Chapter 325: Wouldn’t you profit then? (2/2)

Han Yunxi’s heartbeat suddenly quickened, pitter-pattering in her chest.

What does he want to do?

“Lie down a bed, I’ll chat with you,” Long Feiye said mildly.

Cough, cough. A certain red-faced woman suddenly realized that she’d been overthinking things. Even so, she was still very nervous when she went to lie down by his side. He’d left her a large chunk of space, but she only lay down gingerly, her back to the bed like his as her entire body turned taut. The space between them was big enough to fill an entire bowl of water!

As soon as she lay down, he opened his mouth. “Have you used poison on Baili Mingxiang yet?”

“Yes. If there’s nothing amiss, she’ll be able to cultivate Beauty’s Blood by the end of this year,” Han Yunxi replied honestly.

“What does ‘nothing amiss’ mean?”

“Baili Mingxiang’s personal safety,” Han Yunxi had always been careful and precise.

“Don’t worry. General Baili’s estate has security measures even stricter than here. She’s not the type to make trouble, either,” Long Feiye replied.

Han Yunxi finally understood why a young and admirable woman could be so low-key and quiet. She wasn’t planning to tell Long Feiye her idea of saving Baili Mingxiang’s life, either.

“Your Highness, where did your eye poison come from?” Han Yunxi asked curiously.

“A careless mistake during a battle,” Long Feiye tossed out, before changing the topic. “Has that man from the Shadow Clan dropped by?”

“If he did, I would’ve told you long ago.” Han Yunxi had been waiting for the white-robed man this entire time. He said himself that he would come, and that he’d answer her questions then, too. Even though Mute Granny’s status was still unknown, Han Yunxi was 70 to 80 percent sure that her father was part of the Poison Sect. She was more curious to know why the Shadow Clan man was protecting her. Between her father and Lady Tianxin, just which one had connections to the West Qin imperial clan?

And just what was the connection between the West Qin imperial clan and the Poison Sect?

“Han Yunxi, if you’re really the descendent of the West Qin imperial clan, you…” Long Feiye broke off.

Han Yunxi didn’t notice his abnormality, but teased, “Then wouldn’t you profit by wedding me?”1

Long Feiye slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with worry. Thanks to the poison, there were still traces of blood on his pupils, making his worry all the more obvious. It looked like he was carrying the burden of the entire world on his shoulders.

Long Feiye, so you have times when you’re worried, too!

Despite this, Long Feiye simply laughed and replied, “Han Yunxi, you were the one who married me.”2

He married, she was wed. It should mean more or less the same thing, but with them it held double meanings. It was true that Han Yunxi was the one who proactively ‘married’ herself. She kicked her own sedan chair door and stepped into the gates. If Long Feiye hadn’t laughed when he spoken, Han Yunxi might have sensed the other things he was implying. Because of his joking tone, Han Yunxi simply assumed he was fooling around.

“Then you’ve profited even more!” she said in amusement, her nervousness finally dissipating.

“Perhaps.” As Long Feiye spoke, he wrapped one arm around her neck while the other pulled her into his embrace. After settling the covers over them both, he said, “Sleep, now. Your lordship is tired.”

His domineering air had suddenly swept in to envelope her, making it impossible for Han Yunxi to escape. This wasn’t the first time they’d been so close, but it was the first time they’d ever slept together! For a second, Han Yunxi felt like their separate worlds had finally merged. They were so, so close.

So this is what it feels like to share a bed with him.

His scent overpowered her, leaving her happy beyond words! Han Yunxi’s eyes were wide. Her relaxed nerves had suddenly turned tense again, her body stiffening on its own.

Long Feiye seemed to be truly exhausted, because his soft voice simply whispered wearily against her ear, “Be good now, relax. Your lordship just wants to hold you for awhile.”

His gentle voice seemed to have its own sort of magic, because Han Yunxi really did slowly relax. She dropped her guard and settled contentedly into his embrace, feeling like a strong and towering mountain had found its way into her world.

She loved feeling safe like this.

But Long Feiye, what’s with you today? You’ve never gotten tired before, so what happened?

By the time Long Feiye had fallen asleep, Han Yunxi was still energetic and awake. She didn’t even dare to move, afraid that she’d wake him up. She had given him an extra two hours until sunrise just so he could sleep a little longer.

Unfortunately, as soon as day broke, Su Xiaoyu’s voice entered the room.

“Esteemed wangfei, time to get up!”

1. wedding (娶) – qu, used when a woman marries a man. “Wed” in this case is the passive party, the wife who “is wed” by her husband. ↩

2. marry (嫁) – jia, used when a man marries a woman. “Marry” in this case is the active party, the husband who “marries” his wife. As a followup to footnote 1, it is always the man who “marries” (jia) and the woman who “is wed” (qu). Long Feiye and Han Yunxi are playing with the variants of the verb here.