Chapter Seven, Dark Fragrance

My mother, Lady Duanmu, comes from a noble background, her demeanor is graceful, and she cannot tolerate even the slightest infringement, not allowing anyone to do so! Yet my dear sister, Lu Shuyi, so easily trusts others. How can I not feel heartbroken?

Lu Shuyi said softly, "I am sorry..."

Speaking of my mother, my sister grew up in Yangzhou, and perhaps she has heard of the tales of Hua Piaopiao. Hua Meier said excitedly, her delicate voice tinged with emotion. Without waiting for Lu Shuyi to respond, she continued, "Along the banks of the Qin Yang River in Yangzhou, many slender horses gather, especially around the Twenty-Four Bridges, where music and dance abound, and the air is thick with the scent of cosmetics. Twenty years ago, Yangzhou had two renowned teaching houses in Jiangnan, the Piaoyun House and the Sijia House. Celebrities, scholars, and wealthy salt merchants from the Jiangnan region flocked there, selecting their favored slender horses, spending a bit of silver to bring them home as concubines or maids." Twenty years ago, Yangzhou had two renowned teaching houses in Jiangnan, the Piaoyun House and the Sijia House. Celebrities, scholars, and wealthy salt merchants from the Jiangnan region flocked there, selecting their favored slender horses, spending a bit of silver to bring them home as concubines or maids.

At that moment, we were resting in the woods. Ling Xuan was about to drink water when, upon hearing the sound, her fingers stiffened, causing the water bottle to fall to the ground and splash water all over her. She curled up, burying her head in her knees, and sobbed quietly.

The crimson clouds flow in layers across the western sky, both beautiful and sorrowful; the red sun descends in the heavens, hanging on the treetops, quietly falling into the abyss of darkness, taking not a single wisp of cloud with it

I let out a cold smile, biting my lower lip in silence. I closed my eyes and gently nestled into the chest of the man before me, inhaling the warmth of his breath. In my vision, I could see his slightly stiff hand resting on my back.

Tang Shuyang's features were gentle and warm, with a smile full of affection. Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around my waist and clearly said, "Little girl, I will teach you not to know your place! This is the last time!"

She grew increasingly anxious, her eyes filled with earnest longing: "Sister, are you unwilling?" She smiled, released my hand, her bright eyes as clear as a gentle stream, yet beneath them lay a profound coldness, "Of course, sister is unwilling. Sister also likes Brother Tang Rong. How could I be so foolish?"

The night is cool as water, the sky is clear and vast, as pristine as a piece of black satin. The crescent moon hangs high, its light gently enveloping the surroundings, while the distant candlelight flickers dimly.

Aman ... ...

Brother Tang Rong said that he was the one who brought us out of Longcheng, as he did not want us to die innocently! Sister Xuan, is that not true?

Ling Xuan's smile on her cheeks was as gentle as a soft breeze: "That sounds wonderful! Sister Xuan, we have to get up early tomorrow to continue our journey, shouldn't you return to your room to rest?"

"Don't you dare interfere!" I cried out, turning my back to him, and once again took off running, indignantly saying, "Don't follow me anymore!"

Lu Shuyi looked at me and then at her, her pale face becoming even more ashen, anxiously comforting, "Aman, please calm down." She grasped my arm, "Aman, it's not like that, let me explain..."

A moment of astonishment passed, I lowered my gaze, pondered slightly, and with an indifferent expression, asked: "What do you wish to say?"

Though my heart is filled with bitterness, I can only maintain a calm and composed smile. I said with ease: "There is nothing to be concerned about. You and Young Master Tang Rong are already acquainted. It is only natural that he should protect you on your journey south. If you were to walk hand in hand with him for a lifetime, that would also be entirely reasonable."

Ling Xuan was drenched, her face as pale as paper, with strands of hair sticking to her temples, droplets of water shimmering with a faint brilliance. She slowly regained consciousness, her dark pupils scanning the surroundings, briefly passing over my face, and finally settling on the slightly relaxed expression of Tang Rongxiaotian. Ning He’s face suddenly contorted, and she rose to embrace Tang Rongxiaotian, faint sounds of weeping emerging.

Ling Xuan smiled softly and said, "Sister Duanmu, I know that Brother Tang Rong likes you."

He quietly stepped in front of me, forcing me to stop, his eyes filled with laughter, yet his face turned serious: "Again it's thank you, again it's sorry, you've made me both a good person and a bad person, what more can I say?"

In order to pursue Tang Rongxiaotian, does she have to become my enemy? Could it be that Tang Rongxiaotian has already expressed his feelings to her? Hence, Ling Xuan is venting her anger on me? ... Ha, she must think that I want to ... compete with her for Tang Rongxiaotian, which is why she harbors such hostility towards me? Well, no matter what, she has known him longer than I have, so why should I interfere?

Lu Shuyi warmly asked, "Does your younger sister have someone she admires?"

Ling Xuan looked at me eagerly and asked in surprise, "Is it true? Does my sister really think so?"

