Before getting out of the car, Xia Xun's bun loosened, and a few strands of hair fell down.
His wooden hairpin and jade beads were buried together, and his hair was only fixed by cloth strips, which became very loose after a night of rain.
He Cong easily pulled out his hairpin and stuck it on Xia Xun's head.
"It's not okay to be unkempt! We can't lose to Qi Yan!"
The carriage stopped, Xia Xun pushed the door and went out, unexpectedly seeing the scene in front of her.
There was a large group of people standing outside the gate of Qi Mansion, they were all Qi Yan's bodyguards according to their clothes.
It was not yet full light, and they were still holding torches.
Their clothes were soaked, and their shoes were muddy, as if they had been running outside all night, and they were in a state of embarrassment.
The Qi Mansion was also chaotic.
There was something lying on the ground, covered with a white cloth, with a vaguely human shape, like a corpse.
Qi Hui stood by the door, while Qi Yan stood in front of the carriage.
His hair was wet, and his indigo robes were soaked and dark black.
He seemed to have gotten more rain than Xia Xun.
Xia Xun was taken aback, but didn't get out of the car immediately.
Qi Yan didn't move either, he seemed to be fixed in place by some spell, and looked at Xia Xun motionlessly.
His eyes are extremely complicated.
Xia Xun and him just looked at each other briefly, and the spell that imprisoned him was immediately released.
He took a few steps towards Xia Xun, trying to help him out of the car.
Xia Xun instinctively ducked back to avoid his touch.
Qi Yan suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the car.
Xia Xun's figure flickered, she couldn't stand firmly, and almost stepped on his foot.
"What are you doing—"
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yan had already embraced him forcefully.
Qi Yan's arm was on his back, holding him tighter and tighter.
"...you're still alive..." he sighed in Xia Xun's ear, "you're still alive... that's great..."
His clothes were wetter than Xia Xun's, and when he tried hard, the rain in his robe dripped onto the ground.
His body was very cold, and the side face against Xia Xun's neck was even colder.
After hugging for a while, he slowly let go of Xia Xun and stroked the hair sticking to his face.
Qi Hui walked up behind him, holding a coat in his hand.
"My lord, put on some clothes, you can't catch a cold."
Qi Yan took it, and shook it behind Xia Xun, intending to put it on his back.
He Cong stuck his head out of the car.
Qi Yan's hands trembled, and his clothes almost fell to the ground.
He didn't expect Xia Xun to be sent back by He Cong.
He looked at He Cong, then at Xia Xun, with disbelief on his face.
His worry and anxiety gradually receded, and an indescribable anxiety spread out.
He Cong ignored him, and only said to Xia Xun:
"The matter of Yuzhu... don't take it too seriously!"
Xia Xun was a little surprised.
He Cong didn't remember it at all, why did he mention it suddenly at this time
Qi Yan's face suddenly changed, and he asked in astonishment:
"You disappeared all night, are you... looking for him?"
Xia Xun is cold and indifferent:
"Who am I going to find, and what does it have to do with you?"
Qi Yan tightened his arms suddenly, and covered Xia Xun's body with his outer robe.
His hand didn't leave Xia Xun, it went up his arm, and finally placed on Xia Xun's shoulder.
Gradually, his hand tightened and pressed Xia Xun's shoulder tightly.
Xia Xun's collarbone was sore from his pinching.
He raised his head and glared at Qi Yan, but Qi Yan didn't look at him.
He Cong added fuel to the side:
"I know you're sad, but... well... sorry for you!"
He wanted to say a few more words, but was rudely interrupted by Qi Yan.
Qi Yan said in a deep voice:
"Qi Hui, see off the guests."
He gave Qi Hui the order, but his eyes were fixed on Xia Xun.
Qi Hui walked up to He Cong:
"Master He, please go back."
He Cong hummed:
"Qi Yan! Don't think that you can let go of trespassing on He's mansion! When the sun rises, I will definitely come to the imperial court to read a book for you! Just wait for me!"
Qi Yan turned a deaf ear and dragged Xia Xun into the mansion.
He Cong was still yelling something, but he couldn't hear it anymore.
In the room, candles burned brightly.
Qi Yan pressed Xia Xun hard on the stool, walked a few steps to the side, and turned her back to him.
His shoulders rose and fell, he breathed heavily, and his mixed emotions were about to burst forth.
Xia Xun stood up and was about to go out.
Qi Yan stopped in front of him and slammed the door.
Xia Xun turned to stare at him.
Qi Yan didn't look at him, she staggered away from him and stood aside, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths.
He was unwilling to do anything impulsively that might hurt Xia Xun.
He is trying to control his emotions.
After a while, he seemed to feel that he was calm enough, so he spoke slowly:
"The matter of Yuzhu... I know, it-"
Xia Xun was about to ask him how he knew, when he lowered his head and saw his wooden hairpin.
It was held in Qi Yan's hand all the time, Qi Yan was too forceful, the varnish on the surface of the wooden hairpin was scratched by his fingernails.
With a bang in the head, Xia Xun lost her voice and said:
"You—you actually dug Yuzhu's grave?!"
Qi Yan was startled, and looked at his hand.
Xia Xun asked sharply:
"Why?! It's already dead, why do you still want it to be restless? How did it offend you?!"
