But twilight is near

The God of War of Great Yin, the Prince of Guangling, Murong Feng.

So, he was Murong Feng. Luo Huanghun suddenly understood why she had encountered him that day when he was severely wounded.

He should have died that day, but he lived, and he even saved her.

The horse slowly came to a stop. As soon as Luo Huanghun dismounted, her legs went weak. Just as she was about to fall, a long arm reached out and caught her—it was Murong Feng.

Listening to the steady beat of Murong Feng’s heart, Luo Huanghun blurted out an explanation without thinking: “My legs are genuinely weak; I wasn’t trying to get close to you on purpose!”

“You’re quite self-aware, aren’t you?”

Murong Feng suddenly burst into laughter. The vibration of his chest resonated against Luo Huanghun’s ear, making her feel a mix of embarrassment and anger. She stomped hard on his foot.

Murong Feng let her go and shook his foot: “How can a girl as delicate as you be so weak? Kicking someone feels like nothing more than a tickle.”

Luo Huanghun couldn’t help but roll her eyes: “You think everyone is as much of a wooden block as you are?”

As she spoke, she stepped back, but couldn’t help but let out an “ouch” and crouched down. Murong Feng immediately rushed over to check on her.

Why is this man always so hands-on? Luo Huanghun resisted the urge to pull her foot away. Murong Feng held her ankle and moved it slightly, causing Luo Huanghun to cry out again.

Murong Feng frowned: “Your ankle sprain from last time never healed, and you’ve injured it again. What’s wrong with your family? Why didn’t they help you treat it?”

After returning, Luo Huanghun had only been preoccupied with the seal and hadn’t paid much mind to the injury, ignoring it since she could still walk. Hearing Murong Feng say this, she felt a strange pang in her heart.

Compared to those days of imprisonment, what was this little injury? It wasn’t worth making such a fuss over.

Yet, despite thinking that, she felt a warmth spread through her: “It’s fine, it will heal in a few days.”

Murong Feng raised his hand and flicked her on the forehead. Luo Huanghun covered her brow and glared at him accusingly: “What are you doing!”

Murong Feng said earnestly: “Take good care of yourself. You girls are so delicate; how can you endure such suffering?”

A wave of sorrow washed over Luo Huanghun. She blinked, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes.

Ever since her rebirth, she had never thought of herself as a girl anymore. Those heavy burdens pressed down on her shoulders, urging her to keep moving forward without a moment’s rest.

No matter how difficult it was, she never retreated. To retreat was to face an abyss; she dared not retreat, nor could she.

But suddenly, someone told her that she was still a girl and shouldn’t have to endure such hardship. She suddenly couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Seeing her cry, Murong Feng panicked: “Alright, alright, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have flicked you. How about I hunt a big white tiger tomorrow to make you a cloak?”

Luo Huanghun let out a “pfft” and laughed: “What would I do with that thing!”

Seeing her smile, Murong Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a serious tone: “Whatever you want, I will give it to you.”

Luo Huanghun didn’t hear this last sentence, as the sound of horse hooves approached. This time, it was Ren Jingsi who had arrived.

Ren Jingsi dismounted and looked Luo Huanghun up and down before taking her hand. He thanked Murong Feng with a distant expression: “Many thanks to the Prince of Guangling for saving my wife.”

Murong Feng had already wiped away his smile; he was always this cold in front of others. He nodded slightly: “Lord Ren should also be more careful. Favoring a concubine over one’s wife is not a good look.”

Ren Jingsi’s face changed, but Murong Feng had already turned his horse and left after speaking.

Luo Huanghun watched his retreating back, feeling an inexplicable sense of emptiness in her heart.

Ren Jingsi tightened his grip on her hand, helped her onto the horse, and then suddenly asked: “Did you know the Prince of Guangling before?”

Luo Huanghun shook her head.

It was the first time Luo Huanghun had ridden the same horse as Ren Jingsi. It should have been an intimate and tacit moment, but her heart felt no ripples. She was thinking of Murong Feng’s smiling eyes, wondering if anyone else knew that he had such a personality in private.

Seeing her silent, Ren Jingsi suddenly explained: “Ling’er’s situation was more critical earlier, so I went to save her first…”

Luo Huanghun suddenly felt bored. She smiled: “Ren Jingsi, do you know that my nickname is Ling’er?”

Ren Jingsi froze, his hand tightening abruptly: “What do you mean?”

Luo Huanghun said softly: “If you hadn’t called out ‘Ling’er’ while drunk that one time, I wouldn’t have been so persistent about marrying you. Our marriage was a mistake from the very beginning.”