In the stillness of the deep night, just moments ago my eyelids felt heavy, yet now I am completely wide awake. The temple is shrouded in darkness, and the pile of bonfire in the center has already extinguished, but a pool of milk-like moonlight spills onto the ground, slowly flowing and illuminating a corner of the world, making the dark temple appear somewhat clearer in its haze.

An important piece of news was heard in the conversation among the refugees: At the hour of the Dog on March 19, the last emperor of the Daling dynasty committed self-immolation in the Qingning Palace. One day later, the three empresses hanged themselves. The empress dowager... attempted to hang herself several times, but to no avail, and her whereabouts later became unknown

"Did she push you?" Tang Rongxiao said in astonishment, slowly raising his head to look at me. A droplet of water suddenly fell from the tip of his brow, and a varying shade of doubt gradually appeared in his bright eyes

The faint fragrance lingers, yet it is so cold and desolate. The lights in the distance have all gone out, leaving only the moonlight and gentle breeze on the Sanli Bridge, along with a solitary figure filled with sorrow. ... I slowly crouch down on the ground, dejectedly covering my face, tears streaming down ... ? ... I rejected him because I did not know whether to accept him— I still love Xining Huaiyu, how could I accept him ... ? However, he is so good, treating me so well ... ...... I rejected him because I did not know whether to accept him— I still love Xining Huaiyu, how could I accept him ... ? However, he is so good, treating me so well ... ...

Ling Xuan and Ling Zheng crouched down, anxiously calling out: "Sister, sister..."

Lu Shuyi said in disbelief: "But... how have I never heard of this?"

Lu Shuyi changed the subject and gently said, "Is there any other family in Yangzhou besides your younger sister?"

I nodded gently, yet with unwavering determination

Suddenly, I noticed a figure standing in front of me, and I came to an abrupt stop, nearly colliding with his chest; my heart raced as I took two steps back, my cheeks flushed, and I lowered my head. Yet, I felt it was not my fault; it was he who stood silently, turning without a sound. I then raised my head to meet his gaze, finding his expression calm and gentle.

I walked slowly behind him, completely ignoring the several piercing gazes directed at me from behind. The wind rustled the treetops, and the emerald leaves brushed against each other, producing a soft sound. The evening breeze lifted his dark hair, revealing a subtle yet confident demeanor

I increasingly felt it was pretentious, and my strength diminished significantly, gradually leading me to stop in a state of dejection. A faint blush of laughter spread across my cheeks, and I lowered my head in acknowledgment, feeling his warm fingers tighten around my wrist. As I gently pulled away, I inadvertently caught sight of a pair of figures standing under a tree at an angle ahead of me, their soft hair fluttering lightly in the breeze, the cold, hard black robes subtly shifting. The handsome face was shrouded in the dim twilight, its features blurred, revealing no discernible emotions.

The cool evening breeze lifted the hem of my plain white robe, and I said softly, "I am fine"

In the following two days, Jiang Xue was silent and taciturn, speaking to me with cold words and never showing a smile. Her delicate face was tightly drawn. I did not take it to heart, treating it as if I had not seen it at all

I stared at him blankly, feeling slightly dazed

Three travelers set off together southward. After two days of travel, they encountered refugees along the way, in groups or in pairs, all with faces covered in dust, emaciated bodies, and tattered clothing, moving with a shuffling gait like walking corpses

Ling Xuan's expression tightened as she glanced at me, grasped his robe sleeve, and anxiously explained: "Brother Tang Rong, it has nothing to do with my sister, she did not intend to push me... my sister did it unintentionally..."

Even though she knows in her heart that it was I who yielded, I cannot say it outright—her pride, her self-esteem, do not allow others to 'yield' to her, to 'bestow' upon her; this is true for both people and matters. She is dressed in a plain silk gown, with only the edges of her sleeves adorned with delicate roses, pink and crimson, resembling the cherry-red lips on her pale complexion

It seemed to be Tang Shuyang's urgent cry. What, has he woken up? Then, did he hear the conversation just now? I quickened my pace, covering my mouth and nose as I ran wildly, ignoring his increasingly loud shouts. Warm tears slipped through my fingers, as if the most tender sky in my heart had been forcefully invaded, no longer perfect and flawless

Miss Duanmu need not be overly modest! Tang Rongxiao Tiantian took off his outer robe and draped it over me, casually holding my shoulders with a gentle grip. His bright eyes sparkled with brilliance, and deep within them lay a profound sense of apology. I heard everything she said to you...

Hua Meier smiled gently and said, "I understand, sister's kindness, Meier appreciates it. " She lightly supported herself and continued, "Perhaps, in one or two years, I will no longer be alone, I ... am waiting for him ... "

Two important women are naturally Jiang Xue, the owner of Hong Xue Lou, and Hua Mei'er, the leading courtesan. They are also heading to Yangzhou, but it is unclear why Jiang Xue abandoned the Hong Xue Lou in Luo Du to go to Yangzhou

Ling Xuan stepped forward and took my hand, her eyes shimmering with tears, her voice soft and slightly choked: "Sister, I know you gave Tang Rong to me out of pity, thank you, sister!"

