Feng Lezhen noticed the focus in his eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly. “You really want to continue?”
“W-Want what…” Wenge gave a dry cough and quickly rolled off the bed. “I’ll go make food. What do you want to eat?”
“I want—”
“Egg noodles, alright? Didn’t you say last night you wanted some?” Wenge spoke without waiting for her answer and hurriedly ran off.
Feng Lezhen looked at his back as he all but fled and couldn’t help laughing.
Something seemed… to have changed from before.
Exactly what had changed, Wenge couldn’t explain. All he knew was that every time his eyes met Feng Lezhen’s, his heart would beat a little faster, and the air would feel a little warmer. After she had saved him without hesitation, it became very difficult for him to keep viewing her as just a hostage. And after that unguarded kiss and embrace, it became even harder to keep his defenses up.
He suddenly didn’t know how he should face her.
“Wenge, Wenge?”
Her voice brought him back. “Hm? What is it?”
“The porridge is burning,” Feng Lezhen leaned against the door and reminded him lazily.
Wenge instinctively looked down—and sure enough, he smelled the scent of scorched food. He immediately forgot everything else, hurriedly carrying the pot over to the table.
So that night, the two of them ate burnt porridge.
“This is terrible,” Wenge frowned. “Don’t eat anymore, I’ll fry you an egg.”
As he spoke, he began to get up, but Feng Lezhen grabbed his wrist. “No need to trouble yourself. Let’s just make do for this meal.”
Wenge smiled awkwardly and pulled his wrist back in silence.
Feng Lezhen paused, then looked at him thoughtfully.
“…Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You seem to really not like me touching you lately,” Feng Lezhen said slowly.
Wenge had indeed been caught up in his own thoughts these past days and had been subconsciously avoiding her. But he hadn’t expected his behavior—subtle as it was—to be noticed. Panic flashed across his face. “N-No, it’s not like that. Don’t overthink it.”
Feng Lezhen stared at him for a moment and then smiled. “Let’s eat.”
That was it? Wenge glanced at her, feeling it wasn’t so simple.
Sure enough, over the next few days, she suddenly grew distant. Sometimes, she would sit alone by the window reading, her back straight and composed, noble and dignified—almost as if she had regained her memory.
Every time Wenge saw that aloof look, he felt powerless. But every time their eyes met, he would only quickly avert his gaze.
His sight had fully returned, but somehow things between them felt colder than during the days he was blind. Wenge often felt like there was an invisible wall between them. Whether that wall could be taken down… all depended on his own will.
As arrogant as that sounded, he couldn’t help but believe it: as long as he made the first move, Feng Lezhen would let the past go and return to how she was—warm and close.
But he didn’t dare. He was afraid that if he made the wall disappear without permission, then one day, when she learned the truth, she would hate him.
The moment that thought arose, Wenge was startled. He hadn’t even realized until now—he was afraid she might hate him.
Rather than have her regret it all and grow to hate him later, it was better to stay distant now. At worst… at worst, he could disobey the imperial order and simply not kill her.
Wenge had thought long and hard for days and finally reached this conclusion. But before he could act on it, he saw a boy of about seventeen or eighteen escort Feng Lezhen back home—
Ever since she had saved him, he no longer kept his guard up around her. A few days ago, she had said she was bored staying at home and wanted to go out for a walk, and he agreed. So recently, she would often go out alone, sometimes even bringing back food gifted by the villagers.
They were now living in the village under the guise of house-watchers. Since they were already out and about, it was normal to mingle with villagers, so he hadn’t thought much of it—until today, when he saw someone walking her back. And it was a decent-looking young man. When he saw the smile on Feng Lezhen’s face, Wenge’s heart gave a hard jolt.
“Bell, where did you go?” He heard himself ask in a calm voice.
Feng Lezhen, standing at the door saying goodbye to the young man, paused and looked back with a smile. “Just went for a walk. Ended up going too far and got lost. Luckily Ah Yu brought me back.”
Since she’d sensed his distance in recent days, she had rarely smiled at him. Today, she finally smiled again—but Wenge couldn’t feel happy at all.
“I told you not to wander too far. Why are you still running around? Since that’s the case, you’d better not go out next time.”
