Chapter 001: The Destruction of One's Reputation

A real man must take responsibility for his actions. Do you not know that men and women should maintain a respectful distance? Just now, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, everyone witnessed what you did to my sister... and... and... and... and... and now you still want to deny it?

After falling into the river, he felt as if a bright moon in the center of the river was drawing him in, and then he was suddenly enveloped by that light. Then, it seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like just a moment; he suddenly surfaced, and the effects of the alcohol faded. Before he could even prepare to think about what was happening, he saw a figure bobbing in the water. He quickly swam over and, after much effort, managed to rescue the drowning person who had been clinging to him like an octopus. Then, it seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also felt like just a moment; he suddenly surfaced, and the effects of the alcohol faded. Before he could even prepare to think about what was happening, he saw a figure bobbing in the water. He quickly swam over and, after much effort, managed to rescue the drowning person who had been clinging to him like an octopus.

"Yi Feng, do you consider yourself a man?"

Does Young Master Yi really dislike me this much

Is it that head of white hair

The gentle spring breeze swept through, blowing down small tufts of willow catkins from the trees. The pure white catkins scattered in the wind like floating silk. One tuft landed on Lingyun's damp, disheveled hair, further accentuating her current state of disarray and distress.

He harbored too many doubts and confusions in his heart, and he vaguely remembered in his mind. A few days ago, he and a group of unruly friends decided to emulate the ancients by enjoying the scenery of Yangzhou in the third month of spring. Thus, they arranged for a pleasure boat to travel down the Yangtze River from Nanjing to Yangzhou. As they were nearing Yangzhou in the evening, they feasted on the boat, consuming quite a bit of wine. In the middle of the night, while trying to sober up by the bow of the boat, he accidentally fell into the river.

However, at this moment, Ling Yun was not only anxious and restless, but also filled with even more anger

If that is the case, I sincerely apologize for any offense caused earlier; it is entirely my fault. I have yet to express my gratitude to Young Master Yi for saving my life. I shall take my leave now, and I wish you a safe journey, Young Master. Sister, please return the jade pendant to Young Master Yi and see him off.

We did not steal your belongings; this jade pendant was inadvertently taken by my sister just now

Ling Yun stood there, and reason told him that it was better to stay away from these people

However, Ling Yun is currently too preoccupied to pay attention to these matters, as his mind is on the verge of exploding. He has realized that this body is not his own. This body is clearly much stronger, with bulging muscles and an abdomen featuring eight-pack abs. In fact, using those few burly men as a reference, he estimates that his height must be around 180 centimeters.

Gao Mingyue stamped her foot forcefully and said anxiously: "Sister, that shameless scoundrel just now has already tarnished your reputation. If you do not like this debauched man, then just kill him with a sword and throw his body into the river. Let him go, that is absolutely out of the question."

He dragged her to the riverbank, performing chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, finally reviving her heart and saving a life. It was only then that he realized the young woman he had saved was dressed in ancient Han attire, with narrow sleeves reaching her wrists, a high-waisted skirt, and a long gown trailing on the ground, her feet adorned with high-soled shoes. Although she appeared somewhat disheveled after falling into the water, there was an undeniable allure to her wet form. At that moment, he even recalled a line of poetry: "With a slender waist and delicate makeup, she wears a narrow gown like those of the Six Hu palaces." Moreover, what particularly caught the eye was her beautiful face, seemingly seventeen or eighteen years old, yet with a head full of white hair.

In front of him, who was drenched and looking extremely disheveled, Gao Mingyue was surrounding Ling Yun tightly with two young women and eight burly men. Gao Mingyue, appearing to be only around sixteen or seventeen years old, glared at him with a gaze that was even more furious than Ling Yun's.

As soon as the words fell, Gao Mingyue raised her fair wrist, and a jade pendant shone brightly. In a disdainful tone, she said: "This jade pendant you took off clearly bears the two characters 'Yifeng'. Such pendants are typically worn close to the body and are mostly owned by young masters from prominent families. Do you still wish to deny it?"

Shameless! A few strands of crimson flew to Gao Mingyue's face, as if she were somewhat shy

At that moment, the white-haired girl who had just been escorted away by a group of people reappeared. She had changed into a new outfit, a set that was tightly bound high, directly cinched under her armpits and at her chest, accentuating the peaks that Ling Yun had previously had the fortune to admire. However, what drew the most attention was still her white hair, which always gave Ling Yun a sense of the magical.

I can't believe it, in broad daylight, this is the rhythm of forcibly seizing a man. The little sympathy I had for the silver-haired beauty was immediately replaced by anger. Without saying a word, Ling Yun turned and ran towards the river.

Although Ling appeared tough on the surface, deep down she felt somewhat lost and even panicked

Ling was taken aback for a moment, then immediately widened his eyes even more than that fierce girlfriend, Gao Mingyue, and said in a deep voice: "First, my name is not Yi Feng. Second, I already have a girlfriend. Third, I just went through so much trouble to rescue someone, and instead of being properly thanked, I am now being accused. In short, I can't be bothered to argue with you here, I don't have the time, goodbye!" In this day and age, while it is common to hear about elderly people being accused of medical expenses after being helped up when they fall, it is truly unheard of to be accused of becoming a son-in-law after rescuing someone from drowning.