She smiled at me, her dark brows slightly raised, her face devoid of any hint of disgust, yet exuding a surprisingly provocative air. Following this, she swept her sleeve with a flourish and turned to leave, her posture proud.

Perhaps! His voice was deep and somewhat cool, like the evening breeze slipping through one's fingers. He sighed lightly, saying, "Miss Duanmu is burdened with worries; she is no longer the Miss Duanmu I once knew."

Ling Xuan trembled all over, delicate and fragile: "I don't know what's wrong... It's cold, so cold..."

Tang Shuyang responded with a smile: "That is not the case; it is merely that I can still discern a thing or two about Miss Duanmu's thoughts."

Lu Shuyi exclaimed: "I never would have thought! I am quite familiar with Madam Duanmu, yet one would never guess that she hails from a humble background."

A hand grasped my arm, firmly halting my running pace. His deep voice was laced with anger: "Where do you think you're running to? Out in the wilderness, as a girl, aren't you afraid..."

I looked at him fearlessly and said with a smile, "So what do you want me to do?"

He smiled apologetically and said, "Miss Duanmu, you flatter me!" He then turned to face the sky, "The name is exquisite, and this flute is also excellent; it must be the Heavenly Fragrance and Pure Jade Flute, for only the Heavenly Fragrance and Pure Jade Flute can produce such beautiful flute music.

The gentle breeze stirs, and the midnight chill seeps into the bones, intricately woven.

I have vaguely heard of the phrase "gazing at flowers by the water," which suggests an inflated self-image that leads to an inability to extricate oneself. At this moment, am I also gazing at flowers by the water? However, my mother has always been unwilling to tell me what is wrong with my eyes resembling hers. Why is my mother so sorrowful?

Ling Xuan's pale cheeks displayed a hint of restrained surprise: "Really? Did sister agree?"

Madam Duanmu is indeed a kind and approachable elder, possessing a noble demeanor that is both pure and unadorned

"Is my younger sister also going to Yangzhou?" Lu Shuyi said with a smile, her voice slightly husky

Miss Duanmu

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the varied, gentle breaths of the crowd audible

A gust of cold wind rushed by, stirring my hair... With a splash, a dark figure leaped into the stream, causing the tranquil waters to erupt in brilliant splashes of water...

On this day, resting for a night in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city, Tang Shuyang stood guard by the door, his posture relaxed

The slender horse is not a courtesan from the brothels of fireworks and willows, nor from the elegant towers of Qin and Chu. Madam Duanmu and my mother are both rare beauties, possessing both talent and appearance, unparalleled in Yangzhou for decades, and their aura is naturally different

Tang Shuyang finally said: "You are not sad for them"

I was stunned, closing my eyes, my mind filled with the graceful smile and cold gaze of Ling Xuan, along with all the past joys... I said sorrowfully: "Brother Tang Rong, please do not force me... I beg you, do not force me!"

He turned to face me and said gently, "This tune is wonderful, what is it called?"

I smiled gently: "How could I not welcome you? From now on, you two sisters can treat the Duanmu residence as your own home."

I turned my face to look, and not far away stood a motionless black shadow, holding a jade flute horizontally, with black hair gently swaying in the breeze, exuding a majestic demeanor, while the distant dim light cast a faint dark glow around him

I am not sure, but after you left the palace that day, we stayed with grandmother. After having dinner, for some reason, Sister Xuan and I fell into a drowsy sleep. When we woke up, it was already noon the next day, and we were on the carriage. Brother Tang Rong said...

Tang Shuyang looked at me with a narrow gaze, nodding with a smile. My cheeks grew increasingly hot as I stared at him, yet my eyes became colder. The smile on his cheek deepened, appearing both mocking and teasing, before he spoke again in a low voice: "At this moment, such a demeanor is even more astonishing."

With such thoughts, I found myself unable to sleep any longer. Tossing and turning, the more awake I became, the more I felt compelled to rise, don my outer garment, and step out of the inn, strolling towards the nearby Sanli Bridge

My shock is no less than that of Lu Shuyi, how could this be? No one has ever told me that my mother is a slender horse from Yangzhou! No, it can't be, it must be that Hua Meier made a mistake!

His tone suddenly turned cold: "Do you really want me to like her and treat her well?"

Lu Shuyi exclaimed in shock: "What? Jiang Jia? Is it... is it the second wife of Lord Duanmu, Jiang Jia?"

Gazing at the reflection in the water, her figure is slender, her waist delicate, pure and unadorned yet gracefully enchanting. Father says that our Aman may not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she is enough to captivate all. Mother often tells me, Aman, you must not look at others that way, especially at the men of the world, cough... your eyes are exactly like your mother's... Mother often tells me, Aman, you must not look at others that way, especially at the men of the world, cough... your eyes are exactly like your mother's...

With a slight stir in my heart, I furrowed my brows and asked, "Where is the old lady? And... where are the others?"