“Th-that Bell’s little brother,” the young man awkwardly spoke on Feng Lezhen’s behalf, “she didn’t mean to—she only ran off on her own today because I mentioned yesterday that there were lots of wildflowers at the west end of the village. She got lost. It’s all my fault, so… please don’t blame her.”
Hearing this, Wenge’s brows furrowed even deeper. “Little brother? Who’s a little brother? And you two also met yesterday?”
His tone was bordering on aggressive. The youth was just about to explain when Feng Lezhen cut in to smooth things over: “It’s getting late. You should head back. See you tomorrow.”
“But…” The young man glanced worriedly at Wenge.
Feng Lezhen smiled reassuringly. “Go on. I’ll come find you tomorrow.”
“…Alright.” The youth had no choice. He gave Feng Lezhen one last look, his face reddening, and left.
Wenge watched the shy and hesitant boy with a cold stare. Even after Feng Lezhen closed the door behind him, a nameless fire still burned in his chest.
Feng Lezhen acted as if she didn’t notice his anger and casually walked into the kitchen. “What are we eating tonight… sweet potatoes? I don’t want sweet potatoes. If I’d known earlier, I would’ve just stayed at Ah Yu’s place for dinner.”
Ah Yu—again with Ah Yu. Wenge’s irritation only grew. “Aren’t you going to explain?”
“Explain what?” Feng Lezhen looked genuinely puzzled.
Wenge took a deep breath. “Who is your little brother?”
“Who… oh, him. I’ve been getting asked about us a lot these days, so to avoid gossip, I just said we were siblings,” Feng Lezhen replied, amused. “You’re younger than me anyway, and with your baby face, even if I said you were older, they wouldn’t believe it.”
“Who wants to be your older brother!” Wenge was getting angrier. “Is our relationship that hard to acknowledge for you? Or is it that you’ve taken a liking to that kid and didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, so you claimed we were siblings? When exactly did you start seeing him? Why am I only finding out today—”
“What exactly is our relationship?” Feng Lezhen interrupted, half-smiling.
Wenge met her gaze—and was suddenly at a loss for words.
“You’ve gotten tired of me, haven’t you?” Feng Lezhen said softly after a silence.
Wenge, still angry, felt a sudden jolt in his heart. “What do you mean?”
“Just what it sounds like. You’ve grown tired of me, haven’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been so cold these past few days. I get it,” she said calmly as she walked over to the rocking chair and sat down, looking serene. “I don’t know what happened, how things suddenly got distant between us. But love has no logic. One day, you can throw everything away and elope because of a moment’s impulse. The next, for no real reason at all, all feelings can just vanish. I understand.”
She looked up at Wenge. “You’ve seemed worried lately. Are you thinking about your comrades? I’ve observed that those people from Yingguan haven’t made a move on me, so it seems my identity still holds some weight. How about this—you take me back to Yingguan, I’ll help get your comrades out, and then we part ways. End things completely.”
“Don’t even think about it!” Wenge snapped, his eyes turning red with anger.
Compared to his agitation, Feng Lezhen was unnervingly calm. “Isn’t that the best of both worlds?”
“What best of both worlds—don’t think I don’t see through you. You just want to leave,” Wenge glared at her. “Well, I’m telling you now, you’re not going anywhere until I’ve rescued my people!”
Feng Lezhen looked at him with a thoughtful expression. “Sounds like… I’ve become your hostage.”
Wenge froze and turned his face away in a hurry.
“So I am a hostage,” Feng Lezhen sneered, then turned and went back inside.
The door slammed shut with a bang. Wenge trembled slightly, feeling a tight knot in his chest.
…She was going to find out the truth eventually. It might as well come out now. Yes, this was for the best. Wenge took a deep breath, turned toward the kitchen, and started cooking again.
Half an hour later, he knocked on her bedroom door. “I cooked two new dishes. Come eat.”
“Not hungry,” came Feng Lezhen’s voice from inside.
Wenge frowned. “I didn’t make sweet potatoes.”
“I said I’m not hungry.” Feng Lezhen now sounded annoyed.
Wenge, now angry himself, decided to stop bothering her—but when he sat down to eat, he didn’t touch the new dishes either.
He thought she’d sneak out in the night for a bite. But when he got up early the next morning, he saw that the two dishes were still sitting on the kitchen counter—untouched.
