“Wanxia, don’t be like this, don’t be like this, Wanxia…”
Sun Fengyu couldn’t deny the emotions he felt for the woman before him, her eyes brimming with tears and filled with sorrowful resentment. Yet, the thought of that domineering and suddenly cold-hearted woman, along with the repeated admonitions from his aunt and parents, weighed heavily on him.
Though his heart ached for her, reason instinctively pushed her away as she tried to draw closer.
“Master Sun, could you just grant Wanxia this one request? After this, Wanxia will never trouble you again. Even if we have no future together, Wanxia won’t blame you. Wanxia only wishes to give herself to you, Master Sun…”
Mu Wanxia couldn’t understand why Sun Fengyu, who clearly harbored feelings for her and whose eyes were filled with tenderness and affection, kept pushing her away. She suspected it was all because of that difficult and overbearing woman in the inner courtyard, and the thought made her seethe with resentment.
Though she was furious that Sun Fengyu had repeatedly claimed his love for her without ever explaining the truth, his evasiveness only intensified her desire to win his heart.
Now, not only was she pressing herself against him, but her fair arms were also wrapped tightly around his neck, refusing to let go. With eyes full of sorrow, she struggled against his attempts to pull her arms away, rising to press her lips toward his.
“Wanxia, calm down, please calm down! I truly am sorry. I can’t deny that I like you, but we really can’t do this now. Please listen to me, Wanxia…”
Sun Fengyu found it impossible to push her away, especially as her trembling, slightly parted lips inched closer. The desperation and sorrow in her eyes left him feeling utterly powerless.
Remembering his aunt and parents’ warnings, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and could only watch her helplessly. As her grip tightened, he finally mustered the strength to forcefully pull her hands away and push her back, panting heavily.
“Wuu… Master Sun, am I truly so unworthy in your eyes? If you have feelings for Wanxia, why can’t you accept her? Have you forgotten all the vows we once made? Master Sun…”
Mu Wanxia hadn’t expected Sun Fengyu to shove her away so abruptly. Losing her balance, she stumbled backward, hitting a stool. The pain in her waist was nothing compared to the agony and despair in her heart. Ignoring the discomfort from the impact, she forced herself up, tears streaming as she glared at him accusingly.
“I… Wanxia, between us… At the time, I didn’t know I was betrothed to Qing’er. So, I’m sorry. When the time is right, I’ll make you understand. I’ll explain everything. Please calm down. I must go now…”
Faced with the tearful pleas and reproaches of the woman he loved, Sun Fengyu could hardly bear the pain in his heart. Instinct urged him to comfort her, but he knew yielding to her desires today would only bring her harm.
Moreover, ever since their parting at Linglong Pavilion over half a month ago, that girl had changed completely. Though she was now strikingly beautiful, the woman before him stirred even greater pity in his heart. Despite his aunt and parents’ warnings, he longed to stay and console her.
But recalling the vow he had made to that girl—to avoid any emotional entanglement with Wanxia—he knew he couldn’t afford to falter now. With a heart full of regret and sorrow, he looked at her apologetically. When she struggled to rise and approach him again, he recoiled as if facing a wild beast and turned to leave.
“Sun Fengyu! Don’t go! Don’t you dare leave! You bastard! Why can’t you just tell me the truth? You swore you’d love only me for the rest of your life, that you’d cherish only me! What is this now? You bastard! Sun Fengyu, stop right there! If you don’t explain things clearly today, consider our relationship over!”
Watching Sun Fengyu stride toward the door, Mu Wanxia struggled to her feet, consumed by fury and despair.
The torment of longing, the emotional and physical suffering she had endured—and now, this man who claimed to care for her had not a single word of comfort, only cold detachment.
Shouting and cursing, she staggered after him, catching up just as he reached the door. Clutching his sleeve, her beautiful face twisted with despair and bitterness, she demanded answers.
“I… I’m sorry.”
Confronted with her furious, heartbroken gaze, Sun Fengyu swallowed hard. The gravity of the situation forced him to hold back the words he longed to say. After a long pause, he managed only those three strained syllables.
Seeing her still gripping his sleeve, he forced a bitter smile, then ruthlessly pried her fingers loose and stepped away.
“Sun Fengyu…”
Her anguished cry followed him as he left. Even from the corner of his eye, he could see her collapsing to the floor, but he lacked the courage to turn back.
He clenched his teeth and walked on, resolute.
“I’m sorry, Wanxia. Once I resolve this matter and obtain the Dragon-Tiger Token from her, I’ll come to you and beg for your forgiveness. I hope you won’t have to wait too long.”
By the time he reached the manor gates, Mu Wanxia’s despairing cries still echoed faintly in his ears. The memory of that girl’s cold indifference toward him weighed heavily. Leaning against a nearby wall outside the estate, he closed his eyes in pain, murmuring to himself before staggering away.
“Isn’t this Master Sun? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve lost your soul—did something happen?”
Not long after, he encountered someone on the path. The man stopped, eyeing him with a mocking smirk, his words making Sun Fengyu’s veins bulge in anger.
“Oh, who do we have here? Just a lackey from Prince Ji’s household. I don’t recall having any business with you. A good dog doesn’t block the road—better not provoke me.”
Sun Fengyu recognized the man as Qingfeng, the ever-present shadow of Prince Ji’s heir, Leng Mingye. Though he dared not offend Leng Mingye, this servant was beneath his notice.
With a cold laugh, he glared disdainfully at Qingfeng before shoving him aside and storming off.
“Tch, what’s with the temper? Did he have a falling out with that girl? Maybe I should go find her instead.”
Qingfeng scoffed at Sun Fengyu’s furious retreat. Considering his relationship with Wanqing, Qingfeng couldn’t help but speculate. Shaking his head, he decided to follow up on his hunch.
“Fine, let him in. What does he want? Speak.”
Wanqing had just heard from Wanchun that Sun Fengyu had visited Mu Wanxia and left looking as if he’d seen a ghost. Her expression frosty, she continued grinding herbs with a cold smile. When Chunlan informed her that Honglian was arguing with someone outside—a man from Prince Ji’s household named Qingfeng—she set aside her work.
Emerging from the medicine room, she entered her study, picked up a book, and sat at her desk. With a detached air, she gave the order. When Qingfeng entered, she set the book down and regarded him with an impassive gaze.
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