The one I regarded as my beloved husband married my closest sister, leading to a shocking upheaval in the empire. My mother fell gravely ill, family members became estranged, and the relationship between my sisters turned increasingly hostile. Everything happened so swiftly that it caught me completely off guard, and I began to doubt myself, wondering how I could endure until now. I couldn't help but smile, albeit a bit coldly: "Perhaps so!"

I have no relatives, and I do not even know who my father is. My mother did not tell me before she passed away. " Hua Meier said calmly, "And I do not wish to know who my father truly is.

Ling Xuan tightened her grip on my wrist, her voice urgent yet frail: "Sister, you cannot take him away..."

I gently parted my lips: "I'm a bit tired, let me lean on you for a moment"

Tang Rongxiao carried Ling Xuan ashore and laid her on the grass. He knelt on the ground, his thick brows furrowed deeply, gently patting her cheek, anxiously calling out: "Xuan'er, Xuan'er..."

I turned my gaze towards the gently flowing stream, where the water was crystal clear, revealing the pebbles and swaying aquatic plants at the bottom.

It is the voice of a woman. I looked towards the west side of the dilapidated temple and saw two slender figures standing on the grass, the gentle breeze stirring, their skirts fluttering, exuding an air of solitude and purity. Lu Shuyi was dressed in a dark gray brocade robe, her figure delicate and ethereal; Hua Meier wore a pearl pink silk dress, serene and pleasing.

I was deeply taken aback; her gentle voice and appearance conveyed words that pierced my heart with coldness

My aunt hanged herself, and my great-aunt is missing. I should naturally feel sorrow, yet what deepens my grief even more is the scene I just witnessed

Lu Shuyi sighed and said: "My sister is also a lovesick woman, and as her elder sister, I truly feel ashamed"

Tang Rongxiao tightly embraced me, yet his strength was gentle. His voice was filled with deep pain: "I do not wish to force you; I only ask that you do not reject me, do not turn me away because of her..."

Lu Shuyi nodded slightly and said, "I have heard a little about it; thin horses are categorized into different grades, and the higher the grade, the higher the price."

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound intertwined with the melancholic sound of the xiao, giving rise to a refreshing hue, as if it were a dusk with drizzling rain, yet suddenly rays of sunset light pierced through, filling the sky with vibrant colors

I let out a cold snort, my expression indifferent: "Brother Tang, you are putting in so much effort, aren't you tired?"

I gently patted her frail shoulder and comforted her for a while before asking, "How did you end up here? Are you alone?"

A sudden chill enveloped me, as the stream of water poured over my body, from head to toe, leaving no part untouched by the cold. ... Yet his doubtful gaze felt like an ice pick, slowly piercing into my chest ...

I grasped her slender arm with my hand turned back, a smile of delight tugging at the corners of my lips, a silent smile infused with boundless bitterness: "Would I deceive my sister?"

I said slowly: "Sister, your great kindness will always be remembered in my heart."

Sister— I stood there foolishly, my mind a blank.

"Is my sister going to wait indefinitely?" Lu Shuyi asked in surprise

Hua Meier exclaimed: "Sister, you are broad-minded, do not look down on me, and even refer to me as a sister. Hua Meier is truly touched..." Hua Meier's ethereal voice floated with a hint of coolness, "The fate of women in the dust of the world has always been tragic; those who meet a good end are indeed rare. Madam Duanmu is much luckier than my mother."

I smiled gently, playing that little tune... The soft and profound sound of the xiao flowed from between my lips and fingers, spilling into the gentle breeze and tranquil moonlight, drifting leisurely towards the distant dark night

Hua Meier turned her gaze towards the boundless darkness in the distance: "I don't know either... Perhaps, one day, when I feel tired, I will just stop waiting."

So warm and affectionate! A sudden pain strikes deep within, as if a cold wind brushes against my face, my cheeks turning icy—this is my choice, it should be so—yet, why does my heart ache? I see Tang Rongxiao holding her tightly in his embrace, Ling Xuan gradually awakening, her delicate brows furrowing, and suddenly she wraps her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder and weeping softly.

With a low startled cry, Ling Xuan unexpectedly lost her balance and fell backward... In a moment of panic, I hurriedly grabbed her hand, but her smooth hand struggled fiercely to break free from my grasp—her eyes were dazed as she tumbled toward the stream...

I shook my head, vigorously shaking my head, with my eyes closed, not wanting to see the look of pain on his face

He excitedly grasped my shoulders, and I only felt a slight pain: "She has no ill intentions, but..." He wanted to pull me into his embrace, but my whole body stiffened, and I exerted strength to restrain his actions. I could see a faint anger rising on his handsome face, "I don't want you to get hurt..."

The wind has risen, and a rustling sound can be heard in the forest. Behind me, faint footsteps approach, gradually becoming clearer. Then, a voice, cool and soothing, comes through: "Miss Duanmu, please accept my condolences"

Lu Shuyi was moved and said: "He is truly a good person. If it weren't for him, A Man and I would both... cough..."