With a sullen face, Wenge made a fresh meal for himself, ate the leftovers, and spent nearly an hour doing so—but still, she never came out.
After breakfast, he finally lost patience and kicked open her door.
“This house isn’t ours. If you break something, make sure you pay for it,” came Feng Lezhen’s unbothered voice.
Wenge’s face darkened. “Eat.”
“Not hungry.”
“You going to eat on your own, or should I tie you up and feed you?” Wenge gave her two options.
Feng Lezhen frowned, about to speak—when a knock sounded at the door.
“Bell, are you home, Bell?” It was Ah Yu again, the same young man from yesterday.
Wenge’s face darkened further. “Why is he here again?”
“We agreed yesterday to go for a walk in the west woods,” Feng Lezhen said casually as she headed toward the door. “No need to make lunch for me—he’ll bring food.”
She was just about to pass Wenge when he suddenly grabbed her arm.
“I seem to recall saying yesterday that you’re not allowed to go out anymore.” Wenge looked calm on the surface, but anyone who knew him could tell he was furious.
Feng Lezhen didn’t flinch. She glanced at him coolly. “And if I go anyway?”
“I’ll kill him,” Wenge stared straight at her. “You know I’m used to murder and arson.”
“You…”
The knocking continued for a while, then finally stopped. Inside the house, both of them gradually calmed down.
Feng Lezhen pinched the bridge of her nose. “Since you’re so unwilling, fine—I won’t go out.”
Her compromise made Wenge’s expression ease considerably. “Let’s eat.”
“If I don’t eat, are you going to threaten me with someone else’s life again?” Feng Lezhen asked coolly.
Wenge was unmoved and just repeated the same words: “Let’s eat.”
Feng Lezhen let out a frustrated laugh and simply ignored him after that.
After a day of sulking, she finally agreed to eat his cooking again. Wenge’s mood improved, and he couldn’t help but strike up conversation: “Have you been seeing that Ah Yu these past few days?”
“Mm.”
“What do you two talk about?”
“Not much. We’re mostly just passing the time together,” Feng Lezhen replied.
Wenge was encouraged that she was willing to talk civilly with him. Even though the topic was someone he didn’t like, he was still willing to go deeper. “How do you pass the time?”
“Kicking shuttlecock, playing cuju. Nothing special,” Feng Lezhen replied.
The smile on Wenge’s face immediately froze.
Feng Lezhen had finished eating. She calmly set down her bowl and chopsticks. “You go wash up.”
With that, she stood to return to her room—but Wenge suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“Nothing special?” he looked up at her, eyes dark and stormy.
Feng Lezhen: “What’s wrong?”
“Are shuttlecock and cuju games you can just casually play with anyone?” Wenge demanded.
Feng Lezhen saw his reaction and seemed to realize something. She found it a bit funny. “Are you jealous?”
Wenge’s face remained cold and silent.
“Oh, Wenge, Wenge… I really don’t know what to think of you. If you’re tired of me, then why do you keep cooking for me and getting jealous? And if you still like me, why do you keep avoiding me, barely saying a word?” Feng Lezhen suddenly stared him down, her gaze sharp. “Tell me—what do you really want?”
Faced with her question, Wenge suddenly let go of her hand.
“Fine, don’t say it then.” Feng Lezhen clicked her tongue and turned to head back to her room.
Watching her back as she walked away, Wenge was suddenly gripped by a wave of panic. His instincts overpowered reason, and before he knew it, he had reached out to grab her hand again.
“I can’t keep going like this. I’m afraid… I’m afraid you’ll hate me when you find out the truth.” In the end, he still confessed his inner struggle.
Feng Lezhen looked at him deeply, then let out a light, dismissive laugh. “What truth?”
Pain flickered in Wenge’s eyes, but he still couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Feng Lezhen softened. She gently patted his hand. “Alright. I won’t force you.”
“What?” Wenge looked up, confused.
Feng Lezhen said, “Ah Yu has someone he likes. He’s been coming to me these days to ask for help wooing her. I didn’t play shuttlecock or cuju with him… I may have amnesia, but I’m not stupid. Those childish games? I only play those to humor you. Normally, who would do that? I only said that to mess with you.”
