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Yin Xihui was stunned when he heard this.

"You feel very sharp."

The next second, Luo Shaoqin pushed the door open and walked in.

Qiu Puryue looked at him quietly without saying anything.

"How is it? Can you get out of bed and walk?" Luo Shaoqin looked at her and asked.

“Who are you——?” Qiu Puryue blinked.

"Luo Shaoqin, you should have heard of me."

Qiu Puryue pursed her lips.

She hasn't heard of it.

Her father had been keeping her under house arrest all along, making her master the things her mother taught her before her death. She had been isolated from the outside world and only recently learned about the royal relationships.

But even if Qiu Puyue didn't say anything, the two people next to him could still see the clues. Yin Xihui didn't react. Luo Shaoqin was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.

"Yuqing Temple is dead." Luo Shaoqin said to Yin Xihui, "I just got the news."

"Who killed him?" Yin Xihui was somewhat surprised. Yuqing Temple had already reached the heavenly realm, and there were very few people who could fight against him. Who could have the ability to kill him quietly?

Was it the Yuhua royal family who did it?

There was quite a bit of commotion a few days ago, but it was forcibly suppressed. The only people who had the ability to do so were a few people in power in Yuhua.

Either they are from aristocratic families or they are from the royal family.

But there is a problem...

Yin Xi pondered.

Who is in charge of the royal family now?

Is it the emperor?

Yin Xihui frowned and looked up at Luo Shaoqin: "What are you going to do?"

"What are you going to do?" Luo Shaoqin crossed his arms. "If Yuqing Temple dies, do you think Yuqing Ling will let it go?"

"So what if she doesn't agree? We came to Yuqing Temple secretly, and not many people know about it. Even if she goes to make trouble with Emperor Yuhua, she won't be in the right." Yin Xi frowned.

"Some things don't need to be justified." Luo Shaoqin sneered, "I heard that Emperor Yuhua and Wang Ji of the Wang family are not on good terms, and the purpose of their visit this time is also for this. Do you think that if she makes random accusations in public, will the situation become chaotic?"

Yin Xihui thought of a possibility after being reminded by him, and his face turned bad: "...No way? She is not stupid, her daughter is still here."

"What if Yin Fangyun leaves?"

"How is it possible?" Yin Xihui looked at him suddenly, his brows almost pressed together, "The competition is not over yet, she can't take Yin Fangyun away from Luoyun."

"That's why I said just in case." Luo Shaoqin remained calm, "Besides... you've lived in this place for quite a long time."

Yin Xihui's pupils moved slightly and the corners of his lips pursed slightly.

Luo Shaoqin stared at him calmly, "How about it? Let's go visit her tomorrow. After all, she is yours... and my sister."

"It's okay that they don't care about it because there has been no movement for such a long time. You should go and confirm it."

"..."

Yin Xihui lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, and nodded: "I understand."

"I will visit you tomorrow."

Only then did Luo Shaoqin nod.

After Luo Shaoqin left, Yin Xihui sat there in silence for a long time without moving, until Qiu Puryue held his hand.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Qiu Puyue asked with some concern.

"...No." Yin Xihui forced a smile, "You should just take good care of your injuries."

Qiu Puryue lowered her eyes, remained silent for a moment, and said softly, "Thank you."

Yin Xihui: “What?”

"Thank you... for saving me at that time."

Yin Xihui stared at her straightly. Qiu Puryue lowered her head, her expression obscured by the shadow.

"...No." Yin Xihui suddenly said for some reason, "I didn't help at all. It was Tian Miao and a strange man who helped me. I..."

Yin Xihui stared at her face closely, unwilling to miss even the slightest change.

"I actually arrived a long time ago, but I didn't show up because I felt that I couldn't get rid of Liu Qingfeng. It was the same when I saw you on the verge of death. I didn't think there was any need to save you, so I planned to just leave. That's why I didn't do anything."

Yin Xihui calmly and slowly explained the situation at that time: "...So, you don't need to thank me."

After he finished speaking, Yin Xihui looked at her quietly, waiting for her reaction.

What will it be?

Surprised, hurt, disappointed, disgusted...

What will it be?

Under Yin Xihui's mixed gaze, Qiu Puryue raised her head with the corners of her eyebrows slightly raised, seeming a little surprised, but soon calmed down.

"Oh...I see." Qiu Puryue glanced at him, closed her eyes, and nodded, "I understand."

Got it, what next?

Yin Xihui didn't say anything.

