Chapter 459: Chapter 459

The daylight completely devoured the night’s blackness.

When Shen Hua woke up, she maintained a stern face.

During the morning meal, she even found herself a spot as far from Cui Yun as possible.

The dishes Cui Yun picked for her, serving her with intention, Shen Hua accepted them all without exception.

Seeing him lift a white-as-snow handkerchief, about to expertly wipe her mouth.

Knuckled distinct, long and powerful. It was arguably the most beautiful hand Shen Hua had ever seen.

Shen Hua couldn’t help it, she thought of the awkward events of the previous night. She suddenly felt uncomfortable, and with a slap, she struck out. This was met with his lazily curved lips. His feigned ignorance was rather infuriating.

"There’s no need to be so transfixed."

Facing the girl’s bristling eyes, Cui Yun still remembered her eyes, red and tender, pleading softly.

His adam’s apple bobbed, showing not the slightest restraint: "It seems you liked it."

Shen Hua’s mind was swirling with curses. She was furious but didn’t voice it aloud. Liu Chu and Liu Huan had just arrived.

So she could only hold it in.

The couple had packed their luggage early, and Liu Chu had also prepared many specialties from Hui State. One portion for Shen Hua, another for Cui Yun.

These were all the kinds of snacks and sweet treats girls loved, with Cui Yun’s share most likely intended for Cui Rong.

The husband and wife escorted the two of them to the door.

The carriage was already waiting outside the gate.

Liu Chu gave meticulous instructions, sending them off to the carriage with reluctance and sorrow.

The roads in Hui State were hardly smooth, resembling the rugged terrain of remote mountains and forests. Even though Ji Qing tried to drive smoothly, the journey was bumpy all the way.

Shen Hua stole a glance at Cui Yun, only to see Cui Yun’s gaze floating lightly upon her. Opaque and indiscernible.

She suddenly faced him with a frown, completely unreasonably challenging him.

"What are you looking at?"

The girl scoffed coldly: "What, you’ll forget me if you don’t steal a few more glances?"

Cui Yun’s voice was calm: "Why sit so far away, come here."

Shen Hua fiddled with her skirt, but what she said was: "I saw a play before."

"I’ve forgotten the name, but I remember that in the script, a young nobleman orders the girl to do things, even controlling how many grains of rice she eats, how many cups of water she drinks each day. Do you know what became of the girl in the end?"

Shen Hua evidently didn’t care how Cui Yun would reply. Without waiting for him to consider, she answered her own question.

"That girl was patient and soft-spoken, but in time she couldn’t bear it anymore and turned to someone else."

Shen Hua looked at him soothingly: "I am faithful, I would never abandon you, and you’re not that overbearing and irrational young noble either. But I advise you, do not..."

Cui Yun pulled up the corners of his mouth calmly, following her words, still serene and composed: "If you’re comfortable sitting in that corner, not feeling too cramped, I won’t insist."

She thought Cui Yun would at least try to coax her!

In that cramped corner, without a soft cushion, each heavy jolt felt as though it would shake her insides out. It was nowhere near as spacious and comfortable as his side.

The girl murmured softly: "I’ve heard another story in a play."

"There’s also a young noble, lacking in consideration, ignorant of persistence. He does things by halves..."

Cui Yun listened to her rambling on: "You have indeed seen many plays."

He seemed offhandedly to say: "It shows that the actors from Muchun Garden really caught your eye."

His sudden commentary: "This play with its implied meanings speaks well."

She was so angry, she wanted to march forward and kick him.

However, Cui Yun’s voice finally lost its teasing tone, becoming much more serious.

"After we return to Fengzhou, do not leave the city. Hengzhou will be in turmoil."

Hengzhou, after all, was relatively close to Fengzhou.

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"After some time, your brother will also be too busy to free himself. Once Hengzhou’s chaos begins, I fear the fire will spread to Fengzhou City. Magistrate Wang may be a good official, but in the end, his foundation is not deep enough to ensure that the people of Fengzhou remain unscathed. Safety comes first. You must remember, once you receive news from Anzhuang, it’s best not to even leave your door. My men, your brother’s men, will ensure your absolute safety."

Shen Hua listened to him say.

"After everything is settled, I will come to fetch you, but I do not know how long that will be. Nor can I predict the consequences. It’s a battle without assurance. Once I leave, victory or defeat, life or death will not be known."

"Yangyang, are you still angry with me?"

Shen Hua pursed her lips.

She thought, Cui Yun is acting pitiful.

Ji Teng sleeps on firewood and tastes gall, brother stands out among his peers, Cui Yun excels in strategy.

Duke Mansion, Marquis Yangling Mansion.

Cui Yun has the entire Ministry of Justice under his command. Brother and General Jin are in charge of the military.

And there are even many supporters behind them, fanning the flames.

Otherwise, Cui Yun would not let her get too close to Ji Huo.

There’s also Xuan Chen, the Princely Heir of Yongchang Marquis Mansion. His position is not low either.

Those noble families who were once suppressed by Emperor He, I reckon, have long been waiting for the day of upheaval.

This is just what Shen Hua knows.

But there is no lack of cunning and experienced officials who surround the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince.

The Imperial Guard in Emperor He’s hands should not be underestimated either.

Yet Shen Hua thinks, with Cui Yun’s departure, he will emerge victorious from the very beginning.

The kingdom of Da Qi will eventually be overturned by these people.

Indeed, she has no need to be angry with Cui Yun.

Although it’s painful..., it’s also comfortable, and she’s deeply indulging in it.

Shen Hua thinks, as if consummating the marriage in the future is not so frightening.

She’s just annoyed, last night, she was played by him. Yet Cui Yun’s clothes were without a single wrinkle, impeccably neat.

The territory of Hui State is small, and they soon left the city.

Ying Yi is waiting in the suburbs, leading several horses behind him.

Among them, the one with glossy and unruly fur is Cui Yun’s mount.

The carriage slowly stopped.

One to the south, the other to the west.

It is time to part ways and each go our own way.

Cui Yun is in a hurry; he needs to catch up with Jin Zhong. He can’t continue to escort Shen Hua.

But he didn’t get out of the carriage. He just stood up and moved next to her. He’s tall and avoids hitting the carriage roof. He is bending at the waist right now.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

The girl says nothing. But she grips his robe.

Shen Hua looks up at him, her hand that was holding the hem of his clothes now grasps his arm.

Her lips moved again and again,

Finally, the girl stands up. She hides the bite mark on his neck with the neckline again and again. Then in a very quiet whisper: "That on the wall, it wasn’t done with hands. You still don’t understand."

Cui Yun rode tirelessly, and it took two days to catch up with Jin Zhong.

Jin Zhong deliberately slowed down to wait, seeing Shengjing just ahead and estimating it would take half a day to enter the city. The man who kills without blinking on the battlefield is somehow covered in sweat.

But he couldn’t stop the troop. Instead, it might alert the spies sent from Shengjing to sense something was amiss.

In these days, Ying Shi, wearing a human skin mask, has been impersonating Cui Yun. Tying up loose ends was simple, showing no flaws, but entering the capital meant reporting to the Emperor. There was fear Emperor He might grow suspicious.

Fortunately, Cui Yun caught up in time.

Seeing the switch has been made, Jin Zhong truly relaxed: "If you had been any later..."

The complaint was not whispered.

Cui Yun clenched the reins, and with a slight smile, he was upright and polite: "Less nonsense."