Wandering Swordsman |

He Yun was stunned. Her voice was gentle and familiar, yet it felt strange to him. He frowned, trying to find clues from the depths of his memory, but his mind was blank. "What do you mean, young lady?" he asked slowly, "How did you know about my...?"

Seeing He Yun's bewildered expression, Yang Muruan's eyes flashed with disappointment, but she quickly composed herself and said softly, "Brother Yun, do you remember eight years ago? I was just a little girl with pigtails, playing in the courtyard of the Sword Tomb. It was Master's sixtieth birthday celebration, and my father brought me to the celebration. You even played with me there."

As He Yun listened to her words, memories gradually surfaced in his mind. It was a bright and sunny day, the courtyard filled with laughter, and a little girl with pigtails was running around in the yard. He vaguely remembered that scene, but the memory was still blurry. "You are... Yang Muruan?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with confirmation.

"You are... Mu Ruan?" He Yun's voice trembled slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Yang Muran nodded, tears finally welling up and streaming down her cheeks. Her voice was soft, tinged with a sob: "Brother Yun, for so many years, I've been waiting for this day. Last night, I actually came with my father, but I didn't go into the main hall. When I heard you say you were willing to take me as your secondary wife, I was both overjoyed and grateful." She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and continued, "I know this may surprise you, but I'm willing to spend my whole life proving my feelings for you."

As Yang Muruan spoke, He Yun's mind immediately flashed back to the hazy memories of his drunken night. He remembered the things he had said to Sect Leader Yang while intoxicated. At that moment, he felt a deep sense of guilt and unease, as if the air in the entire room had become heavy.

Thinking of this, He Yun remained silent for a moment, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He turned to look at Zhao Xue, who smiled and nodded, her eyes full of understanding and support, as if encouraging him to accept this unexpected affection.

As He Yun watched, Zhao Xue's smile warmed his heart, but it also deepened his guilt. Just as he was about to break the silence and say something to express his feelings...

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Pei's concerned voice: "Yun'er, are you up yet? Your masters are already waiting for you in the main hall to take the two brides to serve tea."

He Yun was stunned for a moment, clearly caught off guard by this sudden news. His expression changed slightly, and he replied, "Uh, okay. Mother, you go ahead first, I'll be right there."

After Pei responded, she left, leaving He Yun standing there, lost in thought. The room fell silent for a moment.

Seeing the heavy atmosphere, Yang Muruan gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and tenderly comforted him, "Brother Yun, now that I have married into the Sword Tomb, I dare not hope to be your concubine. Sister Xue married you before me, so naturally Sister Xue will be your principal wife and I will be your concubine. You don't need to worry about this."

Her voice was soft yet firm, tinged with humility and understanding. Hearing this, He Yun's heart skipped a beat. He turned to look at Yang Muruan, his eyes filled with deep guilt and unease: "Miss Yang, we are both adults now. We don't even know each other, yet you've married me so hastily. I, He Yun, am truly worried that I won't be able to ensure your happiness in the future."

Zhao Xue listened quietly, a hint of emotion flashing in her eyes. She gently took He Yun's hand and comforted him, "Brother Yun, things have come to this. It doesn't matter whether I'm your wife or your concubine. I'm already married to you, and it's enough for me to be by your side from now on." Her voice was gentle yet firm, as if telling He Yun that no matter what the future held, she would always be by his side.

Upon hearing Zhao Xue's words, Yang Muran's eyes flashed with admiration: "Sister, you are also a well-educated and reasonable young lady. I will definitely serve you well in the future." Her words were full of sincerity and respect.

Zhao Xue smiled slightly, a smile as warm as the winter sun, comforting people's hearts: "Miss Mu Ruan, you don't need to be so modest. Although I do look older, please don't call me 'sister' from now on. Just call me Xue. I believe we will get along well in the future."

Yang Muran nodded, her eyes sparkling with gratitude: "Okay. But please don't call me Miss Muran anymore, just call me Muran."

He Yun, who was standing nearby, felt a surge of relief upon hearing their conversation. He took a deep breath, his voice tinged with emotion, "Ah Xue, I really don't know what happened. But what's done is done, and I can't tarnish Mu Ruan's reputation."

Seeing that He Yun was still hesitating, Zhao Xue gently urged, "Brother Yun, let's hurry up and see your masters. Otherwise, it won't be good if we're late for our departure."

Upon hearing this, He Yun felt a surge of warmth in his heart. Zhao Xue's understanding and Yang Muruan's tolerance and generosity made him feel an unprecedented sense of warmth and support.

"Okay," He Yun nodded in response, "we'll head over now."

He Yun led his two wives to the main hall, where, in addition to his masters, Sect Leader Yang was also seated. Morning light streamed through the tall wooden windows, illuminating the hall brightly, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of tea and the joyous atmosphere of a newlywed couple.

Upon seeing her father at the table, Yang Muruan quickly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Father."

Sect Leader Yang shifted his gaze from He Yun to his daughter, his eyes filled with concern: "Oh dear, my precious daughter, did He Yun bully you last night?"

Yang Muruan quickly shook her head, her voice soft yet firm: "No, no, Brother Yun is an upright person, how could he bully his daughter?" A blush rose on her face, clearly showing some shyness, but her eyes were full of trust and reliance.

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Yang's gaze swept over He Yun and Zhao Xue again, his eyes filled with both warning and expectation. He gave a soft snort, his tone slightly stern: "It had better be that way! He Yun, you must remember, Mu Ruan is my only daughter. If you dare to treat her the slightest bit badly, I, Yang, will never let you off easily."

To ease the sudden tension, Ouyang Song immediately smoothed things over, a gentle smile on his face, and said softly, "Come, come, come. Yun'er, quickly take your wife to offer tea to the masters."

As Ouyang Song finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room eased slightly. He Yun nodded slightly, grateful for his master's thoughtfulness. Seeing this, Madam Pei gently patted He Yun's shoulder, signaling him to begin.