'Take responsibility for you?
You saved me, so I take responsibility for you? '
Meng Fuyao blinked. Why did his logic sound so strange?
This Yuan Zhaoxu's ability to twist concepts and confound common sense was truly masterful.
Knowing that she was no match for him, Meng Fuyao took a step back and left the range of his fragrance. She touched her nose and changed the topic. "I actually have an idea, but it's a little risky …"
"Then do as you say," Yuan Zhaoxu answered casually without asking any questions.
Meng Fuyao glared at him. "You know what I'm thinking?"
"You're thinking of framing me and giving me a taste of my own medicine." Yuan Zhaoxu laughed confidently and viciously.
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips and stared at him for a while before cursing, "Roundworm!"
*****
Deep in the mountains in early autumn, there was already a hint of winter. The maple leaves had long been covered in a frosty red color, making them look strange and bewitching in the cold moonlight.
A group of special guests had taken up residence in the Wind-Listening Pavilion of the Xuanyuan Villa. They were of noble status, and they were none other than Qi Xunyi, the Third Prince of the Taiyuan Imperial Family. Pei Yuan's injury shouldn't have been enough to alarm the Third Prince, but Qi Xunyi was different. His mother was Pei Yuan's aunt, and he was Pei Yuan's closest cousin.
Qi Xunyi occupied a separate courtyard, accompanied by a distinguished guest who lived in the East Pavilion of the Wind-Listening Pavilion. The guest entered his room early and did not need anyone to serve him, which made him look rather special.
Lin Xuanyuan welcomed the guests into the manor during the day. He first accompanied them to the Lanting Residence to visit Pei Yuan, and then stayed in the Listening Wind Pavilion until the third watch before saying his goodbyes. Stepping on the frosty white moonlight of the cool night, he walked towards his own bedroom with a somewhat worried expression.
After he left, the Wind-Listening Pavilion regained its peace. The lights were extinguished one by one. No matter what happened the next day, sleep was still needed.
The night was silent.
The crescent moon hung coldly above the clouds, its light flowing like flowing water.
"Whoosh."
In the cold light, a black shadow floated across the courtyard, courtyard, and front hall like a kite with a broken string. It floated up to the second building with the painted eaves.
The shadow hung leisurely on the eaves of the second floor like a falling leaf. It swayed under the eaves, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and floated into the tallest building in the Wind-Listening Pavilion.
So light, so fast, so quiet.
Even a bird that was dozing off on a banyan tree next to the small building was not disturbed.
The black shadow floated through the bead curtain and into the inner room. Beneath the black mask was a pair of bright eyes that belonged to Meng Fuyao.
"Who is it?"
Just as the black shadow flashed through the door, a deep and cold shout came from the darkness.
The man in the room sounded calm and sober, without the sleepiness of someone who had been woken up in the middle of the night.
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed with a fierce glint. Without a sound, she moved forward and with a shake of her sleeve, a black dagger slid out soundlessly. Like a venomous snake, it flashed toward the heart of the person on the bed.
The man sneered and flicked his sleeve. It was clearly just a soft nightgown, but with a flick, it was as hard as steel and as smooth as jade. With a clang, the dagger hit the sleeve and slid straight to the edge of the bed.
Meng Fuyao's reflexes were also outstanding. Once the dagger slipped, she immediately flipped over the top of the person's head and landed on the other side of the bed. Without turning her head, she stabbed the dagger at the man's back.
The man seemed to be angered. Suddenly, he floated up from the bed and, like a snow-white satin, strangely folded a few times, dodged the ruthless stab. Then, a snow-white sword light rose from his waist like a bright moon. In an instant, the room was filled with light, illuminating Meng Fuyao's silhouette.
The slender body that belonged to a woman was outlined beautifully by the sword light. Her curves were as smooth as water. Her lower jaw was a delicate spring, and there was a cluster of waves on her ample bosom. When it reached her waist, it became a charming whirlpool. It made people's hearts beat faster and faster, and they wanted to drown in it regardless of everything.
The man on the sword seemed to be startled by this beautiful figure, and his hand slowed down.
Meng Fuyao, who was bathed in the sword light, immediately took the opportunity to cover her head and run for the window, as if she did not dare to meet the man face to face. Suddenly, a cold, murderous laugh rang out from behind her. "Where are you going?"
The sound was followed by the action. In an instant, the sword light formed a straight line, like a bolt of lightning that cut through the air, and went straight for the "fleeing" Meng Fuyao's back.
Given the speed of the sword, she would definitely be pierced if she continued to run in a straight line. Left with no other choice, Meng Fuyao leaned backward and pressed the back of her head against the ground. The tip of the sword brushed past the tip of her nose. Suddenly, her face split into two and fell to the ground.