"But thank you anyway. After all, you showed up in the end..." Qiu Puryue smiled, without any negative emotions in her eyes. "Even if you didn't show up, I can understand."

In the face of Yin Xihui's surprised gaze, Qiu Purue smiled gently: "You told me a long time ago, your choice..."

Yin Xihui was stunned.

"Didn't you tell me when we met 44 in the mountains?"

The girl's eyes flickered softly, and she seemed to sincerely feel that there was nothing wrong.

"You've already told me what your choice will be. And it's precisely because I can accept and understand your choice that I will continue to date you. You don't have to feel any pressure."

"I have already prepared for this outcome, so I won't hate staying away from you because of it."

Qiu Puryue seemed to see that he was worried and smiled comfortingly: "I will work hard to become stronger and try not to let this happen again."

Qiu Puryue spoke for a long time, but Yin Xihui did not respond.

He just stared at her blankly, meeting her gaze which changed from gentle to puzzled to increasingly uneasy. His deep black eyes were unpredictable and his pupils trembled from time to time, as if he was trying to digest the information revealed in her words.

"..."

"……Ah."

Suddenly, he raised his arms, covered his face with one hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, a hint of sarcasm appeared in his expression, and he let out a creepy laugh.

Under Qiu Puryue's puzzled gaze, Yin Xihui closed his eyes, not knowing how to describe his feelings.

He didn't understand what kind of answer he wanted before this. Maybe he wanted to see her angry, wanted to see her disappointed... But no matter what he thought, she had already given her reply.

And this is definitely not what he wants to see most.

what is this?

Did she deserve it?

Yin Xihui's pupils slowly shrank, his chest kept vibrating, and an indescribable feeling filled his heart.

Did she deserve to meet me?

What a...silly person.

It was so stupid that he couldn't bear it anymore.

But Yin Xihui still raised his head, faced her concerned expression, and gave a perfect smile.

"Thank you so much."

Yin Xihui suddenly hugged her. Qiu Puryue was stiff all over, totally unprepared for his action. After a brief panic, she relaxed, thinking that he was just relaxing after being uneasy, and slowly hugged him back.

"No...it's okay." Qiu Puryue murmured.

Wherever one could not see, the smile on his face slowly cooled, emitting a frightening chill.

It's really rare.

Yin Xihui slowly lowered his eyes, his eyes flickering.

He actually met such a stupid person.

That being the case...

You can't let go easily.

Yin Xihui slowly loosened his arms and held the girl's hand tightly under her gentle gaze.

So rare...

Such a silly and useful person...

——It’s hard to find it if you lose it.

There was an inexplicable light flashing in Yin Xihui's eyes, and he smiled slowly.

"Oh right..." Qiu Puryue suddenly thought of something, her face turned pale, and her voice trembled, "Did that man... say--"

"Yes."

Yin Xihui collected his thoughts, nodded at her trembling eyes, and smiled brightly: "Three million gold coins."

Qiu Puryue: ...

At that moment, Yin Xihui saw the intent of death in her eyes.

"Actually... there's no need to be so depressed." Perhaps unable to bear seeing her depressed, Yin Xihui smiled and patted her shoulder.

Qiu Puryue raised her head slowly, her eyes slightly relaxed.

"Think about it, there are only a handful of people from ancient times to the present who can owe such a large amount of debt at this age."

Yin Xihui smiled brightly, without any gloom at all.

Qiu Puryue: ...

For a moment, she wanted to kill.

The next morning.

"You, are you awake?"

As soon as Hua Wujian opened his eyes, a familiar voice came from beside him.

He tilted his head slightly and saw, as expected, the child lying on the head of the bed, looking at him cautiously.

"Are you okay? How are you? Last night you—"

"Shut up." Hua Wujian frowned slightly, feeling a splitting headache.

Tian Miao shut his mouth obediently, still looking at him with curiosity.

He was terrified last night when Hua Wujian appeared in the room covered in blood, and after telling him not to tell his mother, he fainted. There were clearly no wounds on his body...

Thinking of this, Tian Miao asked with concern: "Really...are you okay?"

"What could be the matter?" Hua Wujian propped himself up with his arms. His body felt refreshed, not as sticky as he had imagined. The memories of last night replayed in his mind, and he realized that it was this child who dragged him to the bathroom to clean himself.

"...Thank you." Hua Wujian thanked him and got off the bed.

Tian Miao tilted his head and looked at him quietly for a long time. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he relaxed his brows and smiled happily: "I'm glad you're okay."

