a trace of crimson appeared on his flawless face.

A cold snort came from behind Lang Qing, and an old man in blue robes appeared before the group, coldly saying, “Can’t even handle a mere brat? I see you’re getting worse and worse.”

He appeared slow but was actually fast, arriving before Yan Wushuang in the blink of an eye, reaching out his left hand to seize him.

Yan Wushuang stared at the empty sleeve on his right side, his expression changing drastically. He thought of someone—one of the masterminds who had wreaked havoc on the martial world twenty years ago, the Left Elder of the Demonic Sect's Extinction of Love Sect, second only to its leader Su Poyun—Can Ying.

Yan Wushuang wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide; he wanted to move his feet, but they felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

If it were only Lang Qing, he might not necessarily lose, and even if he did, escaping would be no problem at all. But now, with Can Ying appearing out of nowhere, and given his current severely injured state, he felt a sense of despair.

He felt the hand getting closer and closer, but then he felt his body go light, and he involuntarily fell into the ravine. He heard a familiar voice in his ear, "Run!" At the same time, although I successfully deflected most of Can Ying's force, my left forearm was still scratched, and I felt a numbness.

Can Ying smiled sinisterly, his not-so-ugly face appearing incredibly ferocious, sending chills down one's spine.

"Break Evil!" A thought flashed through my mind, and an ancient longsword appeared in my hand, about three feet long, with a slightly narrow tip. I gazed deeply at this sword that had fought alongside me through countless life-and-death battles, thinking to myself, "Perhaps this is the last time you'll accompany me in battle." I gently blew on the blade, and it trembled incessantly, emitting a long, mournful cry.

I glanced at the new grave, a pang of fear followed by a profound calm. Nothing is more sorrowful than a broken heart. To die alongside Yan'er, perhaps, was my blessing.

The longsword pointed diagonally to the ground, my aura suddenly shifting. I shouted, "Come on, old man!"

Before the words had even faded, my figure vanished from the spot. A flash of cold light, and the eerie sword tip suddenly appeared before Can Ying.

Can Ying let out a cold snort, seemingly utterly disdainful. His left hand, like a snake coiling around a withered tree, wrapped around the sword and struck my shoulder.

I endured the excruciating pain, my body twisting with the force of his blow, propelled by his strength, as I turned and thrust straight at Lang Qing, who was preparing to chase after Yan Wushuang.

Lang Qing gathered his inner energy, intending to chase Yan Wushuang along the stream, when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He leaped to the right with all his might, but due to his severe injuries, he was unable to move easily and collapsed to the ground from the cold.

At that moment, Can Ying arrived. Before I could dodge, I was struck in the back by another palm strike. A piercing pain almost made me faint. A sweet taste rose in my throat, and a spurt of blood gushed out.

My nephew had been wounded by a sword right before my eyes. Can Ying was enraged, his ugly face turning bloodthirsty as he sneered, "You let Yan Wushuang go, so consider your life as interest."

"Hah!" Can Ying shouted, and instantly a sandstorm arose. With the rotation of his palm, a terrifying whirlwind formed, the cold wind howled, and the sky and earth changed color.

I knew that I was far inferior to Can Ying. I had only stopped Lang Qing due to the opportune moment. Now, severely injured, I had no chance of survival today unless something unexpected happened.

I gathered all my strength, preparing for a final, desperate fight.

I knew I couldn't escape his attack range, so I didn't dodge at all.

"Ah!" A scream rang out, and I knew my life was coming to an end. In the final instant, in the gap between the waning of Can Ying's old power and the rise of new power, Po Xie burst forth, embedding himself deeply into Can Ying's chest.

And I, along with Can Ying's palm strike, fell into the ravine.

The image of Yan'er's captivating beauty flashed through my mind, and I slowly closed my eyes.

Yan'er, your husband has come to be with you.

Chapter Ten: Past Dreams

The blue sky was dotted with white clouds, and the warm sunlight filtered through them, gently caressing the overlapping petals of the flowers, as if cut from pure white, transparent silk, evenly tinted with a touch of light rouge.

A beautiful young woman, dressed simply, hummed a lighthearted tune as she squatted by the stream, lifting her coarse linen skirt. Her delicate face was reflected in the water; though dressed in rough linen, it couldn't conceal her natural beauty—shoulders like a knife's edge, waist as slender as silk—a truly charming and lovely woman.

Because she was squatting by the stream, the tight skirt clung to her round, full hips, outlining a perfect curve that was breathtaking.

She smoothed her bangs, gently patted her rosy cheeks, and smiled radiantly at the water, like a hundred flowers blooming.

She took clothes from a basket, soaked them in the water, and began to rinse them.

Judging from her cheerful demeanor, it seemed that sadness had never existed in her world; perhaps she was a spirit that brought joy to others.

She took out a men's long robe, washed it again and again, but still couldn't remove a few drops of crimson blood. She frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "So dirty."

Then she smiled gently.

After a short while, she finished washing the clothes and left gracefully.

"Miss Qing, is your little lover still not awake?"

"Miss Qing, don't work so hard, or your little lover will feel sorry for you when he wakes up."