The delicate voice carries its own authority! There is a hint of dominance in the lightly mocking tone! Without needing to raise my head, I already know who the speaker is—Ling Xuan

He walked towards me slowly, sitting beside me on the bridge railing. The duet of the xiao and di was clear and resonant, intertwining and harmonizing like a pair of mandarin ducks, inseparable and devoted. I smiled faintly, focusing on the music, yet I couldn't help but be distracted. He had never heard this piece before, yet he was able to follow my melody closely, not missing a single note, clearly a master of musical rhythm.

He chuckled softly, his laughter bright as the full moon, startling the birds perched in the treetops, which flitted away in a flurry. He said, "That's right. Find a mirror and take a look; the way you furrow your brows is quite frightening."

With a soft chuckle, there were two voices, yet the same tone; it was a knowing smile of mutual understanding, and it was a self-deprecating irony born of helplessness

That is the captivating gaze of crimson snow

Ling Xuan glanced at me, her eyes filled with a bewildered light, yet she had no choice but to obey her sister and turned back to her room

I took his hand, my brows tinged with a hint of hazy sorrow, and softly said: "I understand, Brother Tang Rong, that you have spent a long time with her, and you will come to appreciate her virtues... I, of course, do not possess the noble grace and beauty of a princess, and you should... treat her well..."

Ling Xuan walked towards me, her graceful figure swaying, and her simple dress could not conceal her breathtaking beauty: "Sister Duanmu, do you know? I hope to see you in Yangzhou, rather than here!"

Close at hand, his fervent breath wafted over, causing me to tremble slightly. Yet I remained perplexed, my eyes devoid of any ripples: "Brother Tang, your words and actions are profound and inscrutable; what teachings do you have to impart?"

Ling Xuan turned around and grasped the sleeve of my robe, her delicate face, illuminated by the light of the glazed glass, was tinged with sorrow: "I do not wish for my sister to repay me, but rather, in this time of great upheaval for our country and the changing of landscapes, I find myself utterly alone. Brother Tang Rong... is my only support. Can you bear to let me be forever solitary and without aid?" She looked at me with deep sadness, her eyes filled with despair, "I have never asked anything of my sister before, but this time, I hope for your compassion, do not let Brother Tang Rong..."

In front of the dilapidated temple stand several towering poplar trees, solitary and somewhat cold. A pure round moon floats in the inky sky, its cool light spreading across the wilderness, like a layer of ethereal gauze enveloping everything, as clean as a baby's face

Tang Rongxiao gently patted her shoulder and comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright." He was completely soaked, the hem of his black robe dripping with water, and the streams of water from his temples flowed down, sliding down his jaw, as if falling into my heart... The chill of the stream spread out... He removed her arm and brushed aside her damp hair, "Alright, it's fine... You were saying so well, how did you fall into the water?"

After half a month of bustling about, Ling Xuan's cheeks appeared increasingly gaunt, her delicate snow-like skin seemed to smile as she said: "It is wonderful to meet Sister Duanmu here! We are also heading south to Yangzhou, and from now on, we will have company on the road. Sister Duanmu, would you welcome me and Sister Xuan to visit the Duanmu residence?"

On this day, a group of people stopped by the stream to rest, sitting together on the grass to satisfy their hunger and engage in casual conversation. I stood up and approached the stream, crouching by the bank to scoop up water and wash my dust-covered face. The stream flowed gently, producing a tinkling sound, splashing fine droplets of water. Under the sunlight, it sparkled as if sprinkled with fragments of gold, shining brilliantly like flowing gold and spilling jade.

At this moment, I suddenly recall the heart-wrenching voice of Huaiyu in Xining: "Qing'er, do not force me, do not force me..." I finally understand how much he was suffering at that time, yet he had no choice but to reject me

I looked at him coldly and said indifferently: "If you heard it, then you heard it, it doesn't matter. You shouldn't blame her either, Ling Xuan has no ill intentions..."

Lu Shuyi let out a light sigh and said awkwardly: "With your unparalleled beauty and talent, you will surely find someone who understands and cherishes you. If you wish to regain your freedom, I... can offer a little assistance... Please do not misunderstand, I mean no harm..."

I sit on the railing of the bridge, caressing the jade flute in my hand, my mind filled with the gentle and graceful face of my mother...! ... There are still half a month before I can reach Yangzhou, Mother, you must wait for Aman!

With a pang in my heart, I opened my eyes and fixed my gaze upon him, coldly stating: "I have already said that this was created by my mother; I only recited it because I was reminded of her."

Several figures stood by the stream, some tense, some relaxed, and some with a hint of amusement

Miss Duanmu—cannot go—

Crimson Snow! Ha, the man beside me, and the women surrounding me, I feel like an out-of-place person who has suddenly intruded into an inappropriate setting. No wonder they reject me and harbor animosity towards me. Only being solitary brings a sense of ease and detachment, free from the concerns of others.

Yes, she is indeed the second wife of Lord Duanmu, and should be the mother of Miss Duanmu. Hua Meier stated with certainty, as she brushed her hair back, "This is what my mother told me personally. In fact, my mother and Lady Duanmu were very close friends privately, sharing a deep bond of mutual understanding. It is just that my mother had a hard life, ending up with a tragic fate."

