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Ya Lanzhu began to sing. ”Big Brother march forward bravely, Little Sister will chase you without turning back, Big Brother you've exhausted three horses, Little Sister will exhaust nine cows…”

Meng Fuyao snorted and fell against Zhangsun Wuji's shoulder, desperately trying to hold in her laughter. 'This girl's ability to modify the lyrics is way too powerful, how did the song, upon reaching her lips, suddenly kill off horses and cows?'

She laughed until her shoulders trembled, looking like a silent butterfly under the dim light. Zhangsun Wuji smiled faintly and pulled her into his chest. He lowered his head, thinking that the lyrics were actually rather apt and he could also use it on himself.

Lord Yuan Bao squatted on its master's shoulder, looking at Meng Fuyao reproachfully. 'You still have the audacity to laugh? Not you, what would we of noble descent know what is called vulgar?'

The two drunkards stumbled down the alley, and when they crossed paths with Yan Jingchen, Yan Jingchen frowned and covered the jade container with his hand, afraid that they would knock into it. Retreating to one side, he waited for them to pass by.

Yet, just as Ya Lanzhu walked past him, she suddenly felt an urge to vomit. She could have just vomited on the streets, but she just had to be a princess and was used to vomiting into something. She looked around dazedly, and upon seeing that Yan Jingchen was carrying a container, she immediately reached out and grabbed at it.

Yan Jingchen's eyebrows shot up as he raised an arm to push her when Yun Hen immediately pulled Ya Lanzhu back and blocked the blow, snarling, ”She's drunk and doesn't mean it, why must you be so vicious!”

The two's elbows clashed as they raised their heads, and upon seeing each other under the light, both of them went ”ah” and said in unison, ”It's you.”

Yan Jingchen's face darkened as he glanced at Yun Hen, before putting down his hand and leaving. Yun Hen watched him, his eyes flashing with hostility when Ya Lanzhu stumbled over. Seeing that she was about to crash into the wall, Yun Hen could only catch her. Ya Lanzhu's limbs were flinging about, and a tearing noise could be heard as Yun Hen's robes were torn by the drunkard and an object fell onto the ground with a clatter.

However, Yun Hen did not hear the object fall as he frantically tried to support a dead drunk Ya Lanzhu, unsure where to hold, eventually settling for dragging her by the collar. He was about to leave when he heard Yan Jingchen's voice, ”Stay there.”

Yun Hen turned around only to see Yan Jingchen holding onto a little green and gold stone swallow. His expression changed as he leaned Ya Lanzhu against a wall, ready to launch himself.

Yan Jingchen retracted his hand, saying solemnly, ”Where did you get this thing from?”

”Return it to me!”

”Where did you get it from?”

”I said, return it to me!”

Yan Jingchen stuffed the swallow into his robes and said coldly, ”This is the mark given to the sons of the Yan clan at birth, nobody but direct descendants of the Yan clan can have it. If you don't tell me how you got it, I won't return it to you.” With that, he turned to leave.

Yun Hen immediately launched himself at him.

Before he could reach him, Yan Jingchen retreated, his blade already unsheathed. With a swift movement, Yun Hen deflected the blade with his palm, creating a thunderous sound upon contact.

The two actually started fighting.

On the wall, Meng Fuyao called out, ”Why did you guys start fighting?” She was too far away and couldn't hear what they were saying, only that Yan Jingchen had picked something up, Yun Hen had demanded it back, and then the two began fighting in earnest.

Zhangsun Wuji tugged her hand and looked over, saying casually, ”There are some things that if buried in time for too long, they will be discovered by fate.”

The wind howled in the little alley as Yun Hen, and Yan Jingchen fought, but their fight soon quickly came to an end.

Yan Jingchen fighting with one hand was simply not Yun Hen's opponent, yet Yun Hen was not in the mood to fight; he just wanted to quickly take back what was his. Exchanging a dozen moves, Yun Hen's blade had already suppressed a single-handedly fighting Yan Jingchen.

Yan Jingchen pursed his lips and watched as Yun Hen continuously accommodated him despite having the advantage. A hint of suspicion flashed past his eyes as he suddenly thrust the jade container in his hands forward as he shouted, ”My wife's ashes!”

Yun Hen's blade was swift as lightning, but in that instant, Yan Jingchen's voice sounded out as his blade was about to land on the jade container. Upon hearing him, Yun Hen fell back in shock as the rebound force of his sword pushed him back a step.

Immediately, the blade of a gleaming sword was pressed lightly against his throat.

Watching the fight on the wall, Meng Fuyao thought that Yun Hen would definitely win and did not expect this outcome. In shock, she muttered ”despicable” and was about to leap down when she was stopped by Zhangsun Wuji.

Following that, she noticed the expression in Yan Jingchen's eyes.

That tumultuous, mixed expression filled with confusion and suspicion.

She also saw the movement of his mouth.

He was saying, ”Little Brother.”

The words ”Little Brother” drifted through the evening wind, despite its softness, striking the hearts of those who heard it.

Upon hearing his words, Yun Hen stumbled, suddenly finding himself at the mercy of Yan Jingchen's blade. He stood there, unable to complete his action, giving others the impression that he had turned to ice under the rays of dusk.