“……” Hua Wujian looked back at him, dressed himself, and walked out of the room.

"…It's like this, I will stay here for a while after the competition is over."

Hua Wujian sat in front of the woman and said calmly.

"Is there something wrong?" The woman was obviously concerned.

"No...it's not a big deal."

……

"Are you ok?"

"...You should take more care of yourself." Mo Hanyu stood in front of the window, looking at Mo Hanshang who was wrapped in bandages on the hospital bed with twitching eyes, and said unhappily.

"Why are you talking to me, your brother?" Mo Hanshang was dissatisfied and wanted to pull his cheek, but Wuqing dodged him.

"You should take good care of your injuries. I'm fine." Mo Hanyu said in a calm voice.

"……cut."

"..."

Mo Hanyu turned his head and looked at Mo Jian, who had been watching him from behind, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He remembered what Mo Ze said.

But Mo Ze...he didn't tell me what happened. He just kept mumbling something like I'll know when my memory recovers.

Isn't this nonsense? If his memory has recovered, why are you asking him?

That old man was also... he couldn't explain anything clearly, he just left a few riddles and died like that, he died in a very cool way, but where's the answer to the riddle? Why not reveal it?

What happened between Mojia and Moze thousands of years ago...

Qin Xiao didn't allow himself to use that ability, so he could only let his imagination run wild.

Mo Hanyu felt a little irritated when he thought of this. He didn't know what happened outside when he was unconscious, and his memory of being "Mo Ze" had not returned. His father and mother kept their mouths shut, so he could only imagine the situation based on what Qin Xiao had described to him.

Mo Hanyu sighed helplessly.

“…Is that so…”

Imperial Palace, inside the main hall.

The light that had been on all night finally went out, and the golden morning sun shone into the hall, covering the jade floor with a layer of golden gauze.

Wang Ji slowly raised his head, looked at the emperor with a calm expression, opened his dry lips, and spoke slowly.

"You can choose to believe it or not." Nangong Huaxue had a calm expression, straightened his numb legs, and slowly stood up, "I'm done."

Wang Ji looked at her.

Everything she said about "Meng Liyun"...

It was so quiet that it was a little scary.

He had never seen an emperor like that.

Unlike his previous indifference, there were no obvious and drastic emotional fluctuations as before, as if he was really a bystander describing something that had nothing to do with himself, calm and even a little indifferent.

As if possessed by a ghost, he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Where to go?"

He looked at her.

The emperor's brows relaxed slightly, his arms were loose and limp, a relaxed posture.

"Go catch up on some sleep," she answered him, "I don't have anything to do today anyway."

"Why…tell me this?"

Wang Ji stared at her, and when he asked this question, he didn't even know what kind of answer he wanted.

"You obviously don't want to."

He could see the slightest struggle and hesitation before and at the very beginning of her story.

"…Because you want to know." Nangong Huaxue was silent for a moment and answered him, "I just satisfied your desire."

So...why should we be satisfied?

Wang Ji suddenly didn't dare to ask any more questions.

He was afraid that the answer would not be what he wanted.

He was even more afraid that the answer would be what he thought.

The flames that had died down last night showed signs of reviving.

The fire on the other side was burning fiercely, and it would have been fine on one side, but that thin layer of paper could not withstand the burning of both sides at the same time.

It will break.

The fingers that were tightly clasped around the wrist slowly loosened and slid down.

Nangong Huaxue looked down at him. She saw that he was retreating, but although she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, she didn't point it out.

She found that he seemed more fragile than she thought.

Also more timid.

However, she has always been very tolerant towards the people she likes.

So she yawned and didn't force it: "Then I'm going to bed." After that, she turned and left.

For her, as long as she is sure of her feelings, it makes no difference whether the piece of paper is there or not.

Nangong Huaxue lowered her eyes, a light flickering in her eyes.

After all, he was reluctant to leave.

"...Tsk."

Nangong Huaxue suddenly felt like some extreme characters described in the storybooks, and she laughed like a villain.

Thinking of this, he chuckled and scratched his head.

It really still affected me...

Nangong Huaxue sighed silently.

She thought she would be able to feel more relaxed when she brought it up again.

But the truth was that she was far from being as relaxed and indifferent as Wang Ji saw. When she recalled the past, the resentment burning in her heart and lungs had not diminished in the slightest.

I've been a bit slack these days...

Nangong Huaxue rubbed his hair, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

I have been a little slack in my cultivation.