Eifeng, you must marry into the Gao family village

"Don't cover your mouth, let that little girl speak. Is there still a place for reason here? I kindly rescued someone from the river, and she was nearly suffocating. I performed artificial respiration on her, spending half a day on it, and now you actually accuse me of being a rogue. It's one thing not to thank me, but is there really such a reversal of roles?" As he spoke, Ling Yun recalled the beautiful face and snow-white skin of the girl he had just saved, and couldn't help but silently give a thumbs up. Thinking back to the artificial respiration he had performed, although it was unintentional, it indeed involved loosening her collar, allowing him a glimpse of the enchanting scenery of her snowy peaks. However, this was not the time to dwell on such thoughts.

The girl next to him, who was probably only twelve or thirteen years old, pointed at him loudly and said: "Just now by the river, you were hugging and kissing our young lady, and you even... even took off our young lady's clothes..." However, before this bold girl could finish her sentence, she was quickly covered by the furious Gao Mingyue, who did not allow her to say the rest of it.

"Come on, is it really necessary?" Looking at her appearance, she does not seem to be faking it. At least those eight burly men have already leaned forward, ready to take action.

The bronze mirror is somewhat small and also a bit blurry, but it allows Ling Feng to clearly see the face in the mirror at this moment, which is truly not the familiar face anymore. He feels bewildered and even panicked; is this truly Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a dream of the Southern Bough? Which is real, which is true, or is it the so-called past life and present life?

I say for the third time, my name is Ling Yun, not Yi Feng

Although Gao Mingyue did not understand Ling Yun's sudden change, she still had the maid who had just spoken bring over a small bronze mirror

At this moment, however, all eight individuals were dressed in ancient attire, their hair styled in buns, their expressions solemn, and each adorned with a long sword. Gao Mingyue, along with the two young girls and the beautiful woman he had just rescued from the water, were all similarly attired in complete traditional Han clothing. If it were only this, he would not be so alarmed.

"What, do you want to pretend to be crazy? Do you dare to look down on my sister?" At the moment she said this, Gao Mingyue resembled a mother leopard ready to pounce. "If you dare to say yes, I will immediately send you back to the river to cool off..."

Do you have a mirror? May I borrow it for a moment

Ling Yun was somewhat confused about whether this was an illusion or reality, or perhaps he was just having difficulty accepting it and did not want to admit it. Moreover, the group of people before him indeed instilled a profound sense of crisis within him. He kicked off his two soaked boots and shouted, "In matters of affection, it is about mutual willingness; how can one possibly force it? There is no need for you to take action; I will jump myself!" Although he had been struggling in the river for quite a while, he was still quite confident in his swimming skills. In the thirty-six stratagems, the best strategy is to retreat. He kicked off his two soaked boots and shouted, "In matters of affection, it is about mutual willingness; how can one possibly force it? There is no need for you to take action; I will jump myself!" Although he had been struggling in the river for quite a while, he was still quite confident in his swimming skills. In the thirty-six stratagems, the best strategy is to retreat.

The group of people before me is clearly not ordinary

Gao Mingyue spoke with a dialect that carried a Henan accent, reproaching Ling Yun. The white-haired girl from earlier also had the same accent. He suddenly realized that he had not understood the Henan dialect before, let alone this seemingly ambiguous dialect. Yet now, he comprehended everything, and it seemed that he had also unconsciously spoken in a similar manner just moments ago. This was very strange, and there was an inexplicable sense of discomfort that lingered.

As he watched her coldly turn away, with tears sliding down her pale cheeks in that fleeting moment, and her lonely silhouette, he suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. Was it compassion for her fragility, or something else? He could not articulate it at that moment. Yet, he could not bear to see her leave like this. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps she had not accidentally fallen into the water, but had intentionally jumped in to end her life. What could possibly lead such a woman to choose to end her life?

The one who just introduced herself as Gao Mingyue, along with the two young girls beside her, although they are quite unreasonable and sharp-tongued, the eight silent men behind them are all robust and formidable, capable of taking down a person with their fists and able to run a horse with their arms

Gao Mingyue spoke about several key points, her voice soft and low, becoming instantly unclear, which amused Lingyun. "And there you go again, why don't you speak a little louder?"

However, Ling Yun soon discovered that he himself was also clad in a wet long robe. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was surrounded by Gao Mingyue and others, who were similarly dressed in ancient attire. If it weren't for the timely awakening of the girl he had rescued, who had been pretending to be unconscious, to explain the situation, Ling Yun estimated that even if he hadn't drowned in the river, he would have been beaten to death and sunk into the river by them.

Seeing her serious demeanor, Ling Yun's expression grew solemn. Could it be that he had traveled through time? Otherwise, how could he explain the clothes he was wearing, the fact that he had fallen into the river at night, and then surfaced to find it was daytime? Moreover, in that brief moment, there were no boats in sight on the river. And what about the long robe he was wearing? Suddenly, he could understand and speak their dialect. Ling Yun suddenly recalled something and hurriedly looked down at himself, glancing left and right, leaving Gao Mingyue and the others utterly confused.