Xue Xingyue, holding the sweet soup, stepped out of her room. The closer she got to the study, the faster her heart beat. What was it beating for?
Arriving at the study door, she saw Feng Yun guarding it. She approached and said, "Has your master returned?" Feng Yun nodded, then asked, "Miss, are you here to see the master?"
Xue Xingyue held up the sweet soup and said, "I'm here to greet your master."
Feng Yun, hesitant, said, "Miss, the master is currently indisposed. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? I'm already here. Today is as good as any other day!" She intended to have a good chat with Song Xiuyuan.
"But..."
"No 'buts.' You don't need to announce me, I have something to ask him." Without waiting for Feng Yun to speak, Xue Xingyue pushed the door open and entered.
Feng Yun, left behind, his hand hovering in mid-air, suddenly a smile spread across his lips. Hadn't he just helped the master?
Xue Xingyue entered the study, only to find it empty. She placed the sweet soup on the table, and her gaze fell upon a secret letter sealed with wax. It was a confidential correspondence. As she reached for it, she heard a voice from behind, "Feng Yun?"
She recognized the voice as Song Xiuyuan's. Just as she was about to reply, she heard Song Xiuyuan say, "Come here for a moment."
Xue Xingyue intended to refuse, but recalling Feng Yun's hesitant demeanor, she figured Song Xiuyuan must have some secret. With that thought, she looked towards the back of the study where a door was ajar. She walked over and pushed it open, revealing a screen. Beyond the screen, the air was misty.
She was stunned. At that moment, Song Xiuyuan's voice came again, "Feng Yun, bring me the clothes on the screen."
Xue Xingyue trembled, suddenly understanding. Song Xiuyuan was bathing. The thought made her face flush.
She quickly turned to leave, and Song Xiuyuan, behind the screen, sensed something was amiss.
Xue Xingyue felt a gust of wind, and by the time her hand touched the door, it had already closed. She couldn't open it. Turning back, she saw Song Xiuyuan, dressed in a white inner garment, his face still glistening with water droplets.
In the swirling mist, a suffocatingly beautiful face appeared before her. His features were so exquisite and perfect as to be breathtaking. Beneath his sharp brows, his eyes shone like stars, as vast as the boundless sea of stars, intensely radiant.
It was a visage she had never seen before.
It was as if, in all the world, only his peerless beauty existed.
"Who... who are you? Where is Song Xiuyuan?" She regained her senses and tried to look further inside, but the mist obscured her view.
She watched as the man, who seemed like an immortal descended from heaven, took out a human skin mask, put it on, and a plain, unremarkable face appeared before her.
Involuntarily, she took a few steps back until her back hit the door.
"You... you are Song Xiuyuan?"
"It is I." Song Xiuyuan looked at her and spoke slowly.
Her eyes, like shattered stars, emitted a brilliance like shooting stars. She swallowed hard. "But, just now..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Song Xiuyuan had already closed the distance between them. The faint, clean scent emanating from him filled her nostrils, making her feel somewhat dazed. "That was also me. You've discovered my secret." Da Feng Novel Network
She froze and quickly replied, "I... I didn't mean to." That Feng Yun, to let her walk out without warning her! She'd deal with him later.
Song Xiuyuan suddenly took a step back, his tone turning cold. "Those who knew my secret are no longer in this world, Miss Xue. What do you think will happen to you?"
She smiled and said, "That Song Xiuyuan, you shouldn't think that way. Look how hard it is for you to bear this secret alone. Now that I'm here to share it, aren't you much more relaxed?" Da Feng Novel Network
Song Xiuyuan's gaze flickered upon hearing this. He nodded, "You speak the truth."
"So, we are still allies." She stepped forward, smiling with sincerity.
Song Xiuyuan looked at her clear eyes, which held a hint of slyness. Though his expression remained as cool as before, his eyes had softened considerably. He said lightly, "Allies are not reliable. This current relationship is more reliable."
"What relationship?"
Song Xiuyuan took a step forward and reached out, his long fingers attempting to lift her chin. She instinctively took a step back and said, "Song Xiuyuan, a gentleman uses his words, not his hands."
"Wife, you have now entered the Song family ancestral hall. You are my lawfully wedded wife. What relationship could be more reliable than this?" Song Xiuyuan smiled, his eyes sparkling and incredibly beautiful.
She was stunned and suddenly realized. She pointed at Song Xiuyuan and asked, "It was you, wasn't it? You orchestrated all of this?"
Song Xiuyuan looked at her and said, "What is my wife talking about? Your husband doesn't understand."
"Don't understand? Don't play dumb when you know perfectly well. I was wondering why it was so easy for me to enter the Song residence. It turns out everything was within your control. Song Xiuyuan, what are you doing all this for?"
"Of course, it's to marry you." Song Xiuyuan suddenly walked towards her and said each word with conviction.
She retreated a few steps, looking at his plain face, his eyes like a vast expanse of stars, shining with a fragmented light. She felt her heart skip a beat and turned her head away. "I won't believe it."
Song Xiuyuan smiled faintly, a fleeting starry gleam in his eyes. "My wife, whether you believe it or not, from this moment on, you are Madam Song Xiuyuan. There is no doubt about that."
"You... you are doing this..."
"Miss Xue, I am serious." Song Xiuyuan said suddenly.