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Jingchen Courtyard.

Ru Feng rushed in, "Young Master! Young Master!"

The books around Wei Jun were in disarray, and he lay sprawled on them, his eyes vacant.

Ru Feng stopped at the door, her eyes moist.

"Young Master... cheer up! We have news of Miss Biao. The guards have brought her back and they're on their way. They should arrive tonight."

Wei Jun's eyes flickered, as if he hadn't heard clearly. "Say it again."

"We've found Miss Biao! Your Highness, please get up and wash up!" Ru Feng helped him up.

I sighed inwardly, thinking, "If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

I never imagined that Miss Biao would be the most important person in the Crown Prince's heart.

"I'm back." Wei Jun's eyes reddened.

But finally, the limbs began to move, like a long-dormant spark suddenly bursting into flame.

He sat up abruptly. "Well, I need to get ready."

The books beside him fell to the ground with a clatter, but he was completely unaware.

Wei Jun, whose steps were unsteady, sat in the courtyard, and Ru Feng gently tied his hair and washed his face.

"Your Highness, you must treat Miss Qi well this time." Ru Feng couldn't help but feel sorry for you. "I don't want to see you like this again."

"You also think I treated her badly?"

"If it were an ordinary woman, she would be grateful if the young master gave her some favors. But Miss Biao only wants to hide her existence in the manor. She rarely speaks in front of the old lady," Ru Feng sighed.

A wave of bitterness washed over Wei Jun. "Indeed, she has a lot of ideas, but she rarely talks to me about them. In front of me, she always has to pretend to be obedient."

Perhaps, those few times she lost her temper revealed her true colors.

As night fell, no one lit the lanterns in Jingchen Courtyard.

Wei Jun's hair was neatly combed, and his stubble was cleanly shaved, but his face and eyes still showed signs of weariness.

When will she arrive?

"It'll be ready soon." Ru Feng handed over a cup of warm tea, paused, and said, "I'll go boil some more water so Miss Biao can warm her stomach when she gets back."

Wei Jun took the teacup but didn't drink it.

He repeatedly planned out what to say when he saw Ah Li.

It's been more than ten days since we last met, but it feels like several years have passed.

Should we apologize first or say something conciliatory?

But when all the words I wanted to say came out, all that remained was a heart full of panic.

What if she runs away again?

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, steady and rapid—the footsteps of the secret guards.

Wei Jun suddenly stood up, dropping the teacup in his hand and accidentally spilling tea all over the floor.

The guards bowed and then stepped aside to make way for them.

A red figure appeared straight at the gate of the courtyard.

Wei Jun's gaze froze instantly, and his breath stopped.

Qi Yunli stood a few feet away, looking thinner and weaker, her whole body appearing even more slender.

But surprisingly, she was wearing a red wedding dress.

"Ah Li..." Wei Jun didn't have the courage to step forward. His voice was so hoarse that he wanted to reach out, but he was stuck in place.

"You...you married him?"

Wei Jun didn't know what to do. If it were before, he would definitely be furious and question Qi Yunli about why she went back on her word.

Qi Yunli was in great pain in her chest. The guards were very worried as they traveled through the night.

When she saw Wei Jun, she was shocked. Why had Wei Jun, the heir of a noble family who was as high as the sun and moon, become a haggard warrior?

What kind of answer do you want to hear?

The night sky was dark, but a light illuminated the space between them, allowing them to clearly see each other's faces.

Qi Yunli's eyes stung; a year of forbearance had ultimately led to her downfall.

Why does the man in front of me look haggard, lost, and sad?

Does he really care about her that much?

"Ah Li, even if you marry him, I will still bring you back to my side," Wei Jun said, choking back tears.

"That's always been your style." Qi Yunli raised her neck, and just as she stretched it to its highest point, it suddenly dropped.

She lost.

She lost to Wei Jun's power and could never break free.

"Come here," Wei Jun called to her.

She remained motionless, her head bowed, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Wei Jun could no longer hold back, strode up to her, and hugged her.

"I'm sorry, Ah Li."

Wei Jun spoke softly, resting his head on her shoulder.

Qi Yunli's eyes welled up with tears, large drops falling from her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried her best to hide them, but she couldn't.

Wei Jun didn't speak again. He just wanted to quietly feel Ah Li's suppressed sadness beside him.

But after a short while, the person in his arms suddenly went limp, as if all the strength had been drained away. The head tilted slightly to one side, and the hand that had been trying to resist him fell limply to the side.

Wei Jun's heart tightened, and when he relaxed, he saw that her pale face was bloodless and her eyes were tightly closed.

A dark mark was spreading rapidly across the chest of her red wedding dress.

is blood!

Her wound reopened.

Qi Yunli never heard any sounds from the outside world again.

She had a dream in which she became a wandering soul drifting through the world.

He witnessed Wei Jun marry Qin Xue and Shen Junshan anxiously waiting outside when Asike was taking the exam.

She was not present in either of the two scenes.

Her heart was suffocating, yet she hoped this dream would never end.

When Qi Yunli woke up, she felt weak and sore all over, and her chest ached dully.

"You're awake? You scared me to death!"

Wei Ruowei was both excited and eager.

"You, what brings you here?" Qi Yunli looked around.

This is not the residence of the Marquis of Dingyuan; it is a quiet house in the capital.

Wei Ruowei noticed her worry. "Don't worry, no one else knows you're back. Your older brother asked me to come and talk to you."

Qi Yunli sat up, took small sips of water, and her complexion became a little rosier.

"Ah Li, my older brother told me he likes you." Wei Ruowei's voice was a little weak. "Do you like him?"

"If you like him, why did you run away?"

Qi Yunli lowered her head: "You already know."

……

On the other side, Wei Jun left in a hurry as soon as court was over, with Xie Dongpo following behind him.

"Have you brought them back?"

"Um."

"We need to be careful this time, and make sure we know whether she wants it or not."

Wei Jun stopped, and the person behind him bumped into him nose. Xie Dongpo painfully covered his nose.

"But she's determined to leave, what should I do?"

Seeing his pitiful state, Xie Dongpo sighed, "You should set a deadline with her. If she still doesn't change her mind, then let her go."

Wei Jun frowned, about to speak.

"Unless you want to never see her again, don't push her to the brink." Xie Dongpo patted his brother on the shoulder. "This isn't a battlefield, and she's not the enemy."

Wei Jun did not refute, and the two sat in the carriage, soon to reach their destination.

"I'll have my third sister go and keep her company; that should make her happier."

Xie Dongpo's pupils dilated suddenly. "You..."

Ugh, this guy.

Isn't this guy supposed to be able to spot his rivals at a glance? How come he didn't notice his third sister was Qi Yunli...?

"What's wrong?" Wei Jun thought he had done a pretty thoughtful job.

"no."

As the two alighted from the carriage and were about to enter the courtyard, they could see inside through the hanging flower gate.

Wei Ruowei hugged Qi Yunli, letting Qi Yunli shed tears.

Wei Ruowei loosened her grip on Qi Yunli slightly, wiped away the tears with her fingers, and gently kissed the corner of her eye.

"Don't cry, Ah Li... I will always be with you."

Wei Jun stopped in his tracks.

Why did his third sister kiss his Ah Li?