"Qin Qing, the young lady, was met with countless good-natured teasings upon her return.

This was a seemingly ordinary village in eastern Zhejiang, showing no signs of being the headquarters of the renowned Canal Transport Gang.

With the southward shift of the economic center, the imperial tax revenue mainly came from the Jianghuai region, with the Yangtze River basin being particularly important. Therefore, the impact of the north-south canal transport on the entire country was self-evident. However, bandits and outlaws caused great suffering to official and merchant ships. Under these circumstances, the Canal Transport Gang emerged, and after years of operation, it is now at its zenith.

Qin Qing is a native of the area, beautiful and outstanding from a young age. As she grew up, she blossomed into a graceful and elegant young woman, embodying the grace and poise of a Jiangnan girl. She studied under a renowned old traditional Chinese medicine doctor from childhood, always showing her patients the most sincere enthusiasm and the most delicate care. After the old doctor passed away a few years ago, she took over the important task of saving lives within the Canal Transport Gang."

Qin Qing was undoubtedly an exceptionally talented girl. However, good deeds don't always bring good fortune. Orphaned at a young age, she and her childhood sweetheart died far from home just days after their marriage. Yet, all these misfortunes did not defeat her, nor did they diminish her smile. Instead, she devoted herself even more wholeheartedly to caring for everyone around her.

In saving countless lives, she earned everyone's respect.

If Zhuo Tianzi, the leader of the Canal Gang, known as the "Iron-Blooded Beauty," was an invincible goddess in the hearts of her followers, then the equally renowned Qin Qing was undoubtedly an angel of hope. Her smile and gentleness touched everyone like a spring breeze.

A deathly silence filled me with dread, yet I couldn't resist it. Unfamiliar images flooded my mind, yet felt strangely familiar.

I am an orphan, a helpless orphan, a beggar despised by everyone. Although I am only eight years old, I have been begging for three years. I have chased after stray dogs that everyone hates, just to snatch a broken bone from their mouths. I have slept in outhouses, just to avoid the ravages of wind and rain that would ravage my frail body. I have scooped up swill from the roadside, just to avoid starving to death.

Every day is incredibly difficult for me, yet I have never given up. Although I sometimes complain, I have never felt inferior, because everything I do is for survival. I know there are many, many people like me.

I first met her one day when I was eight years old. I cannot describe her dazzling beauty, nor can I describe what kind of beauty it is. I only know that there is absolutely no one more beautiful than her in this world.

I don't know why she was so kind to a little beggar like me. She gave me a life I had never imagined before. Before I could even wake up from this dreamlike life, I vaguely agreed to her request and became her apprentice.

From then on, she treated me very well, like a loving older sister, taking meticulous care of me. In my heart, she was the closest person to me.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and I was horrified to discover that I had developed feelings for her that were different from others. I knew clearly that it wasn't the affection between teacher and student, nor was it the affection between siblings. Later, I finally understood what it was, and from then on, I never dared to be unrestrained in front of her again.

Even the most discerning person couldn't find a single flaw in her. Her only flaw was that she was too perfect, unbelievably perfect.

A name that haunted my dreams, a goddess who completely captivated me.

That forbidden pleasure that transcended ethics only made me more addicted, unable to extricate myself. Knowing it was impossible, I still flew like a moth to a flame.

I hated her perfection. If she were more ordinary, perhaps I would still have a sliver of courage to disregard worldly conventions and break free from the cage. But she made all men hesitate, including me.

This was not only a tragedy for all men, but also a tragedy for her as a woman.

In my most confused time, I met her, Hua Lianxi, a frail woman, an optimistic and cheerful girl. Her persistent illness had ravaged her, leaving her utterly haggard, yet it only added to her beauty.

I'm not a good person; I've never considered myself one. So I chose her to fill the emptiness in my heart. If nothing unexpected happened, I would have married and had children—that wouldn't have been a bad kind of happiness, at least I wouldn't have felt heartache anymore.

However, fate seemed to disapprove of my complacency and played a cruel joke on me. Like a bolt from the blue, a fatal blow struck; she didn't make it past twenty. A few days before her birthday, she passed away alone.

Logically, I shouldn't have been too heartbroken, because I always felt I didn't love her. But at that moment, I clearly felt a piercing pain. Then I finally understood that her unintentional gentleness, her courage and strength had already captured my wandering heart.

She became an irreplaceable and unique figure in my heart.

The person I loved, I dared not love; the person who loved me, when I wanted to love her, she was no longer there.

I fell, I sank.

From then on, the world gained a drunkard.

When I had almost forgotten everything, I met Yan'er, another girl in my twenty-odd years of life who broke my heart.

Objectively speaking, in terms of both looks and talent, she was no match for Xixi, and far inferior to the goddess in my heart, yet she instilled in me an unbearable weight.

If my initial teasing of her was merely an occasional whim, her later naiveté deeply moved me, and her dependence on me, on which everything hung, shocked me immensely. Just

when I thought happiness was within my grasp, it once again slipped through my fingers.

Scenes flashed through my mind, a massive vortex surged towards me, and no matter how I struggled, I was powerless, leaving only a desolate cry.

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