Descending along the river from Wuchang Prefecture, it takes just a day to reach Fan Yang Lake, where Ming Taizu once had a decisive battle with Chen Youliang. At this mont, the water gradually calms, with shimring ripples, and a tranquil scene envelops the world. Chen Yi gazes out the window for a mont, feeling the urge to write a letter.
In peaceful tis, there is always more leisure to do leisurely things. Moreover, Chen Yi had long since lost the habit of writing letters, but for so people who are far away, there remains a deep longing. Their relationship is extrely delicate, and he is compelled to compose a letter.
Chen Yi says he wants to write a letter and instructs Yin Tingxue to grind the ink while he sits nearby, supporting his head and watching the girl's delicate hands at work.
While she obediently grinds the ink, Yin Tingxue suddenly recalls sothing,
"You've never written a letter before."
Chen Yi is montarily taken aback, not expecting her to bring up such a topic.
Reflecting on it, indeed, after leaving the capital, separated for half a year, he had truly not sent a letter to Yin Sword Mountain. There were concerns about it being intercepted by Xique Pavilion, but even after eting Zhou Yitang, he sent no ssage back, which was indeed an oversight.
Chen Yi ruffles her hair, speaking softly, "I forgot at that ti. Besides, you're so good that even without my letter, you'd still miss dearly."
"Just because I'm more sensible than others, does it an I should be the one sacrificed?" Yin Tingxue mutters softly.
Chen Yi is left speechless, seeing her expression. He realizes she rembers the little things so clearly and never lets the details slip by, yet she never ntions them.
Her brows are slightly furrowed, and she's sowhat dispirited. Chen Yi, for once, tenderly comforts her with gentle words.
After a few cajoling words, she is happy to write a letter for Chen Yi.
Yin Tingxue is always obedient and deft. She quickly lays out the paper and grinds the ink well.
The content she writes is identical to previous letters: inquiries of well-being, but with more concentrated concern than before. Considerations of warmth and health. Yin Tingxue has to carefully choose her words to avoid making Chen Yi seem too sentintal.
After the letter is written, Chen Yi folds it neatly and, after disembarking, places it into the mail at the station.
"...You only write to others, yet I have to help," Yin Tingxue grumbles.
She ans it as a reproach, Chen Yi raises an eyebrow and says, "Why would I write to a wife of old rice and course cloth?"
"I'm not course cloth, you are the most course cloth." Yin Tingxue says flatly.
Chen Yi laughs, clasping her waist suddenly, and Yin Tingxue gently leans against his shoulder. He speaks slowly, "Yes, I'm the most course cloth. So, what of it?"
She couldn't really do anything to him… Yin Tingxue lowers her eyebrows and softens her voice, "Fine, if you don't write, then you don't. But if you ever write to Master Zhou, write one for too."
Chen Yi originally intended to coax her into a trap, then effortlessly tease her. Unexpectedly, she was so clever, her words felt like punching a pillow.
He chuckles, "Green tea."
Yin Tingxue doesn't understand what he ans. After Chen Yi's fist swings into the pillow once, it's like hitting it a second ti.
Chen Yi can only sigh.
The girl looks at him, blinking her eyes. To her, he seems like an entire world. But she can only touch the tip of the iceberg, and that's enough for her.
Maybe only Master Zhou can truly grasp the iceberg itself.
Both punches landing on the pillow, instead of becoming grumpy, Chen Yi patiently explains, "It's not that I don't want to write you a letter. I just don't have the habit of writing. Even if I occasionally think of writing to the Prince and others, if you're really jealous, next ti I'll write myself."
If he doesn't write it himself, his letters would inevitably be laughed at. Yin Tingxue shakes her head, "I'd better help you write them."
"Hmm, your Sister Weiyang also wants to write to her, pestering till I'm irritated."
Yin Tingxue chuckles, "Too many won truly isn't a good thing."
Her expression is one of mischievous satisfaction.
Chen Yi is about to sigh when suddenly his eyes widen as if he's won the lottery, fixating on the Little Fox. Slowly, a cheeky grin spreads across his face.
Yin Tingxue shivers, quite afraid of that look. There are gaps even in a well-knitted net… she was just caught slipping.
Yet, what can she do… They're husband and wife after all… She lowers her head, little hands gently gripping his collar.
Chen Yi was about to make a move but suddenly hesitates, suspecting that although it appears as if Yin Tingxue showed a flaw, could it be that she did it on purpose to seize control over him? Really, she's cunning!
With no progress for a long ti, Yin Tingxue's heart is anxious until she sees Chen Yi sitting like a gentleman, appearing nonchalant. After a while, still puzzled, she asks, "Aren't you… coming?"
Chen Yi glances at her and says, "Little bun, not interested…"
Yin Tingxue's face flushes slightly, and she turns away, "I won't talk about such things with you."
Chen Yi rely gives a cold chuckle. Recently, only the girl is by his side, and although he's indulging in romantic sentints, as charming as it may be, Yin Tingxue's sweet appearance hides the whispers that never cease. He has learned from this, and he won't let the Little Fox succeed this ti, nor will he let her manipulate him.
Amidst his thoughts, Chen Yi has already begun forming a spell without letting her hear.
In truth, whether she hears or not is irrelevant; Yin Tingxue can always pretty much guess. In the past, even when she hadn't practiced cultivation, she would sotis hear and sotis not, but she had long understood Chen Yi's nature through observing his expressions and wouldn't confront him head-on. It would be like smashing an egg against a stone—it would only hurt her. Softness was the way to go… that was one of the few bits of wisdom gained from those days when she was a concubine.
Yin Tingxue takes a deep breath, lowering her gaze in thought for a long while… After a long ti, she silently makes up her mind.
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