Jinyi Spring

Ming Shanyue approached, a smile playing on her lips, "Everything is fine."

These four words were like heavenly music. Feng Chuchen's back, which had been tense for a long time, suddenly relaxed, and the stone that had been pressing on his heart was finally lifted.

"I've been worried about it."

Ming Shanyue stopped a step away from her and said softly, "Don't worry, I've always been protecting her with my life..."

and you.

The two words lingered on his tongue, but he was too embarrassed to say them aloud. Instead, his gaze towards her deepened.

Feng Chuchen's eyes shone brightly, reflecting the solitary lamp in the corridor. "Thank you!"

Ming Shanyue stared at her, unable to look away. The night wind blew through, the lamplight flickered, and he stood just a step away, yet the feelings in his eyes and heart had already transcended that short distance.

Guo Hei wisely withdrew.

There is no moon tonight, and the night is so dark that we can hear each other's heartbeats.

Ming Shanyue's palms began to sweat, and he secretly wiped them on his robe.

If you keep some things to yourself for too long, you'll get sick of it if you don't say them soon.

“Miss Feng…” He grinned, his teeth appearing almost foolishly white in the night, “That time I went up the mountain to see Master Yuhui, he said…”

He paused, his voice suddenly lowered, and his ears turned slightly red.

He said that our destinies are aligned and our fates are intertwined. If I miss you, I will never meet the right person again in this lifetime.

He raised his eyes and looked straight at her. "Actually... I've long been in love with Miss Feng. It's just that I didn't dare to say it before, afraid that my fate would harm you. Now, with the master's words, I dare to..."

Feng Chuchen felt her face getting hot, as if a small flame was burning in her heart. She looked up at him, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

He said softly, "Master Yu Hui also gave me a reading."

Ming Shanyue was taken aback. "What did he say?"

Feng Chuchen couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. "He said that I am extremely cold and yin, and need to be paired with someone extremely yang in order to ensure that the two of us can last."

Ming Shanyue was stunned.

Then, the light in those eyes gradually spread out, growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated the deep night.

“Is that so? I…I am the one of extreme Yang…Even Master Yuhe said that we cannot miss each other.”

His voice was very soft, and his eyes were fixed on her, unblinking.

"I will be good to you." He said earnestly, but fearing she wouldn't believe him, he quickly added, "My elders all like you."

Remembering that the girl in front of him was a princess, he added, "No matter what your status is, whatever you like, I like too. If you like practicing medicine, I will fully support you, and if there are any obstacles, I will stand in your way. There will inevitably be many storms in the future, and whether it is sunny or stormy, as long as you are willing, I will always be here. In my heart and in my eyes, there is only you."

He paused, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

"I used to think that if you weren't my destined one, I would never marry and would just stay by your side from afar. Who would have thought that God would be so kind to me and that you would be my soulmate?"

Hearing the silly boy's confession, Feng Chuchen's cheeks flushed slightly, but her heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.

It wasn't a deafening impact; it was warm and soft, like spring water melting the last piece of ice.

He knew that marrying her would lead to a bumpy road ahead, and that the days ahead wouldn't be all romance, but he was willing to shoulder anything.

Having lived two lives, she has witnessed too much weighing and scheming, too much "suitable" and "compromise," and she has become accustomed to bearing everything alone.

But at this moment, someone is willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, not only because she is a perfect match for him, but also because she is who she is.

This man is not only the one whose fate is intertwined with hers according to her destiny chart, but also the one who is willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with her between heaven and earth and share the joys and sorrows.

She was much luckier than her mother and aunt.

"I am willing."

The voice was soft, but those words carried a heavy weight, as if entrusting the rest of one's life to him. Ming Shanyue was stunned for a moment, then her eyes shone brightly, as if she had taken in all the stars in the sky.

He grinned, his joy spreading from the corners of his mouth to his eyebrows, as radiant as the sun in a clear sky.

Feng Chuchen couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This is nothing like the gloomy and cruel "King Yama".

She lowered her eyelids and said softly, "But this matter may not go smoothly."

Ming Shanyue knew she was referring to Empress Dowager Xue, and said softly, "Don't worry, His Majesty is most devoted to Master Yuhui, and His Majesty will not object to the predictions made by Master Yuhui. Besides, there is my grandmother."

He took another small step forward.

At this moment, he was only two inches away from her. In the night breeze, their clothes were swirled together, and she could even feel the warm breath of his on her face, faint yet palpable.

Ming Shanyue froze on the spot as if struck by something. His legs went weak, his vision blurred, and he had difficulty breathing, as if something heavy was pressing on his chest.

He didn't back down; he stood there firmly, like a tree that had taken root.

Only by getting closer and closer can the distance between them gradually shorten until they become inseparable.

Feng Chuchen did not move either.

She stood there quietly, watching his pale face, watching the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead, watching him clearly in excruciating pain, yet refusing to take a single step back.

Half an hour felt as long as a whole winter.

Ming Shanyue finally recovered, and the joy in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She's still here, and so is he.

He grinned, "Chu Chen, you're getting closer again."

Feng Chuchen smiled, her eyes sparkling, "Yes, Lord Ming."

"Call me Brother Ming."

"Brother Ming."

Ming Shanyue's heart hadn't calmed down when another thought popped into his head. He would hold her hand, no matter how painful it was. From now on, they could be inseparable.

He raised his hand slightly, his fingertips trembling, and a cough came from behind him.

"Girl, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

It's Aunt Wang.

She didn't want to be in the way, but late at night, among all the people in the courtyard, it seemed that only she could step forward and say a few words of advice.

The two of them then seemed to wake up from a dream and each took half a step back.

Ming Shanyue remembered why she had come, and quickly suppressed her romantic thoughts.

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal. "It's alright, you can go home now." He then lowered his voice and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

Aunt Wang laughed out loud and quickly went back into the house, saying, "Quickly, get ready, let's go home."

Aunt Wang carried her son, Peony carried Feng Buji, and Feng Chuchen went back into the house to pick up a small package. The group went to the front yard and got into a carriage.

Feng Chuchen lifted the carriage curtain.

In the hazy light, Ming Shanyue stood with his hands behind his back, smiling at her.

Feng Chuchen smiled brightly at him.

She lowered the carriage curtain and leaned against the carriage wall.

The carriage rumbled forward, the night so still you could almost hear your own heartbeat. (End of Chapter)