I raised my fists and struck at his chest, but to my surprise, he allowed my fists to land on his chest, permitting my anger to vent upon him— I had expected him to seize my wrists and stop my aggression

With immense joy in my heart, I smiled and said, "Brother Tang Rong, you have great insight!"

A glance to the side revealed that Lu Shuyi's figure was already gone. Where could she have run off to? It is strange; it is late at night and the dew is heavy. Why is she not resting properly? Although the cold wind has improved somewhat, it is still unbearable in the chill of the night

Sister, please don't make fun of me, it's for the best. Hua Meier said bitterly, then suddenly asked, "By the way, why did you also return to Yangzhou? Didn't the young master from Xining accompany you?"

"I won't listen! I won't listen! You are all bad people, talking behind others' backs. How can you do this?" I shouted sharply, forcefully shaking off Lu Shuyi's grip, tears blurring my vision, pointing at Hua Meier, I angrily said, "My mother is not the thin horse you mentioned; your mother is the thin horse. Why must you say my mother is also a thin horse?"

The song and the lyrics were composed on the occasion of my mother's birthday; they are a small gift I present to her—an expression of the deep affection between my mother and father

Ling Xuan leaned lightly against a tree, laughing and chatting with Tang Rong Xiaotian, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her smile charming and her beautiful eyes sparkling. Suddenly, upon hearing something, her smile froze, her lips moved slightly, yet no words came forth, her complexion abruptly turned pale as snow. Immediately after, she seemed to collapse like falling leaves. Just in time, Tang Rong Xiaotian caught her, calling softly: "Xuan'er... Xuan'er..."

Lu Shuyi awkwardly said: "He has some important matters and cannot accompany me back to Yangzhou." With lingering fear in her heart, she trembled as she spoke, "Speaking of this journey, I truly owe it to A Man and Young Master Tang. If it weren't for Young Master Tang arriving just in time, the consequences... would be unimaginable"

"Do not say anything! You only make me feel disgusted!" I screamed indiscriminately, turned on my heels and ran away, dashing into the darkness ahead, aimlessly.

Hua Meier's figure is even more slender and graceful compared to Lu Shuyi: "I am originally from Yangzhou, my mother was a slender horse from Yangzhou. Ten years ago, my mother passed away due to illness, and a gentleman brought me to Luodu, entrusting me to the care of an old madam in a brothel. Ten long years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I never expected that in this lifetime, I would have the opportunity to offer a stick of incense at my mother's grave."

That is Ling Xuan and Tang Rong Xiao Tian. If this can make him treat Ling Xuan with unwavering devotion, what harm is there in making him sad once again? What harm is there in tarnishing one's own innocence?

Tang Rongxiao tightly embraced me, each word striking into my bones: "I do not believe!" His voice was deep as the sea, the earnest words resonating in my ears, "Two swallows flying together, two hearts longing for each other. The appearance has changed, yet the feelings remain unchanged. Two enter the curtain, two exit the veil. If you do not like me, why recite these lines?"

A sudden tightness gripped my heart, and I turned my head to glance at him in confusion before looking ahead again, my voice calm as I said: "Could it be that Brother Tang can also see through your thoughts?"

I turned away, no longer willing to witness this scene that brings me sorrow

Tang Shuyang lowered his head in silence, allowing me to pull him back. He must have been aware of my intentions; with his exceptional skills, how could he not know? I finally let go and, feeling apologetic, said: "Brother Tang, thank you! I am sorry..."

No, she is deliberately slandering my mother. My mother is dignified and graceful, gentle and virtuous, knowledgeable of both ancient and modern times, and skilled in household management. She shares a deep bond with my father, and everyone in the Duanmu family respects her. This is especially true for my three half-brothers, who treat her with great respect and amiability, showing no signs whatsoever of being a woman of ill repute. Hua Mei'er, why would you say such a thing?

Since our last parting, I have been thinking of my sister, and I never expected to encounter her here

I responded lightly, saying, "Alright, this shall not happen again!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I was startled; ahead stood a stunning figure with flowing black hair, her garments fluttering, and her posture graceful. In an instant, she turned and floated away.

Ling Xuan also gazed at the stream and calmly said: "Sister, do you still remember? At the end of last summer, Father Emperor encountered you by chance at the Snowfall Pavilion, astonished by your beauty, and wished to take you as a consort. I did not want you to spend a splendid life in the cold and desolate palace. After a long conversation with Father Emperor throughout the night, you were finally able to leave the palace and return to Yang.

The fragmented light of the clear stream glimmers, dancing into her eyes, transforming into delicate shards of brilliance. How could I possibly forget? Ling Xuan pitied me for being young and destined to waste my life, but more so, she was unwilling for her mother to have another concubine vying for favor.

Tang Shuyang let out a faint sigh, a sigh so subtle that it instantly vanished into the cool breeze. Suddenly, he pulled me close, his voice low and muffled: "As long as you are tired, I can lend you my shoulder to lean on!"

