The Third Prince was astonished.
He had never seen this woman before, yet her skill was clearly extraordinary.
Could she be Yue Lingchai, the mysterious martial artist who had long vanished from the jianghu?
Yue Lingchai was said to appear and disappear like a phantom, often concealing her face with a veil.
If it truly was her… why would she come here to see Mu Xueshi?
When the Third Prince returned to the room, Mu Xueshi was still unconscious.
Though he had fainted from fright, his sleeping face remained peaceful.
Soft strands of hair framed his profile, beautiful as a painting. His long eyelashes trembled faintly, his brows slightly furrowed—not with fear or anger, but with the murmurs of dreams.
It was this very person who had shaken the Third Prince’s original resolve.
At first, the Third Prince had admired Mu Xueshi’s beauty—but admiration alone did not amount to obsession.
Later, Mu Xueshi approached him willingly, caring for him, staying by his side like a confidant day and night. Even then, the Third Prince had not believed this person truly moved his heart.
Only after recent events—after Mu Xueshi’s bold actions—did the Third Prince realize something.
He did not enjoy being enemies with Mu Xueshi.
Once, he thought he liked watching Mu Xueshi resist, liked tormenting him until life felt worse than death. Mu Xueshi’s suffering had been his pleasure.
But now he realized—
He did not like Mu Xueshi’s betrayal.
He did not like the schemes between them.
He did not even like their conflicts.
Because he had tasted something even stronger than revenge—
Simple warmth.
Simple happiness.
The Third Prince’s hand resting on Mu Xueshi gradually relaxed. He set aside his sword, removed his robe, and lay down beside him.
The moment Mu Xueshi sensed the familiar presence, he immediately latched onto him like an octopus.
He loved sleeping with one leg thrown over someone else.
Back when no one would share a bed with him, Mu Xueshi used to straddle a quilt while sleeping, looking rather ridiculous.
The Third Prince had already grown used to the arm draped across his waist. Earlier that night he had tossed and turned in his own chambers before finally coming here to check on him.
Mu Xueshi carried a strange fragrance on his body—something that seemed to emanate from his blood itself.
Whenever the Third Prince smelled it, he could not help but want to draw closer.
Only two people had ever given him that feeling.
One was Lin Yue.
The other was Mu Xueshi.
Early the next morning, Mu Xueshi awoke to find the person beside him gone.
He had been awakened by Su Ruhan tapping him on the head with the flat of his sword.
Rubbing his forehead, Mu Xueshi glared at him angrily.
“You wouldn’t stay with me last night, and now you show up? What are you doing here? Go, go! You’re not welcome!”
He waved his hands like he was shooing flies.
Su Ruhan stood unmoving.
No matter how hard Mu Xueshi pushed, he could not move him even a fraction, leaving himself thoroughly embarrassed.
Finally, Mu Xueshi stepped back several paces, then charged forward with all his strength, hoping to knock Su Ruhan aside through sheer momentum.
Instead—
It was Mu Xueshi who flew backward like a sack of grain.
He landed several steps away, somehow ending up seated neatly on a stool.
Although the fall hurt, his face lit up with excitement.
“You’re amazing! How are you so strong? Teach me!”
The moment the words left his mouth, Su Ruhan let out a cold laugh.
Tightening his grip on his sword, he said:
“I have come precisely under the Third Prince’s orders…”
“…to teach Young Master Xue martial arts.”
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