Wenge’s brain stopped working for a second, but he understood one thing clearly… she didn’t fool around with anyone else. She only said that to get a rise out of him.
“How could you say that!” Wenge blurted, indignant.
Feng Lezhen glanced at him. “Why couldn’t I?”
Wenge was instantly deflated. “Y-you… how can you lie so easily?”
“I’ve always been good at lying. You’re just now figuring that out?” Feng Lezhen shot back.
Wenge let out a soft snort and ignored her. Feng Lezhen chuckled and returned to her room.
As the door slowly shut, Wenge knew the issue hadn’t really been resolved. But… just knowing she hadn’t been messing around with another man made him secretly happy.
After that day, their interactions seemed to return to how they used to be—though maybe not exactly. Feng Lezhen wasn’t entirely sure. Wenge started leaving early and returning late. Often, by the time she woke up, he was already gone. Breakfast would be set on the table, lunch and dinner simmering in the pot. And by the time he returned, she was already asleep.
After several days of this, Feng Lezhen got used to it. One morning, she woke up, stretched in the courtyard, and was just heading to the main room to check what breakfast was—when a familiar figure emerged from the kitchen.
“Made something good today—carp soup,” Wenge said, carrying the clay pot toward the main room.
Feng Lezhen blinked, then immediately followed him. “Why are you home?”
“Shouldn’t I be home?” Wenge looked genuinely puzzled.
Feng Lezhen crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. “You weren’t home last night. I got up before dawn and didn’t see you.”
“Yeah. I just got back half an hour ago,” Wenge paused and glanced at her. “I’ll be leaving again soon.”
“And then?” Feng Lezhen asked.
Then… reach Yingguan before nightfall, rescue his people… then what? Wenge was silent for a moment, then said, “There’s no ‘then.’ Just stay home and don’t go out for no reason.”
“You’re going to Yingguan to rescue your people, aren’t you?” Feng Lezhen blocked the doorway. “You’re going alone?”
“Who else would I bring? You?” Wenge gave her a sidelong glance.
Feng Lezhen said, “If you don’t bring me, who’ll act as your hostage?”
Wenge gave a short laugh. His neatly aligned white teeth made his normally cool demeanor seem a bit cuter. “You were my hostage last time, and look what happened—I got ambushed. So I’ve thought it through. I’ll go alone this time. You’re not coming.”
“Then how do you plan to rescue them?” Feng Lezhen asked again.
Wenge fell silent.
“Still not telling me?” Feng Lezhen looked displeased. “Are you trying to worry me on purpose?”
“When have I ever tried to make you worry…” Wenge averted his gaze, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “I’ve already found out where they’re being held. I’ve prepared a large amount of knockout powder. I’m going to slip it into the guards’ meals and then sneak in at night to get them out.”
“That’s too risky. What if it fails?” Feng Lezhen frowned deeply.
Wenge replied, “I’ve already mapped everything out. It won’t fail.”
“Even if it doesn’t fail, how can you, alone, manage to get so many people out safely?” Feng Lezhen was still worried.
Seeing her serious expression actually brought Wenge a strange sense of comfort. When he spoke again, even his tone had softened, “I… I can do it. They won’t drag me down.”
She was still in his hands, and the people at Yingguan wouldn’t dare mistreat his companions. After such a long period of careful care, they had likely recovered fully. They wouldn’t need special assistance during the escape, so naturally, they wouldn’t be a burden.
But such thoughts were better kept to himself—he didn’t have the courage to say them out loud to Feng Lezhen.
Seeing that he had already made up his mind, Feng Lezhen said no more. The two silently finished breakfast. Wenge then led his horse to leave.
“You…” At the moment of parting, Wenge had so many things he wanted to say. But when he met Feng Lezhen’s gaze, not a single word came out.
Feng Lezhen looked at his hesitating expression and smiled with her eyes, “Why so conflicted? Aren’t you coming back soon?”
Wenge averted his eyes. “Mm… yeah, I’ll be back soon.”
“Go on, I’ll be right here waiting for you,” Feng Lezhen said, looking into his eyes.
Wenge silently met her gaze. His eyes suddenly turned red. “If only you weren’t… how great it would be.”
“Weren’t what?” Feng Lezhen didn’t catch it clearly.