I turned to look at the silently flowing river, avoiding his increasingly fiery gaze, and softly said: "'The Flowing Light and Shaking Affection,' this is a tune created by my mother." I sincerely praised, "You are able to play along with me perfectly, your mastery of musical harmony is so high that I, a humble girl, cannot compare!"

Perhaps she harbors resentment towards her father. He brought her into this world but remained indifferent, which is something no one can come to terms with

A first-rate slender horse must possess skills such as playing the piano, playing the flute, reciting poetry, writing, painting, and playing Go. At that time, the most expensive and exceptional slender horse at the Slim Horse Floating Cloud Workshop was naturally my mother, Hua Piaopiao, while the Silk Reed Workshop was... Jiang Jia.

Sister, there is no need to take it to heart. In fact, I have never spoken to anyone about this; rather, I wish to share it with someone. However, I fear that you may not be able to bear these old stories. If it were not for Sister Jiangxue's concern about the unpredictable situation in Luodu and her determination to venture to Yangzhou to create a new world, I would not have had the opportunity to accompany you!

In a moment of distraction, a graceful reflection appeared in the water. I thought what awaited me was the crimson snow, but it was Ling Xuan, my once dear younger sister

Ling Xuan suddenly paused, slowly raising her head, her eyes hazy and filled with confusion as she looked at her sister, her slightly pale face showing a hint of fear. I turned to look and saw Ling Xuan standing coldly in the courtyard, dressed in a simple shirt and skirt, her long hair flowing, her expression weary, gazing at me with a demeanor that was neither warm nor cold.

The two figures remained still, resembling two statues, eternally gazing at me and the man embracing me. My body was warm, yet a pair of icy hands grasped my heart, shattering the slight warmth. Suddenly, I took Tang Shuyang's large hand and said with a smile, "Let us go back!"

I furrowed my brow, a hint of anger surfacing, and questioned: "Is my frowning expression frightening?"

He shouted, "This is unfair!" Suddenly, he released me, his arms flailing helplessly, his eyes filled with deep red shock and pain, his face displaying a childish dissatisfaction and defiance. "You like me, don't you? You only rejected me because of her, didn't you?"

Ling Xuan sobbed, her words unclear as she said: "Sister Xuan accompanied me, and it was Brother Tang Rong who protected us all the way to here"

It turns out that Jiang Xue is going to Yangzhou... In that case, Tang Shuyang is escorting them to Yangzhou

My eyes burned with intensity, tears filled my eyes, and I forced myself to swallow all the bitterness as I said sorrowfully: "Do you know that she is my dear sister? I cannot let her down. She likes you so much; why don't you like her? You could try to accept her, and gradually, you would come to like her."

The Tianxiang Qinyuxiao is one of the three extraordinary flutes in the world, a perfect match for a beautiful person, an absolute match!" Tang Rongxiao sighed deeply. I understood that his praise was not insincere flattery or commendation, but rather a heartfelt expression, with deep emotions flowing within this heartfelt voice... He turned to look at me and teased, "A good flute, a good tune, but are there any good lyrics?

"What happened? Is there really a problem?" Hua Meier exclaimed, "Boss Tang escorted us to Yangzhou, and on that day, he suddenly left without saying goodbye, leaving behind a note stating that he had urgent matters to attend to and had to set off first. It was only in the past few days that I learned he traveled for two days and nights to catch up with you. It turns out he predicted that you were in danger and rushed here without rest to save you"

Rising quietly, he slowly stepped out of the dilapidated temple. Standing by the door, he looked at Tang Shuyang, who was sleeping peacefully. His breathing was steady, and the soft moonlight fell perfectly on his face, illuminating the dark background with a gentle glow. His calm and untroubled face bore only the weight of deep slumber. Such a proud and handsome man, even in sleep, was utterly defenseless, exuding a gentleness and softness akin to that of a small kitten.

"Sister Duanmu," Ling Xuan softly called to me, reminiscent of scenes from years past. She gazed at me serenely amidst the swirling snow, her gentle smile graceful and delicate, her light purple feather cloak trailing across the vast snowy ground. Her skin was as smooth as cream, and her beauty was like pure snow. That smile was warm, yet at this moment, the underlying hue of her stream-like bright eyes was cool.

Her pair of eyes shone brightly like water, clear and illuminating, yet their underlying hue was no longer pure white like snow. I smiled gently and said, "Sister, you worry too much! Young Master Tang Rong treats you well, so why would I feel pity for you being without support?"

Suddenly, a warmth enveloped him, both body and mind basking in a gentle glow, filled with his essence. Suddenly, a subtle fragrance wafted in, entering his nostrils, faint yet captivating. Ah, the "wonder" of the heavenly fragrance of the jade flute lies in the fact that after it is played, a hidden aroma emerges, warm and smooth like jade, light and pure like water, yet irresistibly alluring

Xuan'er! Xuan'er!

