Chapter 6, what a pity

However, I am more concerned about whether you, junior sister, have been injured

The moonlight is faint, and a deep and shallow dark green is outlined in the dense forest. All around is silent, with not even the sound of insects to be heard. Only the occasional breeze brushing past the tips of the grass creates a subtle sound in the woods, a sound that is almost imperceptible, further accentuating the profound depth of the entire mountain forest.

Pei Yuan exclaimed urgently, "Fourth Senior Brother, do not come closer, it is inappropriate to look."

The fourth senior brother stood stunned a yard away, staring at Pei Yuan's back, his expression shifting in his eyes.

The junior sister, whom I had never regarded properly, was illuminated by the firelight, revealing that she was remarkably beautiful, her features even more exquisite than my own.

Pei Yuan did not notice her own distraction; even if she had, she would only have thought that she was on the verge of collapse and her mind was unclear. She examined Meng Fuyao with the fire stick in her hand, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

It is truly a pity

On the cliff, the sound of the wind is silent

Meng Fuyao, you should leave, depart from here, and never return.

When a man has more choices, why does he not choose the better one

She looked at Meng Fuyao with a chilling gaze and said softly, "My people, do you dare to compete with me for them?"

The sound of falling stones from below the cliff continued for a long time before finally ceasing

However, even a one percent possibility is not permitted

Startled, Pei Yuan turned around. As she twisted her body, the clasp of the golden bracelet on her wrist unexpectedly caught the cuff of Meng Fuyao's sleeve. With a soft sound, a section of Meng Fuyao's sleeve was torn, revealing her smooth arm

Pei Yuan exclaimed in surprise, "Is it the Grand Tutor of the Wujie Dynasty who has arrived? The Grand Tutor is the esteemed teacher of His Highness the Crown Prince of Wujie. It is a privilege to meet the Grand Tutor, and I can only imagine the unparalleled grace of His Highness the Crown Prince."

Pei Yuan gazed at the young girl standing a yard away, observing how her graceful figure was outlined by the moonlight, each stroke revealing a captivating curve, crafted by the hands of creation. Her elegant demeanor was exquisite, and her delicate, translucent chin appeared even more lustrous and exquisite against the backdrop of darkness. Suddenly, a strong sense of unease surged within her heart

She crouched down to unlock Meng Fuyao's chains, but her fingers secretly pressed against a protruding rock on the ground

Oh no! I truly deserve to be blamed for not holding on tightly to my junior sister Fuyao... she has fallen.

In just the fleeting moment of a turn of the head, the shadow that wielded the sword as if dancing was no longer in sight of the books.

Indeed, the Yan family proposed marriage, and indeed, Senior Brother Yan still chose her

Pei Yuan's hand, holding the edge of the cloak, suddenly and silently reached into the bottom of the cloak

No. Pei Yuan's smile bloomed like spring flowers in the dim night, as she turned her delicate face towards the cliff below

However, that woman is surprisingly not a fool; she is indeed beautiful. She instinctively feels that she is a threat, a threat to the future of her happiness and fulfillment. How could she allow the splendid path she has laid out for herself to be destroyed by a potential threat

Upon hearing this sound, Meng Fuyao suddenly turned her head and was momentarily taken aback

She directed and performed herself, moving her fingers beneath the cloak, which trembled violently, making it appear as though two individuals were engaged in a rapid exchange of blows

Meng Fuyao was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at her. Pei Yuan gazed down at her with an air of superiority, her tone haughty

A low call suddenly came from behind, and Pei Yuan's fingers curled slightly as she turned around to see her fourth senior brother, who was responsible for guarding Meng Fuyao, striding over.

The red cloak swirled in mid-air, creating a vibrant curtain of colors that gracefully enveloped Meng Fuyao's arm

After some thought, he said, "Junior sister, your clothing is disheveled; the wind on this mountain is strong, so be careful not to catch a chill." As he spoke, he bent down, took off his red cloak, and first wrapped it around Meng Fuyao's bare arms.

A glint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. With a single finger, Meng Fuyao triggered a mechanism, causing a tightly sealed rock behind her to suddenly shift, revealing a hidden cliff. Immediately, Pei Yuan shook her hands fiercely, making a decisive throw.

Pei Yuan, however, felt that the performance had been sufficiently executed

Her tone was light and cheerful, as if singing, and her voice dissipated in the dark night breeze

As doubts arose in her heart, and feeling a bit reluctant to part with the wonderful scene from just now, Meng Fuyao's gaze could not help but drift back towards that direction.

So quiet, with no one passing by

As her fingers touched the skin, Meng Fuyao could only feel the chill of her fingertips

She has liked Senior Brother Yan for a long time. While others are unaware of his secret affair with Meng Fuyao, she has sensed some clues. She has never understood why Senior Brother Yan would be attracted to that useless ugly woman, but she has never let it trouble her. She possesses beauty, talent, status, and wisdom. In the world, who can surpass her?

Pei Yuan? What is she doing here at this late hour

You must already be aware of the engagement between Jing Chen and me. If it were not for the constraints of propriety, I would have returned to Yanjing with him that night. Meng Fuyao, Jing Chen will be my husband, and I do not wish for you to appear before him again in the future

Brother Yan is an intelligent person; does he not understand how much marrying her would benefit him? And apart from her, who else is worthy of his excellence?

Junior Sister

She stared blankly at Meng Fuyao, momentarily forgetting her purpose for coming.

Suddenly, Pei Yuan exclaimed, "Ah! Junior Sister Fu Yao, what are you doing? Why do you have a dagger hidden in your sleeve? Ah!"

Upon raising her head, she saw Pei Yuan, who was looking down at her. The smile that had just been on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a fierce expression between his brows

The fourth elder brother approached with confusion, tilting his head but seeing nothing at all

The fourth senior brother cast a sidelong glance and obediently halted his steps, smiling as he said, "Junior sister, I heard that an esteemed guest is arriving, and the master has asked you to meet with them"

Pei Yuan's gaze was solemn, yet a faint smile appeared on her face

Pei Yuan curled her lips into a slight disdainful arc and said softly, "I hope you are not just putting on a brave face while your heart is elsewhere. Since you also do not wish to see him, then keep your distance and do not entangle him any further"

With a loud crash, the sound of a body falling echoed, and Meng Fuyao couldn't even let out a gasp before her body plummeted straight down

Pei Yuan gracefully turned around, her red cloak swirling with vibrant colors. She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide open, and let out a belated exclamation, yet her tone bore no hint of surprise

Pei Yuan looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, remaining silent

Pei Yuan had been standing at the cave entrance for quite some time, observing Meng Fuyao, who was hidden in the darkness, gazing blankly into the distance in a state of exhaustion. She remained motionless, prompting Pei Yuan to clear her throat softly.

Meng Fuyao raised her head and smiled, "Exactly, I feel the same way."

Is that so..." The Fourth Senior Brother gazed at her intently, "That is her own doing." He leaned forward to glance down the cliff, which was shrouded in deep darkness, obscuring any view of the surroundings. The Fourth Senior Brother shook his head and murmured, "What a pity, this cliff is so high..."

Suddenly frowning and lamenting, "Alas, I kindly offered her a coat, yet she took the opportunity to plot against me. How can one explain this..."

Meng Fuyao felt a wave of melancholy in her heart, but soon consoled herself—perhaps it truly was an immortal dancing with a sword; how could a mere mortal possess such grace

Meng Fuyao was taken aback, and before she could respond, she suddenly felt the fingertips gripping her arm slip away. In the blink of an eye, several vital points on her right arm were struck, causing half of her body, along with her mute point, to become immediately numb