Wenge shook his head wildly, “N-no, it’s nothing.”
“Go already. What are you hesitating for?” Feng Lezhen urged again.
Wenge gave a brief reply and led his horse out. Feng Lezhen’s expression remained calm. She was just about to shut the gate after he left when a hand suddenly reached in and stopped the door from closing.
“What are you doing now?” Feng Lezhen frowned as she saw his hand, already reddened from being caught in the door. “How could you—”
Before she finished speaking, Wenge suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace and bit her lips in a messy, frantic kiss.
His kiss had no technique at all—like a little dog gnawing and biting—irritating yet softening. Feng Lezhen winced from the pain, frowning slightly as she reached up and cupped his face.
That touch was like putting a leash on the puppy. Wenge suddenly slowed down, carefully teasing her lips and teeth, as if savoring a delicacy, or memorizing her taste.
When the long kiss finally ended, both of their lips were injured. Wet traces sparkled beneath flecks of blood, the vivid color so bright it almost stung the eyes.
“I’m really leaving now,” Wenge stared fixedly at her lips.
Feng Lezhen didn’t speak. But just as he turned around, she suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
Feeling that tug on his sleeve, Wenge’s heart twisted violently in pain. Still, he brushed off her hand and left without looking back.
Feng Lezhen watched as he rode away. The hint of moisture in her eyes slowly faded, leaving only deep black and white.
Wenge galloped all the way. The long-healed wound on his waist began to ache faintly under the jarring ride. But he didn’t dare stop to rest, not even for a moment—because he had to reach the city before the Eldest Princess’s people began their evening meal. Only then could he begin the next phase of his plan.
Time was tight. In fact, he shouldn’t have come back that morning. But when he thought about how, after today, he might never see her again… he thought, at the very least, he should make her one last meal. If he couldn’t say a proper goodbye, then at least she should eat one good meal. After all, once she realized he wasn’t coming back, who knew how long she’d go hungry before accepting the truth?
That carp was something he’d rushed back to the market to buy. It was the freshest one at the fish stall, already claimed by someone else, but he paid a high price to get it. He brought it back, cleaned it, pan-fried both sides in hot oil, then simmered it into a rich, milky white soup. It was the best dish he’d made in a long time—only she didn’t eat much of it.
The horse galloped on. The March wind was still a little chilly on his face, but more than that, it carried spring’s gentle warmth. He sped across the open road, not daring to imagine how long Feng Lezhen might sit alone in that house before finally returning to Yingguan—or how she’d feel when she learned the truth.
“Hyah!”
The bell at Wenge’s waist rang chaotically. His hands were nearly raw from the coarse reins. But he finally reached Yingguan City before nightfall.
When he finished drugging the food and watched those men eat it, he finally let out a deep breath and hid in the shadows, watching the moon.
A quarter-hour later, there was the sound of heavy bodies collapsing outside the prison cell. Wenge peered out from his hiding spot to confirm they were all down—but he didn’t rush forward. Instead, he intentionally made a small noise to test for any reaction.
No response. They were truly unconscious. One of them was the maid who had served beside Feng Lezhen. Wenge let out another quiet sigh and carefully moved toward the cell in the darkness.
He had already scouted the area several times before this, but never the prison itself. So he had to stay extremely alert, advancing step by step, until he finally found his companions locked in the last cell.
Under the moonlight, the unconscious guards laid sprawled on the ground. Wenge narrowed his eyes and instinctively pulled out the dagger from his cloak, intending to kill them before they woke to avoid any unforeseen problems.
But when the dagger caught the moonlight and glinted painfully in his eyes, he suddenly thought of the girl still waiting for him in the village… This maid Ah Ye, had grown up with her and shared a deep bond. If he killed her people, what would she feel?
At that thought, a burst of compassion—something he shouldn’t have felt—flared up inside him. After a moment of silence, he put away the dagger and stepped into the prison, engulfed in darkness.
Because he had been tricked last time by someone with a similar build, this time he deliberately took a closer look. Once he was sure it was truly one of his own, he lowered his voice and said, “Brother Yu.”
The person he addressed jerked his head up, and when he saw it was him, his eyes lit up. The chains on his body clanked noisily as he moved.