As soon as I recited it, I regretted it; I truly should not have recited this poem. I turned my body slightly, a hint of shame passing through my brow, and shook my head with a smile, saying: "Brother Tang Rong, you flatter me! This poem was composed by my mother, and is not of my own making."

Ling Xuan smiled gently, her comforting eyes fluttering lightly, as if a sharp beam of light swiftly passed through her pitch-black pupils: "How could my sister deceive me? I know... Ah—"

Tang Shuyang predicted that I would be in danger and traveled for two days and nights to save me How could he be so haggard No wonder I feel a warmth in my heart, unable to be unmoved

Tang Shuyang gazed at me gently, a deeper smile forming at the corners of her lips: "Miss Duanmu from before seems to stand faintly before me!"

Hua Meier sighed and said: "Twenty years ago, many people are unaware of it. Moreover, with the Duanmu clan holding power in Jiangnan, it is not difficult to quietly hide a renowned thin horse within their residence. If there is an intention to seal off information, it becomes even more difficult for others to know."

Hua Meier urged, "Quickly change into a different outfit, don't catch a cold."

I nodded slightly, and a sudden chill of winter's icy water swept through my heart. She furrowed her delicate brows, and a tear rolled down her eyelid as she earnestly said: "Sister, both Father and Mother are gone, home and country are no more, there is nothing left, only I am here alone. But what about you, Sister? You still have your parents, your brother, and your family; you lack for nothing. But what about me? I only have Brother Tang Rong, only him..."

Hua Meier's delicate pink cheeks were brushed snow white, her brows and eyes were wide with surprise, and her trembling crimson lips looked at me awkwardly

I could no longer bear to listen, and rushed to their front, glaring fiercely at Hua Meier, I shouted excitedly: "You are lying, you are deceiving, my mother is not a thin horse, you are lying!"

Tang Rong praised with a clap, exclaiming: "Excellent words! Excellent words! Tonight, I am fortunate to witness Miss Duanmu's unparalleled flute music and talent in Yangzhou. I, Xiaotian, am truly blessed!"

Hua Meier nodded slightly, the gentle light enveloping her, creating a hazy and sorrowful atmosphere: "A year ago, I unintentionally met a man, as if it were destined by fate. We fell in love at first sight; he admired my music, and I was captivated by his sword dance. Perhaps this is what is commonly referred to as 'the courage of a swordsman and the heart of a musician.' Unfortunately, he wanders from place to place, without a fixed abode. After a hurried five days, he left Luodu... I have been waiting for him; it has been a year, and there has been no news."

He stood beside me, quietly, without uttering a word, simply accompanying me in a daze, gazing at the mist floating gently through the forest, the grayish-white fog, the pale blue twilight, and the cool, thin sky. Like a thorn in my back, I knew that not far away, a scorching gaze was piercing through the mist, approaching on the wind, fixing itself upon me, as if it intended to penetrate me.

"But I cannot treat her well; I only want to treat you well!" Tang Rongxiao Tian roared, gripping my arm tightly, forcing me to lift my head and meet his gaze, looking deep into his eyes—into that bottomless abyss of darkness, where a wild wind echoed, "Please do not torment me, alright?"

Tang Rongxiao Tian released me, staring at me intently for a long time, then coldly said: "Alright, I will do as you say!" His eyes were filled with deep crimson as he gently kissed my forehead, then resolutely turned and withdrew... His figure was solitary and indifferent, a profound indifference deeply rooted in his helplessness because of me

There is no need to turn my head, for I am well aware that his gaze is intensely burning and filled with a provocative aura; I gently close my eyes and slowly recite: "Two swallows flying together, two hearts longing for each other. Though appearances have changed, the heart remains steadfast. Both enter the curtain, both exit the veil."

Tang Shuyang walked away, leaving behind a soft phrase that drifted away with the wind: "Let's go for a walk over there"

After the song ended, I felt a rush of blood, my cheeks were burning hot, and my heart was racing, leaving me momentarily speechless. He, however, appeared unfazed, with a vibrant smile in his dark eyes, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Lu Shuyi mentioned to me the events of that night at Hongxue Tower. After I left Bipo Pavilion, Hua Meier invited them to Xiangge for a discussion. Lu Shuyi and Hua Meier found a great affinity with each other, engaging in lively conversation, feeling as if they had known each other for a long time. Unbeknownst to them, it was already the second watch of the night. Lu Shuyi and Xining Huai Shi estimated that I had already returned to the residence, so they accompanied each other back home.

I stood up and met her slightly provocative gaze, smiling obediently and saying, "Is there something you need from me, sister? Feel free to speak!"

Even when seeking assistance from others, Ling Xuan remains "unseeking"; there is a hint of command within her earnestness, a touch of desolation amidst her fragility, and her demeanor is one that does not yield to anyone. I gazed at her, my expression indifferent, saying nothing.

Not only them, but also Tang Rongxiaotian escorted Ling Xuan and Ling Xuan south to Yangzhou, passing through this place. When Ling Xuan saw me, I was just about to return to my room to rest. She called out to me in surprise, and when I turned back, she ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, weeping: "Sister ... ... "