Since Murong Han dared to set up his base on this island, he naturally had a ship, and a big one at that. There’s a huge cave on the back of the mountain, where they normally dock the ship. Although the island is self-sufficient, they still need the big ship to transport so marine products to Lanyue, which is part of Murong Han’s business chain.
To prevent the sea breeze from blowing the big ship away, and to protect it, they specifically transford that cave into a massive port. So, on the sea, you have to first find this island to possibly discover the hidden ship.
Jiang Xue had no idea that Shui Yixuan, that big mouth, was about to spill her secrets. She was still naively roasting at in the space, making spicy wolf at jerky, waiting for the sky to darken outside.
After Shui Yixuan and Beiming Yi were full and content, they lay down to sleep. Shui Yixuan thought, the island is so small, where could the little girl run off to? She’d surely be caught and, once they learned the truth, no one would dare harm her. Exhausted after so many days, even the strongest person has to learn to slack off.
Finally, when it was dark, Jiang Xue erged from the grove, looking at the pitch-black little island. She felt her eyes couldn’t handle such darkness, and stayed put for a long ti until she fully adjusted, before tentatively searching around.
Unlike the mainland, where there were lanterns in the houses, the island was windy, and lighting lanterns was dangerous. So after dark, except for a few rooms occasionally showing so light, everywhere else was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, only the occasional patrolling person walking past her.
In the dark, she hid and dodged, spent two or three hours before discovering the entrance to the dungeon, only to find it locked. She took out sothing similar to an iron wire from the space, crouched there fussing with it for a long ti before unlocking it, then carefully descended into the dungeon. There was dim light inside, but among the captives, she didn’t find Shui Yixuan. She frowned, not here? Where could he be?
A ’click’ sound echoed, as if soone was shouting above the dungeon: "Found her, quick, notify the Palace Master, that little one has been found."
Jiang Xue’s mouth twitched, scolding herself for being foolish, she looked up at the locked dungeon, speechlessly gazing at the sky, wondering if she had walked into a trap?
A quarter of an hour later, the dungeon was unlocked from outside, and two people descended, one of them was actually Shui Yixuan?
Seeing a familiar person, her tense heart finally settled. At this mont, she was still dressed as a man, her makeup-less little face flickering in the dim firelight. When the black-clad gentleman following Shui Yixuan stepped out from the shadows, she was amazed!
It was like modern-day fans, watching a TV series, changing crushes like changing spouses. Like Shui Yixuan, before knowing him, he seed unattainable. But once familiar, you’d find him quite chatty, like a neighborly older brother. Occasionally sly, but mostly able to maintain his charismatic gentleman image, the phrase ’a gentleman as gentle as jade’ suited him well.
As for Beiming Yi as depicted in the original novel, that’s a story for another ti. Anyway, the person she encountered gave her a gloomy impression. Handso, yes, but his personality was too solitary, not uttering a word for a long ti. How did the female lead in her past life marry such a person? No wonder readers criticized, there had to be a reason.
The black-clad gentleman before her couldn’t rely be described as handso. His beauty had an aura, indescribable with words. That face was flawless from any angle, seemingly familiar as if seen before.
As she frowned, scrutinizing him, she didn’t realize that seeing her in that instant, he was frozen like ice, afraid to even blink, staring at her intently from head to toe, as if scared to miss anything.
The tense atmosphere made Jiang Xue’s heart leap to her throat, and she used her eyes to inquire with Shui Yixuan, who gave her a reassuring glance.
She frowned at the black-clad man, who walked towards her slowly, about to say sothing when Shui Yixuan lightly coughed, glancing around.
"This doesn’t seem like the best place to talk, don’t you think?"
The black-clad gentleman stopped, then suddenly turned slightly, gesturing towards Jiang Xue: "Miss, please this way."
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