Chapter 970: A dream, yet not a dream (2/2)

Long Feiye only embraced her silently.

Seeing this, Han Yunxi realized she’d scared him and hugged him tight, burying her face in his chest. “Maybe it really was all just a dream.”

Long Feiye remained mute for a long, long time. Finally, he declared, “We’ll try it out tomorrow. If it can open a door in the stele, I’ll go in with you!”

If it was unavoidable, he didn’t mind facing it together. Just where did that passageway lead? Why did it appear in the Poison Sect’s stele, and was it related to Han Yunxi’s status as its descendant? Or the fact that she was a transmigrator? Rather than speculate and dread the possibilities, it was better to hold her hand tight and face it head-on. Yet Han Yunxi only shrank back and shook her head.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here!” Long Feiye gripped her hand and entwined their fingers together.

That night, they didn’t fall back asleep, but quietly embraced each other with joined hands until dawn. Both of them got up early that morning. When Gu Beiyue emerged from his rooms, it was to see the pair steeping tea at the stone table in the courtyard. The chill of a winter day made everywhere cold, but the steam and fragrance of tea from the table was a rather refreshing sight.

Gu Beiyue had no idea what had happened last night and simply came to pay his respects. “Your Highness, princess.”

Long Feiye gestured for him to sit and personally poured him a cup of tea. But as soon as Gu Beiyue did, he noticed that Han Yunxi’s complexion was off. Not only had she had a bad night’s sleep, but something was weighing on her mind.

“Princess, what’s wrong?” he hastened to ask.

Han Yunxi didn’t speak, so Long Feiye told him all about the details of last night. Gu Beiyue didn’t know that Han Yunxi was a transmigrator, so he said, “Princess, this shouldn’t be a dream, but part of the Poison Sect’s inheritance. They telepathically passed down the poison storage space’s skills and techniques to you.”

Han Yunxi knew it wasn’t simply a dream; otherwise, how could the teachings on the stele have come true? But she didn’t understand why she’d have the same nightmare about “holding hands” in conjunction with the Poison Sect’s inheritance.

“Could the door on the wordless stele lead to a secret area of the Poison Sect?” Gu Beiyue wondered. To him, this counted as good news. Perhaps the secret of the Poison Gu human laid in these very grounds, or even the formula for Perplexing Butterfly Illusion.

Han Yunxi and Long Feiye could only think of such possibilities.

“Make preparations, we’ll try it out later,” Long Feiye had already resolved himself last night. Han Yunxi finally looked up at him, and he took her hand below the table to squeeze it tight. Silently, soundlessly, he gave her strength.

“Mm! We’ll give it a try! If it can really open up a door, we’ll enter it together!” Han Yunxi said seriously.

Gu Beiyue sensed something wrong as soon as he heard those words. A complicated look flickered past his eyes, but he hesitated and swallowed his question, pretending he hadn’t noticed a thing. He was always in perfect control of the proper distance between him and Long Feiye or the princess. There were some things he didn’t need to ask if neither of them told him first.

This was the meaning of knowing one’s place.

After breakfast, Han Yunxi’s group finished preparations and prepared to leave when they suddenly saw someone standing by the door.

“Gu Qishao!” Han Yunxi exclaimed. She’d almost forgotten how long it’d been since she’d seen him.

Gu Qishao was dressed in his usual red robes, an enchanting and luxurious vision of elegance. He could make all the flowers in the mountain pale in comparison just from standing there casually. An unconscionable smile graced his lips, free and unbelievably happy as he curved his eyes into a line. “Poison lass, long time no see--”

“What are you doing here?” Long Feiye cut him off coldly. He could almost predict what the man would say next.

It was clearly Long Feiye who’d threatened him to come, so how could he have the shame to question him? Gu Qishao ignored him and continued to speak to Han Yunxi. “Qi gege’s missed you. Have you missed Qi gege?”

But Han Yunxi’s face was gloomy. Furious, she asked, “Gu Qishao, when will you start remembering Linger’s words to you?”

Tang Li had long told them about the matter of the secret signals. Personally, Tang Li thought that hunting them down was a waste of time that made them miss the best timeframe for rescue.