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Yan Jingchen was panting slightly, staring erratically at Yun Hen, his expression somewhat agitated.
Sitting atop the wall, Meng Fuyao suddenly realized that while Yun Hen and Yan Jingchen were encountered separately, it was extremely difficult to link the two together. However, now that they were facing each other, she was able to see some similarities in their features. Both of them were lean and long-limbed, as well as so white that their skin had a translucent quality and their veins could be seen faintly against their skin. They were also tall and upright with exceptionally sharp noses. She wasn't able to notice these things before. The only thing was that their personalities differed too greatly.
Yun Hen seemed unwilling to accept Yan Jingchen's contemplating gaze and suddenly turned away as though he did not notice the blade against his neck. Shocked motionless, Yan Jingchen had forgotten to retract his sword and just like that, Yun Hen was cut by the blade, and a thin red line appeared on his neck. Horrified, Yan Jingchen quickly pulled back his sword, but Yun Hen was already walking away, ignoring the blood dripping from his neck as he picked up Ya Lanzhu, who was slumped against the wall still singing and mumbling, and left.
Yan Jingchen returned his sword to its scabbard and gave chase hastily, grabbing Yun Hen's sleeve, ”Yun Hen! Are you Aunt An's child?”
Yun Hen's shoulder trembled, and from her angle, Meng Fuyao could see a flash of anger cross his face as he jerked his hand away and said, ”Get lost!”
Yan Jingchen met his gaze and was so surprised his hand trembled. He was about to let go, but Yun Hen had already firmly pushed his hand away and said coldly, ”I'm warning you, don't ever mention that name or the Yan Clan, they're not fit to be mentioned!”
”Yun Hen!” Yan Jingchen rushed forward, ”I'm not too sure about what happened back then, I only heard the whispers around… but… but… could there have been a misunderstanding somewhere? Come back with me, we'll get to the bottom of this.”
”Go back? Go back where?” Yun Hen turned to the side coldly, his handsome features like an ice sculpture, so cold that even his gaze was icy. ”Clan Leader Yan, please get it clear, you are a vassal king of Taiyuan, I am a servant of Taiyuan. My father's name is Yun Chi, your father's name is Yan Chi. Why should I go back with you?”
Refusing to give up, Yan Jingchen tried persuading him once again. Yun Hen's expression hardened, and he swung his sword sideways, aiming straight for the jade ash container. This time, Yan Jingchen was startled and flinched. When he recovered, Yun Hen was already swiftly striding away. After several steps, he turned around slightly, and not looking at Yan Jingchen but instead at the dark corner of the wall, he said, ”Clan Leader Yan, if you ever mention what happened today to anyone, or try to claim relations again, don't blame my sword for being disrespectful!”
His figure quickly disappeared into the darkness of the other end of the alley, leaving only Yan Jingchen who was still standing there in shock as he watched Yun Hen disappear with an uncertain and frustrated gaze.
Afraid that Yun Hen would feel awkward, Meng Fuyao waited until he exited the alley and leaped off the wall. She walked broodingly into the courtyard, then to her room, then to her bed only to realize that someone had also instinctively followed her in. Snapping back to reality, she pushed him out of the house and snapped. ”Get out, get out, only one man can sleep on my bed!”
”Oh?” Zhangsun Wuji asked in amusement.
Lord Yuan Bao ignorantly poked its head out and looked at its master with wide eyes as it pointed at its own nose. 'That man is the devastatingly handsome yours truly.'
His smile unfaltering, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly said, ”Should I drown you?”
Lord Yuan Bao immediately gestured respectfully with its paws, as though conceding. 'The only man that can sleep on her bed is none other than the unparalleled and amazing talent that is you, my master, heh.'
Meng Fuyao immediately flicked Lord Yuan Bao out of the room with her fingers and berated, ”Rascal, from now on, you can forget about sleeping on my bed anymore!”
”Fuyao, I didn't intend to sleep on your bed,” said Zhangsun Wuji calmly, dispelling a certain someone's self-entitled thoughts. He continued, ”I just wanted to borrow the remaining half of the Moon Soul training tool from you.”
Without waiting for her reply, he located the half and pocketed it before drifting out the door. Before leaving, he turned around and smiled, saying, ”I definitely have no interest in sharing a bed with a hamster, especially when the other person is an alcoholic.”
”Oh… who's an alcoholic? Isn't it clear that there are only one person and a rodent here?” retorted Meng Fuyao.
At that moment, she saw Yun Hen dragging Ya Lanzhu hurriedly, and she remembered that Princess Ya was drunk. Who else could shoulder the heavy responsibility of taking care of the drunkard besides her?
Sure enough, taking care of a drunk was not a job fit for humans. Meng Fuyao remained busy throughout the night, listening to ”Big Brother, walk forward bravely…” the entire night. At dawn, Ya Lanzhu suddenly turned around and hugged her, mumbling incoherently, ”Let us never be like Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan.”
She was not conscious at all when she said it, but Meng Fuyao immediately understood. The hand that was gently patting Ya Lanzhu paused, and she gently pushed away the strands of hair plastered on Ya Lanzhu's face as she said softly, ”Fine, let's never be like Meng Fuyao and Feng Jingfan.”