Moonlight, like water, spilled onto the ancient streets, draping a faint silver veil over the silent autumn night.
In the secluded courtyard of West Lane, the lights were bright.
Three days had passed, and Xie Yan should have escaped the torment of Manya.
Zishu Sui didn’t change into her night clothes tonight. When she pushed open the door, she found that Feng Ruxin was also there.
Xie Yan had just taken off the shackles when he saw the girl walk in lightly in a small white dress.
His lips were slightly pale, and his face was still a little haggard.
Feng Ruxin brought a table of good dishes. Just as she placed the food on the table, she saw Zishu Sui walk into the room, so she poured her a cup of tea, “Young Master, the Young Marquis will return to the General’s Mansion tonight.”
Zishu Sui nodded, and then heard Xie Yan ask casually—
“Are you looking for me?”
“If I’m not looking for you, I’m looking for Sister Feng.” Zishu Sui answered him lightly and found a good place to sit down.
Xie Yan was being presumptuous, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, but it quickly returned to normal, and he remained silent.
Feng Ruxin added a pair of chopsticks, “The Wuning Marquis’s Mansion looks grand, but I didn’t expect it to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside. How did the Young Master get thinner again after not seeing him for two or three days?”
In a few moments, Xie Yan had already walked to Zishu Sui’s side and sat down, looked her up and down, and said in a stiff tone, “They don’t give you food?”
“I’ve been pretending to be sick recently, so I’ve been eating a little light.” Zishu Sui replied again.
Seeing Xie Yan lower his eyes, as if lost in thought, Zishu Sui’s eyes flashed and shifted elsewhere.
Looking at Xie Yan’s attitude today, it seemed that he didn’t remember what happened that night.
Otherwise, with his arrogant nature, knowing that she called him grandmother that night and said those aggrieved words so weakly, he would have to regret and be awkward.
It wouldn’t be as harmonious as it was now.
Xie Yan raised his eyes, his pair of phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of confusion and distrust, “What are you pretending to be sick for?”
Zishu Sui glanced at him and looked at Feng Ruxin, “Sister Feng, did you find out about what I said last time?”
The last time they met, Zishu Sui had asked to investigate Xiao Erlang’s weakness. Feng Ruxin was efficient and found out in two days.
Thinking of the results she found, Feng Ruxin’s expression towards Zishu Sui was a little strange, “Xiao Erlang’s weakness.”
“Is Qi Sui.”
Qi Sui? It was an unexpected answer for Zishu Sui.
Longchuan was not that close to Pingting. How could Qi Sui be Xiao Erlang’s weakness, and what was the relationship between the two?
When thinking about the problem, Zishu Sui’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. Feng Ruxin seemed to see her doubts and hooked her lips—
“In these official families, it is normal for cousins to marry cousins. That Qi Sui used to live in Longchuan when she was young. It just so happens that there is a scholar from Longchuan in the capital recently. That person is a good friend of Xiao Erlang. From his mouth, we learned that although Xiao Erlang has not formally set a marriage contract, Xiao Erlang does indeed admire his cousin.”
This was a bit of a coincidence.
Xiao Erlang liked Qi Sui. Now that Zishu Sui had replaced Qi Sui, if Xiao Erlang found out, wouldn’t he want to kill Zishu Sui?
Seeing Zishu Sui’s brows furrowing tighter and tighter, Feng Ruxin thought she didn’t understand, so she blurted out, “Cousins, a match made in heaven, it’s not too coincidental.”
Hearing this, Zishu Sui looked at Xie Yan, who was also digesting the news. Her expression was extremely dissatisfied. At first, Xie Yan gave her the news about Qi Sui, but why did he miss such important news?
Looking at his state, he probably didn’t know either.
Heh.
Feeling the resentful gaze, Xie Yan looked back at her, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face, “I don’t have a cousin.”
As soon as these words came out, not only Zishu Sui looked at him, but even Feng Ruxin looked at him in surprise.
Just now, Feng Ruxin said that “cousins are a match made in heaven,” but she wasn’t implying anything. Why was Xie Yan’s train of thought like this?
Zishu Sui’s tone was a little speechless, but she didn’t bother to find out why he thought that way, and only said to herself, “In the news you gave me, there was no mention of Qi Sui and Xiao Erlang having feelings for each other.”
If Xiao Bian knew that Qi Sui and Xiao Erlang had feelings for each other, how would he view “Qi Sui,” who “single-mindedly wanted to go to the capital to marry into a high family”?
Moreover, Xiao Erlang was also Xiao Bian’s cousin.
Although she was originally playing the role of a weak white flower, if she was labeled with the title of hooking up with a pair of cousins, wouldn’t Xiao Bian inevitably feel disgusted?
Now, she was only thinking about how to quickly seduce Xiao Bian.
As for the matter of stealing the sword, she was not in a hurry. The one who was anxious was always Xie Yan.
“If they have feelings, then they have feelings. According to the shopkeeper Feng, that was many years ago,” Xie Yan snorted coldly, “Besides, you’re going to steal the sword on a dark and windy night, why do you have so many things to worry about?”
Feng Ruxin felt that the dishes in front of her were about to get cold, “Young Master, Young Marquis, don’t quarrel, it’s time to eat.”
Although they hadn’t seen each other for several years, Feng Ruxin always knew that the Young Master and the Young Marquis didn’t get along. They had a magnetic field from the time they met as children. Rather than being adoptive siblings, they were more like rivals.
But sometimes, you can’t use rivals to describe them. Feng Ruxin couldn’t explain it. It was like two young men and women who were not loved and had to rely on themselves to experience the wind and rain from childhood. Although they sometimes argued, they were familiar with and understood each other, and silently cherished each other’s existence.
Xie Yan, as the only son of the Prince of Dingyang, was thrown into the military camp to train from a young age. But Zishu Sui was different. Zishu Sui first stepped into the military camp at the age of thirteen. At that time, Xie Yan was seventeen.
The seventeen-year-old Xie Yan, relying on his martial arts talent and inherited general talent, commanded the army for the first time and won the victory.
Feng Ruxin, under the order of the Prince of Dingyang, took the thirteen-year-old Zishu Sui into the military camp. Although Zishu Sui was a woman, she was still under the name of the Prince of Dingyang’s adopted daughter, so the soldiers didn’t dare to give her a hard time.
Only Xie Yan would blatantly make things difficult for her.
Under the guise of competition, he didn’t know how many times he kicked the girl who had been studying swords for four years into the mud, telling her not to overestimate herself.
He didn’t look down on women, he just simply didn’t like Zishu Sui.
And precisely because for him, there was no difference between men and women, he wouldn’t be gentle with Zishu Sui just because she was a daughter.