The noise woke the others. When they saw it was Wenge, some of the more emotional ones began crying on the spot. Afraid they’d alert the guards outside, Wenge quickly raised a finger to his lips, “Shhh!”
The people sent to assassinate Feng Lezhen this time were all the most skilled and experienced from the organization. Seeing Wenge’s reaction, they immediately lowered their voices. Wenge, seeing they were now quiet, quickly unlocked the cell and silently entered, beginning to undo their chains.
“How did you get in?” asked the man he’d called Brother Yu.
While unlocking him, Wenge softly recounted what had happened. As Brother Yu listened, his brows slowly furrowed. “Something feels off.”
“What’s off?” Wenge asked casually.
“Too smooth. Everything’s gone too smoothly,” Brother Yu replied.
Wenge froze and immediately understood what he meant—but before he could react, a flurry of footsteps filled the once-silent dungeon, followed by a flood of torchlight that drove out the darkness entirely.
Wenge spun around. Ah Ye—who should’ve been unconscious—appeared outside the cell. Before he could react, she had already locked the cell door. Meeting his gaze, she gave a cold smile. “Wondering how I woke up?”
Wenge’s first thought was that Feng Lezhen had betrayed him. But almost immediately, he dismissed it. After all… she’d lost her memory. How could she have ratted him out?
“You’re assassins—don’t tell me none of you trained to resist poison?” Ah Ye asked.
Poison resistance training, as the name implied, meant taking small doses of poison from childhood, gradually building tolerance. Many unscrupulous forces used this method on their death-soldiers. Over time, their bodies became soaked in toxins, and they rarely lived past thirty. But the late emperor had a kind heart and couldn’t bear to see loyal soldiers suffer early deaths, so such training had never been used on them.
When Wenge heard this, he let out a breath of relief. “You went through that training?”
“Of course,” Ah Ye sneered. “Otherwise how would I be standing in front of you?”
Wenge knew he shouldn’t feel it, but he couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him after hearing that.
Thank goodness…
“I ask you—where is Her Highness?” Ah Ye asked again.
Wenge looked at her coldly. “You want to find her? Let us go first.”
Ah Ye narrowed her eyes. “Not a chance!”
“If you don’t let us go, she’ll be in danger.” With so many comrades’ lives at stake, Wenge had no choice but to threaten her using Feng Lezhen.
Sure enough, Ah Ye was enraged. “What have you done to her?!”
“Let us go,” Wenge repeated, unwilling to waste words, staring straight into her eyes.
“You—!” Ah Ye, seething, was about to open the door and kill him on the spot, but one of her subordinates stopped her just in time.
Regaining her composure, she looked at Wenge, and her anger seemed to dissipate. “You’re bluffing, aren’t you?”
Seeing she wasn’t falling for it, Wenge’s heart sank, but he still refused to back down. “Keep guessing—and your princess won’t live.”
“You think I’ll believe that?” Ah Ye sneered. “You’re the only one capable of harming Her Highness, and now you’re right here. If I search this place from top to bottom, I’ll find her. As for you… stay here with your little brothers!”
With one command, dozens of soldiers rushed in, surrounding the cell in three layers. And those were just the ones inside the prison—no telling how many more were outside. Even though the group were all skilled fighters, it was still an impossible escape.
Ah Ye left. The cell, though brightly lit, was silent.
Wenge lowered his gaze. After unlocking everyone’s chains, he sat quietly and said nothing more.
With so many outsiders around, many of them had questions. But when they met Wenge’s eyes, they swallowed their words.
After a long while, someone suddenly asked, “Do we still have a chance of getting out of here alive?”
“Afraid not,” another answered.
Everyone fell into a heavy silence.
Though they’d been imprisoned for several months, as long as Wenge remained free, they held out hope. But now that even he had been captured, their last shred of hope was gone. For the first time, they truly felt death creeping closer.
No one knew how much time had passed when someone choked out, “I don’t want to die…”
“Shut up!” Brother Yu snapped. “Leader Wen is four or five years younger than you and he’s not crying. What are you crying for?”
That person sniffled and dared not speak again.
Wenge paid no attention to their noise. Sitting silently in the corner, his mind wandered, and eventually, one single thought remained:
He hadn’t made lunch or dinner before he left. Would she be chewing on radishes again to fill her stomach?
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