Qi Yan looked up at him suddenly, his eyes were like sharp knives:
"Then why did you leave without saying goodbye?! Do you know how long I've been looking for you? If I didn't happen to see Yuzhu's grave, I might still be looking for you aimlessly all over the capital!"
Xia Xun shouted angrily:
"Don't tell me this! Where is Yuzhu's body?!"
Qi Yan patted the wooden hairpin on the table:
"Why can't I say it?! Like a headless chicken, I sent all the people in the mansion to look for you! Seeing that it was dawn and you hadn't come back, I was in despair! Do you know that when you saw the corpse, What am I thinking?!"
Xia Xun approached Qi Yan step by step, her eyes full of hatred.
He gritted his teeth and asked:
"Where is Yuzhu's body?!"
No matter how much he paid, Qi Yan didn't want to see such an expression on Xia Xun's face.
The anger in Xia Xun's eyes would not only burn herself, but also burn him to ashes.
He was quickly defeated.
He leaned on the table, sat down heavily, and said dejectedly:
"... It's still in the Xia Mansion, I buried it again."
Xia Xun's resentment subsided slightly:
"In that case, why did you take out my hairpin?"
Qi Yan didn't answer right away.
Only now did he realize that Xia Xun had returned safely.
The nerves that had been tense all night suddenly relaxed, all the strength in his body was drained, and even his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
He trembled:
"I thought you were dead... I saw Yuzhu and this hairpin again, and thought you... left me again... If you really left, this wooden hairpin is the last thing you left me, how could I bear it?" Let it rest in the ground...?"
He looked at Xia Xun with burning eyes.
"Lost and regained, gained and lost again... You haven't experienced this feeling, have you...? I have tasted this feeling once, and I will never dare to experience it again. However, when I was burning with worry and pain like a knife Where were you when?"
He pressed on step by step, asking repeatedly:
"Are you by He Cong's side? Are you telling him your sad things? Are you...seeking his comfort? How did he comfort you? Hold you in his arms and say sweet words?"
Xia Xun laughed coldly:
"I don't know what you're talking about. This matter has nothing to do with He Cong from the beginning to the end."
While talking, something fell out of Xia Xun's arms.
Xia Xun bent down to pick it up, but Qi Yan picked it up first.
Xia Xun took a closer look and found that it was a handkerchief.
On the corner of the handkerchief, the word "He" was embroidered with black thread.
It was He Cong who gave it to him in the car and asked him to wipe the rainwater. After wiping, Xia Xun slipped it in and forgot to return it to him.
Qi Yan's fingertips just covered the word "He".
"He Cong gave you this?"
He seemed calm, but his hidden questioning and anger were buried deep in his words, ready to burst forth at any time.
Xia Xun snatched it up:
"So what? What does it have to do with you? Yuzhu is dead. If I don't go to him, should I go to you?!"
He sneered and mocked:
"Yes! You have raised Yuzhu for seven years, I should thank you! But the one who separated me from it, wasn't you?! What right do you have to act aggressively in front of me?!"
Qi Yan stood up abruptly, grabbed the handkerchief from Xia Xun's hand, and threw it into the brazier.
"Don't forget! He's married! He has a wife!"
Not to be outdone, Xia Xun:
"So what?! I would rather be with him than go to you! I only hate that I was blind at the time, how could I like you and not him!"
Qi Yan's scattered anger suddenly froze.
"Xia Xun."
His voice was bone-chillingly cold, and he warned him:
"Don't joke about that."
Xia Xun fixedly looked at him:
"Are you kidding? You got it wrong! The thing I regret the most in my life is that I met you at the beginning! If God can really grant one of my wishes, I hope I never meet you!!"
Xia Xun was almost screaming, sparks were about to come out of his eyes.
Qi Yan's heart suddenly ached.
Xia Xun was always gentle and calm to He Cong, and always spoke slowly when talking to him.
And when Xia Xun turned her face to him, her expression changed instantly, becoming indifferent and disgusted, avoiding him like a snake, a scorpion, and a beast.
If Qi Yan hadn't threatened him with his elder brother, Xia Xun might have gone all over the world, hiding in a place that he would never find in his life.
It's like after Xia Xun faked her death and only told He Cong the news.
When her beloved puppy passed away, Xia Xun felt sad. She would rather sneak out to find He Cong than reveal anything to Qi Yan.
The sharp pain in his chest made Qi Yan gasp for several breaths. He coughed violently, his normally straight shoulders slumped, and he looked extremely slumped.
Xia Xun didn't want to entangle with him anymore, so she bypassed Qi Yan and walked to the window.
"...Master Zhongshu is not feeling well, you should go to rest quickly, and don't waste time on me."
Qi Yan managed to stop coughing, and her voice became hoarse.
With a hoarse voice, he persistently asked:
"I'm leaving, will you still go to He Cong?"
Just as Xia Xun was about to speak, Qi Yan suddenly struck out like lightning, grabbed my arm, dragged him over, and pressed him on the table.
Xia Xun's back hit the corner of the table, and the pain made him dizzy for a while. He asked angrily:
"what are you doing?!"
What was different from Qi Yan's fierce actions was his soft tone.
He clung to Xia Xun's ear and whispered in a low voice:
"Since I brought you back from Lingnan, I have no intention of letting you go. If you want to be with He Cong, you can only wait until I die."
He leaned close to Xia Xun's face, and his kiss fell.