The man was shocked. With a wave of his hand, the sword light reversed, and the hilt hit Meng Fuyao's shoulder, knocking her to the ground.
Moonlight seeped in through the gap of the window, shining on the grayish-white "face" on the ground. It was a human skin mask, gently trembling in the night wind.
Meng Fuyao, whose mask had been cut by the sword light, looked back at the man in the room in panic.
The moonlight shone on her face.
Because of the fright, the huge, hideous scar on his face was also wriggling.
The scar was unforgettable, and one would not want to look at it again.
It would have been fine if it had only been a scar, but she had a beautiful figure that rose and fell like a poem. It made people lament that the world was not as they wished, and that the heavens did not fulfill their wishes.
The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her. His expression was one of shock and regret.
In that brief moment, Meng Fuyao suddenly sprung up like a leopard cub. With a tap of her toes, she flipped over the long window and, like a black flexible spring, bounced out of the window in an instant.
She swept past the end of the banyan tree, causing thousands of branches to sway and rustle.
A fallen leaf flew very high, drifting past the slightly swaying window that had been smashed open, landing on the tip of the man's sword. However, when it was still a foot or so away, it suddenly stopped, and then disappeared in midair, turning into a small pile of pale green powder.
The man did not move at all.
His sword light was as steady as the waves of the sea, reflecting on his face. His hair was as black as ink, and his figure was tall and slender. His phoenix eyes shone brightly, giving him a hint of evil and flirtatious air.
With a flick of his sleeve, the pale green powder immediately turned into a green fog, slowly rising in the silent space.
The wind blew against the beaded curtains. Behind the man, a door leading to the East Pavilion suddenly opened.
Behind the door was a faint white figure, submerged in the blurry darkness.
Upon seeing the white figure, the malice in the man's eyes dissipated. When he turned his head, he had already regained his calm and indifferent expression. His tone was also respectful and affectionate. "Young Master Zong, I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
"You're welcome, Third Highness." The man in white walked out of the darkness and looked at the flying leaves outside the window, deep in thought. "I wasn't sleeping anyway."
He turned to look at the table, a little hesitant. Qi Xunyi immediately said, "I haven't touched these tea sets, feel free to use them."
With an apologetic smile, the man in white took the tea set and poured himself a cup of tea. His movements were light and steady, his hands clean and slender. There was no light in the room, and under the moonlight, his side profile was soft. The color of his eyes and lips were a little lighter, reminding people of cherry blossoms in early spring.
He moistened his lips with tea and looked thoughtfully at the leaves that had fallen into the soil. He said softly, "These leaves … shouldn't have fallen now …"
Qi Xunyi looked out the window disapprovingly and frowned slightly. Then he smiled. "Young Master Zong, you're a doctor with the heart of a parent. You even pity the plants. Xunyi admires you very much."
"You can call me Zong Yue." Zong Yue smiled faintly and put down the teacup. "I've always loved flowers and plants. I can't help but feel a little sad when I see them falling at the wrong time. I've made a fool out of myself, Third Highness."
"You can also call me Xunyi." Qi Xunyi laughed heartily. "Names are meant to be called by others. There's no need to go through so much trouble, Young Master."
His smile was forthright, but his eyes kept flickering. Zong Yue looked away and smiled faintly without saying a word.
Qi Xunyi stared into his eyes and said slowly, "I'm sure you saw what happened just now."
Zong Yue's expression didn't change, and he only nodded slightly.
"Who do you think sent him?" he asked. Look at his movement technique, it seems like … "Qi Xunyi wanted to say something but stopped, his eyes burning.
Zong Yue was silent for a moment before he smiled. "Your Highness is known as the most knowledgeable person in the world. I'm sure you've already seen through the actions of this unwelcome guest. It's a pity that I'm stupid and couldn't see through it. Otherwise, I could have helped Your Highness out."
Qi Xunyi's eyes darkened, but he smiled and waved his hand. "Young Master Zong is too modest. Actually, I wouldn't dare to bother you with such trivial matters. Young Master, you should rest early. I'll have to trouble you with my sister's injuries."
"Princess Xun's injuries aren't light, and the Bone Corrosion Powder has deepened them. It's easy to heal, but it'll be difficult to completely restore her appearance." Zong Yue's eyes revealed a hint of regret. "But I'll do my best."
"I'll leave it to you, Young Master." Qi Xunyi bowed slightly.
Zong Yue returned the gesture silently and floated away.
As soon as his figure disappeared through the side door, Qi Xunyi's confident and graceful expression disappeared completely. He stared in the direction Zong Yue had disappeared with a gloomy gaze.
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